Art is theft It steals time It steals sanity It steals clarity It steals health It steals wealth It steals breath Art is life It fills the time spent doing nothing It gives voice to the deep secrets inside It pulls out our darkest parts…
Category: Marathon Poem
19~19
Hmmm… ~How do I feel? Like a tiny, fluff ~feather~~~ ~~~drifting in the wind… How fragile and delicate ~complicated and free! Beautiful. ~so very soft… (((like a whisper))) ~drawn across a heated inferno~ of smouldering passion… so easily~~~~~~~~~> {{crushed}}…
I’m not
I’m not sick I feel fine I’m not sad I’m happy inside I’m not hated ‘fore i still love most I’m not lonely Even though I’m alone.
Whisper in the Wind
Make a wish with a whisper, Send it into the wind, It will come to pass. You wish will come back. The wind will hear you, and send it were it needs to be, Listen as it blows through the trees. Send your wish with…
Yes Sunshine
Yes Sunshine All the time Enter So welcome here With that glowing luminescent vision How’ve you been my dear? It’s was quite bothersome before you came on in Fluctuations in storms and dark But then a dove returned a branch Indicating safety to the ark…
Dear sister I love you
Dear sister I am blessed to have you For in time of trouble You stand right by my side supporting That I might not fall. You are the one I miss the most Ever since you got married Because you were the one With whom…
A view to a kill
It’s all you can think about when your own existence passes by in the blink of an eye. We struggled for so long with how to make it before we realized we already did. The view’s never pretty but, through it all, it never decayed…
Hour 19. (2019)
The sun sits, like an unexpected visitor upon my porch and won’t leave As it brings growth to the pot plants on the balcony It obscures my view of the bay.
Don’t Look Now (H18)
Heavy handed and overly sentimental I cringe at my own words, and, I’ll admit, some of yours. I love the idea, but struggle with the form If only I’d not notice what made it to the page “Write with blinders on,” she told me. Just…
Dear Love (a self poem)
Dearest self, please forgive your gift of naivety it proves how honest you are you were born honest the world tainted you its not natural to be so protected Life is a challenge and you will continually be challenged you will continue to shed naivety…