Torn apart By words on a page, On a picture, By you. Destruction of the person, You once loved To make you the victim. I’m ash, Surrounded by the flames, Of the lies, you have told. Bleeding from word bullets, From people, I have never…
Category: Marathon Poem
Hurry
Hurry, Hurry! I’m late for a very i.portant date Like the White Rabbit, I am often scurrying to and fro Usually with multiple children in tow. And it never fails, No matter where I’ve hurried off to- It is more of the same Life has…
You Are the One (Poem #12)
Its dark And I’m scared I don’t know how to explain this feeling One person on my right Another on my left They begin to pull in opposite directions As if I was a doll that two kids were fighting over I feel the desires…
Erasure- The Hills
The nature of hills Burned up chrome Aspiring to the high plains Sun glare drowned in the surface And black flows after rains. In the small valleys Evaporating levels of dry lakes are Steep, heavy, dark and bitter with the deposits A thin crust…
Pointers into new avenue
Thinking therefore as I am Pointing to a new direction Life tales exuding Find the colors within A contouring reality to grasp at Love envelopes Clarity points new direction A life forming a transformation …
After
After I became cleaner after he died Allowing forever paint chips To loosen and be swept Human smells creeping out Through windows, doors ajar Leaving constellations of dust Autonomous universes Home to beings who do no harm Recycling even bad thoughts Into tulips …
Invoking the muses
Euterpe, giver of delight, please kindle my imagination! I would love to ride a Pegasus and to own a hive of virtuosos! I was a girl who really wanted to have a unicorn or a gifted mermaid like Ariel. Maybe deep inside it’s the…
Hour 12. (2019)
We, America, rebuild and confront power. For too long the people have borne the cost. [Taken from the Inaugural Address of the 45th President of the United States]
Three Old Hermits
Three old hermits Three old hermits, so simple Arrived on the island Following a radiant light Holding hands and running upon the waves They cried as they reached And continue to walk on water (Erasure poem: text taken from Chapter 30, The Law of Miracles,…
Dear Aaron, Age 20, With a Monkey On Your Back (Hour 11)
This is my suicide letter. As I write this, I wonder will the me I am now, after all the pain I have had to grow through, disappear? If I tell you what I know, will it change you enough to destroy my current self?…