Now instead of following the prompt I have written my opinion of myths   Myths and superstition tales of yore the art of creating something out of thin air to take away people’s ability to think and act for themselves. To shepherd the…

Mother Tongue   I never forgot this language— the way my tongue should roll when I pronounce the words   The accent and expressions grab the phrases strongly   The sentences slip out of my mouth with an ease   The pen doesn’t fumble when…

Congratulations First Half Marathoners! I am so happy that you have completed 12 poems in 12 hours! That is wonderful. Thank you for joining us in this madness. In the past I have personally verified that everyone who applied for a certificate was eligible and…

Run, Run, Run!   Run, run, run! or else they will go ahead the competition is fierce   Oh! Don’t take a break to breathe by the bay   Run, run, run! or else you would miss the train to the destination   Oh! Don’t…

I listen to 10,000 Maniacs songs in-between hours, and you were constancy of crystalline accompaniment and precise guitar notes – dominating but the raven-haired dervish growing to womanhood in your view. All men with bowties should have a title bestowed on them. All men with…

Red for the blood White for pure Blue for integrity Color My World Yellow sun The pink rose The orange sunset The day will close Green for money and wealth Brown for laboring at the belt Color My World with history Color My World with…

Your sorrows will fade like the night sky fades— from black to blue from blue to pink.   The dawn will come.

How can you explain the color red burning in its deep dark majestic shade to someone whose colorblind. Oh! How terribly unfortunate are they for they are unable to experience the passion of red. How can you express the beauty spread across lavender fields and…

Spider   Spider don’t crawl towards me like my lover   Spider don’t entangle me in your web like my lover   Spider don’t spit  venom on me like my lover

Would you never   Would you never try to seek everything thou left to me? Would you never tell me thy existence was based on this love?   Form- Golden shovel (Never seek to tell thy love by William Blake)