The number of ways I would like to lock myself away are uncountable Somewhere quiet and isolated from the world so I can get my head back together Just the sound of the wind the snow hitting the roof and my own thoughts finally calmed
Category: Poetry Prompt Responses
The Monster Under the Stairs
I have locked away the monster under the stairs Exiled now for crimes against my life Finally done because they did something unforgivable Going against everyone, myself, instinct, society, sanity We will be forever stared at for what they accomplished It doesn’t matter that what…
Hour 23 : Veronica Decides to Die
Not succeeding in a suicide attempt The girl finds herself in an asylum With her heart damaged Unsure of a life She waits for death to come As she sees life with a different perspective Admires the beauty of nature from her window…
Buy.ology (hour 23)
One of my fav books, Buy.ology explores the biology of why we buy the things we buy. Hadn’t thought about it before Buy.ology the book opened the eyes to many a surprise of why we buy the things we buy. Had thought sex…
Beloved (2022 Poem 22)
Somewhere you sleep, perhaps across the ocean Dreaming beautiful ideas to life Living your best life, as you are meant to Fully in the present, wasting nothing Shining light into the darkness Bringing joy and comfort to the fallen Tempering your strength with kindness You…
Text prompt -Poem 23 My Memoirs Empowerment Defiance
Text prompt -Poem 23 My Memoirs Empowerment and Defiance The memoir of Sabinah Adewole, who at the young age of four became an orphan when her dad died suddenly in a ghastly car accident in 1971 in London . Her mother a single parent had…
At the Diner – Hour Twenty-Three
At the diner, memories return Far too many there to name From childhood antics to new love To orders staking claim In some ways ’tis full circle My life here with the food Both then and now with toddlers Just learning to be good When…
Poem 23. Green Mansions (a senrua)
The train is coming please pack only what you need. Sisters and Mothers bring your children to the yard. We’re heading North to freedom…
Gathered for massacre
Prompt 12 (Write about a gathering with others.) The harvest was ripe and gold What a gathering behold The sky was gay, and colors merry A romantic pink, a scarlet cherry All gathered to celebrate Sweat of toil but fickle fate Had something…
Last One
My body has turned against me even more than it has before Now items from the humble wheat plant are poison in my throat I was told just to lay off just a reduction will be fine But subsequent experiences have proven otherwise It’s a…