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Category: Marathon Poem
Forestland
I came here to muse. A lady in a pink regalia and ash hat _ colours that wouldn’t hide her from the eyes of a roaring lion or herders leads us to where was Sambisa, with forensic lense. After so many photographs we agreed to…
Holding My Breath
When I was young hopes rose unbound but experience cautioned like a caring abuela don’t hold your breath. A few more years of living, and many disappointments later, hope approached more timidly. Experience shouted back like a protective sibling DON’T HOLD YOUR BREATH Perhaps I…
HOUR 4 A Symphony of Choice
A Symphony of Choice She who roars in sanguine silent symphony Symphony offering an invitation in pairing pursuit A pursuit and study in melodious inflicting misery Misery rife with possibilities in bloody beauty to be wrought Our beings at tandem with inner desire…
Hour 3: Saving My Tears
I’ll not let sorrow have my tears My sorrows are full enough, Overflowing and spreading drearily across my life Eclipsing my sunrises Shrouding my stars I’ll not let sorrow have my tears To shrink themselves into less, Washing away guilt Cleansing the soul Stealing…
Therapy (Hour 3)
Therapy By: LuvMiFreely (Hour 3) I don’t know how to articulate how I feel So I let my thoughts spill Across these pages As I go through phases Trying to understand my feelings Emotions Going through the motions The highest heights Cloud nine potion Until…
Prompt 3: Our Work Endures
We make our mark in glass and concrete Stifle the world with steel Our work endures We pave and press Our stones into the Fecund earth, heedless Our work endures For millennia we toil Brick upon brick Shanks sunk deep Because we know, deep In…
Hour 3 – I Am Not What Happened To Me
I am not what happened to me. I survived the abuse and it Forged the reckless kindness in me. I am not what happened to me. Harassment and sleepless nights Turned into art, catharsis. I am not what happened to me. Your addictions…
Hour 3: Tears
I want to cry The world is so cruel I see human but no humanity I want to cry Depression is killing me I try to express it But I am shy I want to cry I feel alone I need hug But I am…