Acrid tang in the back of the throat, Stinging, shallow breaths as I gasp. There’s no air. I feel the heat suffocate and begin to bite as I fall, stumble, and it begins to roar a floor below. Sacred things, family relics, going up, burning…
Category: Marathon Poem
Ghosted -A Nonet (Hour 12-HALFWAY POINT)
Ghosted -A Nonet By: LuvMiFreely (Hour 12-HALFWAY POINT) Your love used to send me to the moon Even though the trip was rocky I told myself you’d be there Waiting to give me love But you disappeared Left me alone Ghosted me You lied Why?
“Time for Bed!”
“Time for Bed!” Goodnight my baby Sweet dreams honey Don’t let the bedbugs bite. Close your eyes and go to sleep We’ll need our rest for tomorrow’s festivities. I know you don’t want to And I love when you’re with me But everyone needs…
Hour 12 – Beneath
Beneath Upon the endless careening of thoughts whirlpooling into my bed, finding a drain at the center of the sheets and pouring into the floorboards that buckle under this weight. Tell me where your thoughts go at night if not beneath the bed beside…
Hour 12: Fly high
People gathers in his green backyard They are mourning, hugging each other Some people are crying loud Some just contemplating Why is this occurring He makes a speech His beloved dogs Has died Loved
Hour 9: Common Saying
It’s always darkest before the dawn When the stars have all burned out The moon has sunk low and sun has stubbornly refused to rise The world is blanketed in the blackest of blacks And everything is still Voices are silenced Breath is held The…
New Creation
The new world opened up for now change happened in a new lighting darkness was always coming serendipity there world controlled by soul spirit unbend new world here next thing GOD!
Doctor, Please
Doctor, Please Can you soothe the ache of a childhood riddled with bullies and teachers blinded by a lack of compassion, not knowing what to do for me? Can you stitch away the scar under my left arm, one I don’t need to hide but…
Across the Pond
In the storefront, the wellies reigned supreme, Periwinkle, orange, and Monet green, All sprouted with Macs, to celebrate spring— At the apex of summer. Every size and color (rain apparel galore), Besides the bumbershoots strewn on the floor, That spilled out of a rowboat…
May The Force
May the Force be with you as you fly through life Keep your Saber ready there’s always strife May the Dark side stray far from you To the truth, to the light, stay true May your steps be many the miles you tread Keep to…