19~10
Damn!
She said
As she shook the canteen
No more coffee for me…
~Hush~
He said
And come dance
Under the beam of the moon
With me… (more…)
Post apocalyptic world (Prompt 19)
there are no doors to knock on
no paper to write on
no land to walk on
only water
We die thinking about what we have learned
how our lives could have taken a different turn
Centuries later
Humankind will evolve into mermaids…
F.R.I.E.N.D.S.
Have a crazy bunch of people around me
Who care for me in every special way!!
Feels just yesterday, we started off together on the path,
Who knew, we would be as we are today!
I look back..
Years gone by, I now see in a flash!!
Moments together, are all captured in the snaps!!
“HAPPY YEARS”, I’ll name them,
Wonder how strangers become FRIENDS for life!
Guys!! It’s more than a promise,
Loads of memories I will cherish!!
No matter wherever we’ll be years from now,
You all will be the same crazy people for me, I vow!!
Z-School Episode 1 hour 4
Z-School part 1
This was a dream
A dream I had
One day at school my teacher asked,
‘What is 2000 + 259?’
‘2259,’ I replied
Idiots
That was when a zombie walked through the door
and bit three people
I stabbed him with my pencil
My friend beat him with a stapler
Everyone died
Except us
A sign
A sign
I reside in this in-between
With you on the other side
Our deal not to be shared
With anyone living
I wait with patience to
Know that you are there
Somehow still connected
To me and us
Take only a moment
My last request as
You have joined the others
While I must open this door
TobeTT # 18
Poem #15
Caffeine patrols, Sugar rush Guilty as charged We keep marchin' on. A brand new world awaits me today Imagination is on the loose and creativity re-fueled. Let's paint this town red. -Janice Raquela Mendonca
Overdrive (H16)
the light’s too bright
and the sound’s too loud
and the ink is frozen in place
if i’d turned down the chance
i’d have missed the moment
that swept me up and
dropped me off and
left me here
one monkey short
or maybe just a hand
so throw me a rope
or hand me a line
and I’ll write my way back
to where the light illuminates
and sound talks sweetly in my ear
The Rest of the Story
There will be no Apocalypse.
No ending of the world.
Certainly no ending of me.
Oh, they of the balance of
Light and darkness,
Young Loves unaware of
The nature of me,
Gather shells like squirrels
Before winter.
And happiness still eludes them.
Why?
Like I said, I threw paint at a canvas
And saw you.
I’m still throwing paint.
Journey into Tomorrow
Sit and wonder what tomorrow holds; flipping through channels. Confused by the hours on the clock; it is always today.
A reminder rings, an echoed thought.
Wash and rinse, brush and rinse, swoosh and rinse; kind of makes you thirsty. Remember to remember.
Goodnight.
Sunrise, hurried thought, I’M LATE! I’M LATE! Wash, brush, rinse , repeat?? I’m late, now ready. I start off into the day.
I Remembered Today
Hold My Hand When the World Ends
The world has come to an end
It’s a sea of black
And I can’t find my friend
The world has come to an end
There was a bang and a crash
My cell phone rang
The world has come to an end
He managed to get one word to me
Mountain
The world has come to an end
I pack only essentials
I wear my trusted shoes
The world has come to an end
We are a moving caravan
We are all heading in one direction
The world has come to an end
People fall
Others give up and sit in the road
The world has come to an end
We are pushing each other uphill
The strong and the weak alike
The world has come to an end
I reach up and grasp a hand
And I’m pulled into arms I know
The world has come to an end
But I’m holding my friend’s hand
As we watch the whole world burn down