Hour 15 – The War Within

Wipe your tears The war within you is over Healing is a process and it will take time Wipe your tears and keep walking Keep walking until you reach the end ‘Wher’ you see the lights Glowing through thick walls It is obvious to feel…

Hour 15 text prompt – Experience

Oh, you look so different from … Well, the norm Are you doing something later? A larp? A dance? You look a lil cooler, more confident So that’s how you see yourself? Well you should do it more often. Be yourself.

Prompt Fifteen – Down Memory Lane

Hour Fifteen – Text Prompt Write a poem about an experience, but from the perspective of another. For example you could write a poem about your wedding from the experience of your spouse, or you could write a poem about an argument with a stranger…

Dance for the New Thought

Dance Dance Sway left and right. Twist and twirl. Dance Dance Step forward and back. Side slide, now again. Dance the night away. Have fun in the thinking.

Between the walls

Between the walls, inside that room listening to her voice, the voice is creating lust, outside I can’t be me, I can’t be naked, but inside I’m free to feel, I keep smiling, I let him look at me, I’m still sexual, I call him…

Hour Fifteen: A Listening Point of View

Shouting does not make me hear you better. Your voice booms naturally, arguing, singing, storytelling… The boys across the balcony can hear you revving up about the latest political absurdity. That phrase you repeated to the kids, “indoor voice,” or the husky-soft wisps that thread…

Hour 15: Strange Things

He was walking down his street peacefully It was just another day The same old monotonous day But he liked the sameness, the luxury of normalcy At his age, he valued a day lacking stress and excitement He adjusted his walking stick and continued walking…

I choose my misery #15

Cook the brown Fill the syringe Find a vein Not on the edge. Sharp sting Of anticipation Keeps self loathing a bay Time for time to stop For me to go away. Caught the dragon That first time Man it was good Now I realise…

Hour 15 – A Phoned In Poem

A Phoned In Poem           Beep, beep, beep, boop, beep, beep, beep…boop. Brrrng Brrrng                                                       Brrrng Brrrng Brrrng Brrrng…