By Ajanta Judd All Rights Reserved – 10am Australian EST Prompt 12:This prompt has steps, and you have to do them in order. Don’t look ahead to the next step before completing the previous one. 1. Grab a book off a shelf at random. 2….
Category: Marathon Poem
A brief
Some say legends are born while others say they are made but i guess it all depends on your perspective Legends are people who have overcome difficult circumstances not minding their status or giving excuses to serve as limitations and barriers why they couldn’t accomplish…
It was the best of times….
TIMES you have spent with me OF moments, sweet and of harmony, WORST and so filled with agony, THE partings and despondency. WAS it worth the effort, the intimacy? IT was, it was my dear honey.
Cyberpunk Morning, Hour 12
The iridescent twilight Casts radiated shadows on her face Exposing circuitry just beneath her skin She grins Stretches cybernetic spine cat-like Slides out of cold metallic bed From underneath my arm Pure sin Purity spinning webs of memory Liminal timescape gently trembling Paralyzed by the…
Hour 12 – Dispatch from Athena
Dispatch from Athena to my Servant at Ithaca Penelope, faithful wife of Odysseus, Stand your guard against those who seek to harm you! Sleep with one eye open. Build up your defenses during the day. If furniture must be dragged to your door, to keep…
A new dawn
My sleep broke, Not with the alarm, But with the chirping birds, I got up, As they sang the song of dawn. Ready to embark on a new journey. Without any luggage, This time no guilt or barrier can stop me…
Death Be Common
Death be common for the rat in the trap. Death be common for the soldier with a broken bootstrap. Death be common for predator and prey. Death be common in a world of decay. The price of your life is not without a tag,…
Misgiving
Misgiving Emotions are fleeting, but leave shadows in their wake. They follow stalk-eyed, peering through magnified lenses–watching as you undress. the folds of clothing fall in crumpled heaps and the voices slither from them, drumming the ear like fingers on a table. waiting patiently…
Where I want to be
Where I want to be is fill with lovely trees and meadows that are beautiful green. Maybe it is in Germany or maybe somewhere that is fictional it seems. Fictional land that is set in the future or fantasy. Maybe set in the four nations…
What in the Dickenson
Awakened, ye muses at hour 9 Creativity spell burned divine Music Sing! Moon shadow Strain or is it a Refrain? Halfway there No need to fear We will make it through the night My dear