Everyone looked all around for the girl they thought that they should see. But had they asked I would’ve said, “I’m right here! It’s really me. “
Category: Marathon Poem
The Raging and Consuming War of The Poetics
Part XVI Einstein said, space and time are malleable; they conform to us – conform, I really hate that word – I was taught to conform because through such, I will be set free… is freedom for real? my inner self wants to go back…
tranquil[izers]
swallow it quick and keep the peace
Multitasking
Switching between one passion to the next. One pays the bills, the other feeds the soul. Going back from turning a chicken breast to pulling bread from the oven, then back to writing a line or two. If you would have asked me before, I’d…
Her Path
She walks the path It is her own, No-one can follow there. The gate is wide To enter in The truth is waiting there. And once inside The music changes, All instruments tuned To play a new melody. A glorious sound Rising up For…
Sway.
Tall and strong and graceful, Whispering gently in the breeze, Nothing to be scared of, Not a person you should please, Tall and strong and grateful, Teach me your most inspiring ways, Send my roots down through the earth, And teach me how to sway.
Freedom
We spread them wide Nothing to hide Aim it high Ready to fly Sky seems near We don’t fear When rains will come We wont run This freedom we earned Its time we learn…
Colours of Sunset
The colours of the sunset Yellow, pink And purple too, Spread across the horizon Like a blanket Thrown on water. Tuck her in. She sleeps now.
Desert
Hour 15 – 8:00 PM We all love a little pie. Something worth eating, the more the sweet. The better the surprise. Sometimes it’s blue, due to the fruit. A slight pink tint cause of the berry. A bit of a tang cause of…
Tanka
Angry storms die out In a soft murmur of rains, And the sun breaks free Bathing the soaked new-born cats In saving warmth and new hope.