Its rickety floors feel ten thousand years old, With rotted out door-frames all covered in mould, There’s weeds on the porch growing slowly inside, But I promise there’s no better place you can hide, Inside an old closet where clothes used to hang, You’re holding…
Category: Marathon Poem
My heart said something
My heart said some thing Than nothing Such things happen No desires awakened.. Seema Sahoo – ©
Her killer
The advantages are clear I left my oxygen mask on because the others did with hope to find her he knew where she was and I doubted the smile so cris crossed with shadow Was her killers face
couldn’t act like death is a stranger
can’t help but to admit that i smirked at the idea of writing death, i can’t help but to think i have never written about anything else death cheated with me and had the audacity to call me dishonest but i always kiss him, good…
Duality
Light, Dark Black, White Birth, Death Hot, Cold Above, Below Left, Right Duality merging into ONE.
Alone
Alone in my heart I feel you and know your love I am not alone
6pm
My grandma Ma is what I call her not sure if that comes from my jamican poppop or what shes a solider these past years the hospital has held her more than anyone but she recently graduated received a bachelors in nursing any time I…
Storyteller
Laugh lines of paint dance upon canvas Twirling in blues, yellows, and reds Combining into something whole, and telling a story that only the viewer can know.
The Raging and Consuming War of The Poetics
Part X I cannot breathe. My lungs are full. The fluid rising – I am drowning and I can feel moist pedals clinging to my pale skin. The fluid rises above my ears – again, I cannot hear, gurgling, gurgling… and my mind leaves me,…
Selling Ourselves Short
Hour 10 – 3:00 PM Children are the future If we didn’t know before. Have we thought about where their headed considering the course? What ethics do you hold to be self evident? Are you holding your children to be better than? Better then…