The Poetry Marathon

I used to run these halls naked as a baby, as my mom chased me with a towel

I used to force my dad into tea parties, pretending to sound fancy through vowels

I used to sleep on my bed, sweet dreams almost every night

I used to live in a home before it turned red and then white

It’s been years, I live in a home of new

It’s been years yet I still go back to where my nightmares grew

For the home is now a house of old

A burned thing where my childhood was told

That night went it burst to flames

And I sit by the construction of a bought memory, remembering my silly games

For this house was a home full of stone set names

(untitled graffiti)

One within the flow
As if my own fingerprints
Were to leave secrets
Of where to leave spaces in
Between alphabet chaos

Though I run with crews
My loyalty is to the
Reason we do this
We all carry unique tools
Elevation is dolo

Never for rep
Shake the cans, shaking loose doubts
Society’s walls
Become reflective
Of what really got us here

Coded ancestral
Storytelling by all means
Undo narratives
Left over for left behind
And building a new cannon

Darting and fragile,

When you finally settle,

And rest on the branch,

The flowers are twice your size,

Rest easy, sweet hummingbird.

Sitting on a barrier made of concrete.

Scrolling on his phone, no one on the street.

The phone his only friend, he looks at it by the hour.

Loneliness invades and makes his life so sour.

M.M.I.W

Murdered, Missing Indigenous Women

(2^nd poem)

Missing sisters, wives and

Mothers are taken and

Injured vicious
While internally screaming in agaony.

Redacted:

She sat 

Wondering

She realized

walking through the fire

Demons inside

losing the battle

Original:

As she sat thinking

Wondering what had all gone wrong

She realized

She was not the one walking through the fire

Her demons inside

Were the ones losing the battle

This hour eludes me
I must confess
I’m stressed
I’m confused
I’m hurt

Living with someone so angry
Why, everyday so mad
In the blink of an eye
Everything might be gone

In the blink of an eye
Gone, gone, gone
In the blink of an eye

Tell me it’s worth it
Tell me I’m wrong
Tell me you’re not mad at the world
Tell me there’s still kindness left in you

In the blink of an eye
Gone, gone, gone
In the blink of an eye

I feel

I feel everything,
I feel you,
I feel this,
I feel emptiness,
I feel sadness,
I feel nauseous,
I feel contagious,
I feel it coming,
a feeling of nonsense
about a world
that has nothing
good to offer
but a war field,
where time
and selfishness
rules next to
lies while
peace and love
are running away.

the pain
oozes out when i stretch
my left arm
(left is dominant for me)
i freeze
squeezing the breath
in mythe lungs
then slowly release
willing the arm to relax
my pain is like a crying child
who will not calmsettle down
my body is the vessel
i receive pain
i feel pain
i release pain