The unicorn world will be astonished, And we will be surprised to be in aHeavenly and Jazzy place. We can lead a gratify hour, With unexpected wishes and things In the unicorn world. It is surrounded with sapphire, This can be everyone’s desire, But,not…
Category: Marathon Poem
Chores
Oh messy house, I work many days thinking while earning this living. At night I want to play games, and rest my mind from giving. This house a wreck stays, without a care, as I waste time to play.
The World Around Me – Hour Fifteen
The scent of lavender fills the air Made heavy by summertime heat The carpet feels gritty, like a warm sandy beach Nestled roughly under my feet The hallway feels longer at this hour of day Each step growing tougher to make My eyes are now…
Hour 14: John
My boy is growing up I asked him to accompany me He said no He chooses himself now Oh I miss the old time The time I always rant off The boy was so clingy The boy always cried Asked for food Asked to play…
When I wished I had said yes
After my mother left, I forgot the written things, that part that speaks to me became obsolete. There was a spirit breaking the pod of a kolanut. Forgive me, dear Lord for this confession. I was a mere boy, in the middle of a dark…
Marriage
Marriage I wish I said, Yes, knowing it wouldn’t last, just to hold you longer and keep you close, as the fear of loss and other girls yanked my heart from yours. Lying on your chest at night, I’d feel each beat and pulse,…
Hour 15 – Door in the Road
The night is cold, snow dusted sparsely along the berm. It is the kind of cold which makes cheeks too numb to feel tears but not cold enough to freeze them as they drip… drip… onto a furry coat collar. The road is empty, only…
Wish .. could change..
Keep in touch or keep me away, I wished to have followed whatever you had said… Just to let you know, I on myself could have never left nor go… Would have continued to spend my entire time by you, Obeying each and every thing…
Mystery
Under the stars beneath the trees along the road ahead A light shimmers to bluish life an intoxicating mystery
Hour 14- Baby Sleep
The heavy lifting blood pint draining sighs Frequently blinks and shutters the lids The lazy sight beholds flickering lights Going on and off like a lightning bug Body laying numb lifeless in the colt Months preparing an opening a crusader gap For an outlaw streams…