Habagat rains Always raining by hour Nonstop Or maybe just paused For a while Flooding everywhere Giving new meaning Just let it rain unceasingly Halt stop pause Rainy unedited such intensity Just Habagat rains 4:01 PM PST 13/08/2016 (C) ROY MARK AZANZA CORRALES Photo source…
Category: Musings
Morning Thoughts
Another night has passed Yet another set of dreams Travelling through the line Between the oblivion And remembrance. It’s difficult to see Through the mist of reality But not to follow If we only listen To the silent voice within.
Lazy Writer’s Syndrome
Greetings, salutations, and for those of you across the world! Bienvenidos/buenas dias, bien joue, ciao, and many other greetings! My name is Sara, and I was a participant of the 2015 24-Hour Poetry Marathon. Now, sadly, due to work and other beastlies, I have…
HEY HEY
I am so excited to do this marathon! It is going to be amazing 🙂 My name is Cheryl and I am from Michigan. I will be working bar tending Saturday so this should be awesomely intense and fun!
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What is worst,Ice or Fire?
What is worst,ice or fire, You know what,let’s inquire. Our planet earth will end with a final vow, Either it will freeze and frigid in ice after 40 days and forty nights of rain and freezing floods of water. Or inferno of wild fire, turning…
Wishful Thinking
Dreams are the imagery of what we long for, neural playground for the literary soul, to wander, with flashes of memory, their fabric ripped and slurried, run with others, to rise dripping with thought and vividly there. Ripped and wrenched, stirred in the vat of…
Poem #11: Be Quiet!
You talk a lot, but you have nothing to say @ Renee Avard-Furlow June 14 2015
Poem #12: Outside Looking In
Outside Looking In Taking place under the same sky a defensive edge unexpectedly sharp yellow lights of caution cause reactions within the souls of the well known signs of stress coming in fours incomplete thoughts search for a point within months of forgotten dollars the…
Freezing
Autumn Wind The sun was bright,yet the cool air frostbite. Every time I move, my limbs sting from clinging. Knuckles and groin adjourn to rest in a flat form. Cool breeze makes my spine giggles in spasm and then I faint in pain. I grubbed…