You’re uninvited. Don’t stop here. I am not afraid. This isn’t fear. I just can’t spare the time to dance. In love with life, that’s my romance. So go away. Don’t come for me. At least for now just let me be.
Category: Marathon Poem
Hour 13 – The Fallen
She strides down with certainty: head held high, hair whipped back by the hot winds. No one bothers to halt her advance. You usually have to haul the screaming and reluctant. If she wishes to descend, so be it. She marches on the palace. She…
I Accept All Your Promises
(for hour 13—from the rainbow image prompt) I Accept All Your Promises Of all those counted up like random lists petty humans try to track, how can I choose which pledge is most meaningful? Of more than three thousand spoken to assure…
Normal
Normal The sun is beautiful again months of sorrow are in the back flowers bloom in the minds thorns that grew in the hearts have melted away Everything is falling back in place normal has a calm now Hour 7 @varenyas
Come To Me!
Come to me is what they told me My crush my love my fate He wanted me Let us meet is what they told me My young heart floundered I went to him They told me to come He wanted me He sat holding reign…
Hour 13 – (image prompt)
Rainbow filling spaces and arcing Through the pregnant clouds above it Or is that just the slice of Sun upon silver blades Melting clouds and storms Indescriminate Yet starkly Contrast Grass
Nature’s Illusion
What do I believe… The picture or my sight, Or the fact that now my heart shifted to the right… Are those colors to wonder? Or it’s just the nature’s know blunder…? Are the clouds there to surrender? Or its just they are enjoying to…
Hour 13_death who
It never worked for me the tales of you slinking about hooded with scythe in hand The predator prey thing – so overplayed! Instead I imagine you young beautiful with hands that have not toiled and eyes that have not known betrayal. You are fleeting;…
Once Upon A Knock
Once upon a knock that came to my door One that I answered before I could implore Who stood there in cloak with dagger But the one that we all dread that backstabber He promised me life, long with hope But he came tonight saying…
Song of purple summer
A summer of purple: deep, royal, divine. A summer of seers and truths, purple kaleidoscope. Seekers and oracles, purpled cicadas. Must the sleeper awaken from purple marten dreams? Give me a passionflower to drink. Fetch a purple honeysuckle. Wring out every lavender drop, brew a…