i suppress parts of myself to make others comfortable to feel included to be accepted who am I anyway? outside of what I withhold within Or suppress outwardly I wish I felt comfortable facing the world. I just don’t know anymore….
Category: Marathon Poem
Normal People
Take us on your ride, Sally. What does that mean? What normal people have you ever seen? Maybe I over anticipate what you’ll say. Maybe your characters will live in a normal way. They’ll have joys and pains, sunshine and rain And when it’s all…
Holy Bible
I speak in not words, thoughts can be heard only by the thinker. A work of ‘in groups’ to write a story. A poets description of past life expressed through a love that a silent man has taught. Walking. A bibliography. The riddles in writing…
Hour 9 – The Fifth Season
That’s preposterous Everyone knows that there are only four I can name them for you Winter Spring Summer and Fall That is all It’s real What would the weather be like, then? The weather does not matter It is like all of…
The Lie that Defines (Hour 8)
She had always waited for her father to come home, her mother to acknowledge her scars, herself to find the courage she needed to get clean. The lies always came in threes: the car was never stolen, the pills are all accounted for, this would…
Story Time
Under the bridge, Beside the river, The penniless kids play using a stick for a king’s sword While the mother goes around collecting all she can hoard Under the bridge, Beside the river, A stranger from the rotten vegetable market join them for dinner No…
The age of innocence
The age of innocence The doll’s play gives way to bigger games As blasphemy loses its might When a young girl and her lover Declare their vows To be together forever Conflicting emotions surround them As they hold each other’s hands And watch their…
House of Leaves
Take one last look and try to remember before the dying room collapses into the Earth. This was once your sanctuary now it’s dust and dirty truths as you pair the jigsaw of a memory to the physical. Where your bliss was, is also where…
Hour Nine – use a book title…
“My Sunshine Away” Your loving eyes Your beautiful heart Please don’t take… Your wonderous smile Your boisterous laugh Please don’t take… Your strong arms Your protective embrace Please don’t take… The sound of crushing metal The smell of burning rubber Please don’t take…My Sunshine Away…
Jingo
If you’d direct the masses to go, Not necessarily to war This works just as well for any cause, These are some rules you ought to know It’s vital to give the crowd a show; Remind them what we’re fighting for And, if any of…