You are gone. I know this accept this but sometimes when I wake up at 3 in the morning I think it is noon and that it was all a dream a nightmare a Hollywood script read line by line the knife gun chainsaw just…
Category: Marathon Poem
Just Before Dawn-Hour 3
My senses Overloaded by this dark night Dawn approaching I can smell it in the sea air The sweet sounds of quiet The sweet air of isolation The birds haven’t woken up yet The world is still waiting for it’s alarms I sit transfixed The…
The Bop, My Lovers Perfection(Prompt 3)
She was perfect, And i drowned, I couldn’t swim, In my mind i could see that she, Was the best thing to ever happen to happen to me but as soon as i moved close enough to say hi, I choked She was perfection,…
Hour 3: Seven Seconds
My life before my eyes it just takes it 7 seconds to flash by to completely tell the story of I who existed at some point of time… A second for the lost childhood spent in a broken home Another for the love that…
Prompt Three (3): I’ve Got Problems [Hour 3]
I’ve Got Problems What the virus brought to me… It brought more complaints; Get a job! A real job! Wait, I am high risk for the virus… And I do have a job, it just doesn’t pay! I’ve got problems! What made you think I…
our 3 poem
Alone Today like yesterday I was alone Day after day Again just Me Groan Is there Change coming To ease my heart Will someone come into my life today?
Somehow I made it
I tried to stay silent. I tried to be defiant. Nothing seemed to work. I tried to fix things. I felt them lurk. You could hear sings. The mindset changed. I became numb. It became manged. It was overall dumb. I made it out….
The menace i suffer cos i’m black
They scorn me because i am black and beautiful They insult my race, my color as if the color of our blood is different They spit on us and kill my brothers and sisters for fighting for our rights They see us as aliens and…
Hour 1- An ode to Mother Theresa
A magnificent soul with hardship to endure A mother of spirituality and woman so pure. When I think about all the good she ensured Everyone else’s vision was obscured. World war years we learnt in our books Evil and corruption, brutality and crooks She stayed…
Poem 3
Light streaked cross my room Alighting the dust Landing on my bread and dancing On my water. Mother ran brush through my hair Preased my wrinkles out With the heavy cast iron. The sound of children shouts soundtracked my days. Their snores tickled my ears….