The streets stay crowded as if it were always a new year’s day The noise of the hustle and bustle never seems to end The smells aren’t even fresh anymore The people are just moving pieces in the rat race of life The city holds…
Category: Marathon Poem
comme il faut (prompt 24)
darling did you think that I’d sit home and cry – that I would allow myself to fall to fits, with no regard for what they’ll think of my smudged lipstick and mascara drips I wouldn’t consider it – I’d never dream of giving that…
Hour 17: Prompt 17: Shadow
They lurk in the shadows Watching Waiting Expecting the perfect time To pounce on everything we know as truth
Hour 15: Prompt 15: Pure
The blood drips down her neck Just like in the movies she likes to say Yet the hunger inside of me is more than what could ever be portrayed on a screen or in a book The true power it holds over me is overwhelming…
Hour 14: Prompt 14: The monster lives inside
The little girl So scared of the monsters Under her bed she looks nightly In the cracks of the closets she sneaks up and peeks The dead of night never sees her existence All due to fear Worry Panic…. Until she realized The monster wasn’t…
Writer’s Cafe (Hour 12)
I walked right in to the Cafe that day and saw three ladies fair They sat in the round and welcomed me in I felt a new home I had found One with white hair gleaming so bright bid me sit in a chair So…
Hour 13: Prompt 13: Lazy
Lazy day are sometimes the best days. No rushing No anxiety No worrying about the list of things needing done Just a day to remain calm Peaceful Still
How Do I Say (Hour 11)
How do I say this thing that I need to complete me? I watch others do it so we’ll and so seamlessly without fear or embarrassment. Something tickles them physically, emotionally, mentally and seconds later it happens! That thing that hits them …
dangerous angels (prompt 23)
I think it was in fall 2011 when I took a paintbrush to the bedroom wall in the house that we both shared sitting on my bed you watched me shape the words in shiny black LOVE IS A DANGEROUS ANGEL I’ve always wondered if…
softer (prompt 22)
it was missing all this time but I never really noticed if I had never met you, I’d still be searching for it without a name or a description just knowing that a void exists with only theories on what more I was lacking I…