Great Thor trails in the door Limp He’s tired, weary. It’s been a long day. Mrs. Claus (she helps him out) (off season) Bustles over, “Dear? You look so burned out!” He sighs, a great gust of wind. Whooooooooooooosh… Ships in the north sea Pitch…
Category: Marathon Poem
#9- Happiness Pool
My hands holding the rim of the pool, My feet swaying in the blue depths, The water lapping against me, My eyes kissing the horizon. Stories above the rest, Looking at the city from my vantage, A sense of satisfaction engulfing me, As I look…
Hour 9 – The Same Water
They say that the same water that Hardens the egg, softens the potato. So I try not to take it too personally When you tell me that I’m being Overly dramatic, that the situation Can’t possibly call for all hands on deck. I…
Block – 9 of 24
you were thinking of ending things you were thinking of ending me you imagined all of the fantastic ways in which I could cease to know you and you loved me most in that moment right before you snipped, I felt it! I felt myself…
This Too Shall Pass (Hour 9)
This Too Shall Pass By: LuvMiFreely (Hour 9) The world has been sitting on my shoulders I feel my posture dragging I’m often told I have to pick myself up They don’t know how often I pick up the pieces But every shattered piece cuts…
Nahar’ Girl
There are towers in the other side of the world. The mortals over there – how did they cross this sea of wilderness? While I am wondering if I have to swim, you’re in it already, proving your resistance to water. It is computer age…
Gem
you are what laughter is at 3 am after a long conversation unexpected, loud, bright enough to fill every empty crack with light smile strong for all the hope that is possible stand tall for all the strength that is potential you are whipped cream…
HOUR 10 Sculpture in Waiting
Sculpture in waiting My Mistress of unlight commands pursuit of the brutal and profane, Ever insipid in her own crimson distinguishability, Clawing and demanding of my dark and tortured affections, I will yield to that which you desire with presiding intrigue. Inner self…
Killing Two Birds with One Stone (Hour 9)
Pandemic times arrived like a thief at night. It stole and stole and stole from us. Now that I can remember grandma’s voice saying, no pain no gain, I wonder what one can gain from a thief such as this pandemic. So I count…
A Song of Hope
A Song of Hope But the night of tears Shall give way soon enough To a morning that’s filled With a shout of triumph And with a song of joy For, lo, we have waited for thee O sound of joy that Makes…