Peaceful Days. Nights of Blood(Inkspell) Rest my peaceful warrior you were not meant to guard the nights demons of guilt leave hearts heavy and you need strength to fight rest my peaceful warrior the sun will shine again there you show your courage when…
Category: Marathon Poem
Poem 12
Her diary spills the truth cross the bare floor Not just one killed her body many cut Her soul to tears til she is not a girl She is the body. She had a mother and father til death Dreams floating to a time past…
I do
I do not have what it takes I do have what is important I do not think you would agree I do know that I am right I do because its me and who would know me better?
Thorns…
They say roses have grace, Where roses bloom, The thorns come around too. Beauty is the rose, The queen of the garden, The gift from heaven, Then where do thorns come in? “What is beauty without pain?” wondered the actress, while polishing her nails again…
Prompt Twelve (12): The Best Way Possible [Hour 12]
The Best Way Possible We begin this journey in the best way possible. At the end, of course! For through the end of wish… Is where manifestation takes place. Thus, your journey is the end… And the beginning of fulfillment! You walk and live in…
Facing the Moon
Death never has been my favorite song, and now I know why. With all due respect, Cat, I do not like the idea Of nothing.
hour 12 poem
Life Lived Make your choices today and tomorrow Seek information you need to know to Develop alternatives and use your brain For if you do not, you’ll feel the pain Are you happy with what you know to make your choices today and tomorrow…
Hour 12
It was then that I realized a bright light lay ahead of me I felt cold and drowsy but I kept walking that day in April and when I reached the end the clocks were striking thirteen
Paradise ranch (Poem #11)
Over the hills through the mountains Is a lush and beautiful place Paradise ranch where there is bliss Joy and peace , fun and food Nothing to do but okay all day Enjoy the green shrubs and trees The garden of enchantment is More than…
Hour 11, Prompt 11 – Quest
The first psychic I’d ever met told me about her once leaning slightly forward across a table to touch my hand lit by a sunbeam she began to paint an old, old story A wise priestess seated in the middle of a circle speaking…