Between the heartache and pain Losing himself to the core He will never be the same Plagued by insanity Drowning in deceit Tortured by reality His innocence doesn’t show up A pure heart, not he is Breaking into pieces Which has died inside Little bit,…
Category: Marathon Poem
The Color of Love/ prompt 16-12am
Colors warm, and filled with sweetness Hugs and kisses feel completeness Sharing laughs and sneaking looks Writing notes behind our books What could I possibly be ? ~Rebeli
M
She is a menacing myth made mostly of mirth and mildew: she meanders amidst malice marking mavens, and making them mad with her magic the mermaid meets men, she mirrors their meek mentalities. most melt, meeting her malevolence she makes mincemeat of “modesty”
17th hour – Side by side (Image prompt)
Glaze and forte muse and thundergrail forged from a steel of green peace; the calm wonder As we make for the tavern on an inevitable journey; one we have always craved side by side our bond and loyalty, richly displayed Eagles on the front walk…
Earth
Head lowered Eyes closed A step inside Forgotten The vines tower over Every corner Stretching up the wall The whispers Of what happened here Echo the hall They failed they cry The hour’s here No more will they occupy This regal…
Here
Shadows of my past and future play tug of war with me now I see the light and don’t understand how
The Real Monsters-Hour 17
The real monsters are the ones in suits who bellow about Jesus and immigration. They spew fiery lies Inciting, dividing The real monsters are the ones Who think they have a God-given right to make decisions for people who don’t need their help. These monster…
Hour 16
A lifetime of love For my child that will never be born, for my heart that I have never known. I would give up a lifetime of love for myself, if that meant for the children of tomorrow to live life freely. Without fearing an…
16. Coffee
Eyes burning, limbs tired, head throbbing, the world went grimmer, darker and sad. What do I need to go on forward?
Reunion of the Repentant: Hour 12/Prompt 12, 2022
40 years later we met again wearing uniform monochrome tuxedo some were crying some were playing dead