To each their own I say   We all betray creating the cliche   of the angst we carry   the blaming, the hurt How do we heal? Face it! You’ll deal.   Acceptance and responsibility Is key   Creating motion, no longer frozen in…

You taught me of beauty, of hope and of love And how all that we are is born up above Your hard work and struggle, and yet all your grace Shown brightly despite the lines on your face Your love for one man left you…

Each year I write one prompt devoted to a cliché topic, previously these prompts have been focused on love and death. This year the challenge is to write a poem about angst that is not cliché. Good luck!

Before his eyes, a girl is yapping and whining at the barrier he had installed beforehand. It was a barrier he put up to protect his love. Though the love had run away with another wolf. At the moment, his heart had sunken deep into…

Part of what I’m hoping to do over the course of the marathon is (should circumstances allow) is work on poems in proposed sequences/other projects. The previous poem “Duchess of Oldenburg” (though owing to the prompt, it was very different to how I thought it…

My thoughts are wandering all the words, I’m pondering.   the prompts, some challenging the poetess is learning   New forms, and definitions Here’s to posting, quick decisions   The sounds of music, echoing while the pen is beckoning.   The marathon, my wrecking ball….

The feeling of dread was in my mouth. By the time the elevator stopped, I could feel the panic continue to rise. I knew what to expect, and yet I was still taken aback at her being there. Greeted with a half crooked smile and…

Worlds away. Against my will (yet I allowed it). In a home that wasn’t mine (on loan, a safe house). I need to connect (yet no signal to bring me home). A worthless bridge (lifeless without invisible power). How will I survive (worlds away)?  …

FOREST DEMON If he’s warped, then so am I. I feel his madness deep within my cold heart. He screams, thinking no one hears him, no one can help him, but I hear him. Over and over again, the same awful screech, the same complaint. Can…

I am alone in a sea of people.  Laughter and voices lap at my body like waves of foam that surround me in all directions, bursting onto my consciousness that is already dripping and soaked in isolation. Flooded with emotions, the sea overwhelms me, making…