Prompt #4 Numb Prompt #4 Numb Posted on June 22, 2019 12:24pm EDT by janiceraquelamendonca image by poetry marathon Dead from the inside  I am numb. A complete shut down unresponsive to the external. Immovable, life wasting away. Tired eyes and hungry heart all dead in a row….

Let us go and make our visit to the magic world, where angels come out from formless stones. Oh,do not ask,”What is it?” We can go up and down, Talking of Michelangelo. No doubt you will forget, to blink your eyes, I know them all,…

Break it, Break that heart my friend And save two souls at the end Break it because you are human Not that one is man and the other – woman Strike it with the stupidity of truth Break it with pure love and soft tact…

I’m trapped in this cell of my own making, The walls all around me make me want to cry, I can’t leave, I made this cell for myself, And I’ve lost the key, It’s so dark in here, so empty, I feel so lonely and…

At twenty years old I gave up all my crutches All my fears returned. I’d wasted three years Had nothing to show And no more money to burn.   All the fear came back And brought more with it Leaving me helpless and alone. Full…

The art of losing isn’t hard to master – Elizabeth Bishop When you told me the lines I drew in my skin were art intricate patterns of pain you saw as love, and the blood that I was losing as sweet elixir, I knew this…

I would sing at the top of my voice If I could trust said voice Across vast wildernesses and mountain ranges I would echo through the canyons Screaming my love My hate, my contempt, my desire Yes I love you But you eat at my…

Drowns the possibilities of those adventures, so exciting after decades of resentful boredom, cowering in the comfort of our rooms, scared to shed even a hair from our scalp

Reflections on an experiment in self love  my mixed blood waters down my colour but not the weeping of our people when my head turns to face the land no longer ours – which feels the same as when he looks at me through blurry…

Look at your hand And think of this: However close You concentrate, You’ll never see Those elfin, subatomic crumbs Crammed in there, Undecayable; Existing even when That bog you’re buried in Is swallowed By a dying sun. And think of your descendants Ticking their hours…