As a lil’ one I dreamt of things Yet to come Spoke to Spirits Those that would Listen Sensing ~ There’s something wrong With Me Praying to a vengeful God Who, supposedly would save me Fascinated by flickering flames And the…
Category: Marathon Poem
Dead Poets Society
“O Captain! My Captain!” Always makes me think of classroom rebellion Standing on desks Ripping out inconsequential sections of books Trying to find the truth The actual truth hidden in the words Instead of what Our teachers always want us to think
Prompt # 8 ~ Post 8 ~ The Emoji Slip-Up’s 🤗
Oh how I love to add emojis but I can’t always see the faces. If I don’t have on my glasses and my throughs are off to the races. I panic when clicking the wrong one like a smile instead of a frown. When…
Identity Crisis
Have you ever lost yourself? Searched for yourself in so many people, Hoped that in the heartbreaks the pieces of you, Stayed with them. And now you want to play a Humpty dumpty. But even that cannot put you back together again. Flood yourself with…
Season of Change
Strange cosmic winds blow across the sands of our time shifting them into new patterns Sychronicities surge sending signals and signs Old sins of humanity repulse the populace Nations repent for horrible history that keeps getting repeated Differences are celebrated as we discover how much…
Sutures
Sutures Sometimes, my head fills with anger, festers toxic wounds, scars scab a paralyzing fear; I feel like my inner seams are ripping apart. That’s when I take pen to paper allow myself to bleed onto the page, let it seep into creases to form…
After these acts, Smile
After these acts, Smile I want to know if Earth asks for a taste of waters within you. Tell me if there’s another thing other than what I know. What does it ask of you this time? What tells you you cannot be a bird,…
hour 8 prompt 8 (emoji poem) synecdoche
hour 8 prompt 8 Emoji poem synecdoche I guess that’s what synecdoche is: <3 <3 love hearts in short texts instead of phone calls to say I love you when distance or dis-ease keeps us farther apart (in parts) than the laws of…
The Pharisee
Mine is a rudderless vessel guided by a Pharisee wind – the breath that no one sees but me. He was there at the porch that day I knocked and said nothing.
Hour 8 – Haiku
Spotted red beetle Taunted for millennium Your house is safe