Deathly throes do drown, Regrets and nostalgia, Force blind confession.
Category: Marathon Poem
Of growing up.
The world suddenly weighs on my shoulder Strangers that turned friends Have gone back to being strangers And friends now, think I’m naïve. There’s a sudden nudge from everyone around, to get work done faster in ways better than before. But buds are to bloom…
10:00 AM – I was (Hour 2)
I was a juggler an artist like no other launching objects in air to fly with my subtle guidance their trajectory arched to my whim and wiles grabbing more to balance and amaze my audience performing tricks to titillate their fancy…
Hour 3 – Rough Seas
Rough Seas Born to water, Raised to lake, Life claimed by the ocean, Returned to sand on death. The blood of a sailor is in my veins, Love of the water is instilled in my soul. Where others see fear and emptiness I…
Hour 3. How I met technology
A Reply to blessing Omeiza Ojo’s technology palaver I have waited for too long I am now fed up of this beautiful disaster Of this lifeless companion that doesn’t know how to breath Summons a one month subscription for a better experience of loneliness People…
The Places Where I Fit
On the couch or in the bed With a little fur baby Curled up next to me Sitting around a table with friends A lady knight in a world of men Rolling a d20 for “Intrigue” or “Sword” Annihilating opponents left and right Cutting wooden…
Cobbled Steps – Hour 3
About the searing murk of night, Cold begets the hunger of his blade, The Dollymop may flee from fright’s plight, Her blood the toll, the Ripper to be paid.
What’s Missing
cw: none The canary started eating paper as a way to try and cope. It needs words like it needs water, and since it could no longer make its own song, it chose to devour the ones written. Now, it chokes on them whenever it…
three: Spun
Spun On the edge of spinning spiral of a galaxy Is a system of 8 or 9 planets, thousands of comets and asteroids, each with its own unique- despite the existence of a infinite number of spinning planets- Spin Spinning around a hot ball of…
hour 1: a dream about waking up
dragging feet to the bathroom to brush my teeth with warm water my dad would call it the adversary but i’m quite certain this one’s on me late, bittersweet like day old oranges but i i am alive