The transformation bridge, rippled shadow set low to grounding curves of a gravel road. Sleek, earth-smoothed face, a muddy arrow point, striped lips that fold around the mouth. Glistening sunlight refracted upon each scale, talking plated armor, feather sockets, scraped away to pliable shingles of…
Category: Marathon Poem
Resume:Sonnet
Proof that even improbable is feasible that a poet yet lives in this dried husk. Inside he who scribbles shitposts, dawn to dusk, a brain yet from which sonnets are squeezable. Yet no matter my words, is there an audience pleasable? Least I pray that…
17 Flying Flags
Though a country road Hundreds pass each morning Off to work, school, errands Passing a slow pace By my home with the Maple out front My mission as messenger Is to inform and remind Humanity that there are others And to the others That…
Hour 22 – The Only Time My Mind Goes Blank is With Your Hands On My Hips, Descending
The Only Time My Mind Goes Blank is With Your Hands On My Hips, Descending There is a moment before your mouth descends, the pulse of breath against tender flesh, when my body craves for you to mold your name into my skin to…
#22- The one with no sleep
No sleep for hours on end, Inches away from penning an ode on my bed, Haven’t even risen to stretch and bend, Typing away with one hand on my head. My eyes burning, rimmed red, But I keep going, I keep fighting, Only a mere…
Arguing With Myself
Okay, body-listen up It’s time that you lay off The pain for a spell With bones cracking like A thick branch snapping Sending sharp stings I cry out Silently through clenched teeth Smile as I lie and say I’m okay When I’m really truly not…
Leap!
When it’s night-time And I’m all alone I don’t walk. I hop, skip, LEAP! Land on a turn – My coat swinging out behind me. I run down the hills, Like I ran when I was small And the world could not catch me And…
The Skylights – Hour Twenty-Two
You walked into the living room and flat lined by the chair We had to let the medics know that you were in despair They found a pulse, you tracked your eyes and squeaked a last Goodbye Before you faded out again through the lights…
Do’s, don’ts (Hour 22 – Stay Awake Poem)
Contrary to popular belief I do not need coffee to wake up in the morning I NEED MY COFFEE TO BE ALREDY AWAKE AND ON THE JOB! WHAT IS WRONG… Sorry. I do not need coffee in order for ME to wake up in the…
Hour 22…wake up
The last hours linger, my eyes drop, my creativity flows nowhere, l shake myself side to side, my brain mutters, crys and searches for words, that sing together upon the page.