No us

Thre is nothing left all have been depleted There is no you there is no me there is only an empty, barren world old bleak broken

Quanked

light headed.  words spinning round with 12 hours left.  lucky 13. Just over the hump, now through the night.   no rest for the weary dawn comes too early as time slips by quickly- quietly   running together, endlessly as the guitar strums, its lullaby…

Don’t laugh

She never smiles, she never laughs It’s sad to seriously choose life paths. A joke was told, her face was bold and never cracked a grin. Your face will crack and break my back if happiness sets in. When all her friends were gailey laughing…

Voltage

In the middle of concrete chaos She looked over her shoulder Smiled, and winked At me Sending voltage through my veins I stood stoic, as a storm rage on inside In that 1 second of that smile and wink My live was never the same…

Hour 13

I’m letting myself down, but I can’t be sorry. But I’ll do a minute poem this instead of a haiku or lune or whatever, just to prove I’m still invested. Tell me how you’re doing lately Prim and stately Never badly Smiling sadly Always keeping…

MILLINER

I hear you are in business, and women are your aim To dress their heads in beauty, with headgear made of fame! I’m sure you’ll do quite well, for some women love to wear A headdress that will flatter and show them off with flare….

Prompt 16 Hour 13

Slatternly   look at those hedges untidy and blathering   imagine the stories they hold deep in the worn mulch of their roots   verbose I am sure as cluttered as the home they rest   look at those eaves filled with last years leaves…

Dilatory

I’ve been sitting for minutes. The bus should have been here by now. Traffic is backed up on A street. And on the C underpass, as far as I can see. A truck just rolled by and I heard a traffic report that there are…

Finish Line

Poem 11 Finish Line By: Ashley L Powers   I can see it This journey was bittersweet Unclogged my mind Allowed me to spill my thoughts True freedom It’s so close I can feel it I accepted the challenge I killed it One more poem…

And gave it up

she wept the unshed tears of moths ago she poured the unspent pain of many moments she relinquised the love that was in her heart on that one single moment she took out the most precious thing that she had and gave it up