The Poetry Marathon

Filtered World

Standing outside
Looking in,
Wishing she was there
With him.

Unsure, if she should go alone
She pushes
To let go of her fear,
A false smile
Paints her face
With the lie
Of happiness

A photo
Taken to show she is having fun.
With filters, she erases her discomfort.
Sends it to the world
And him.

He won’t have to worry about her
From the place he sits
Painting his world with normal
For her.

A genuine smile,
His friends,
A place that is chaos
And danger
Cropped to appear normal
To send to her and the world
So, they can live free.

1 – I am

I am, winters sharp tongue, its Icey stare, full of rain.

I am, springs first kiss, its bloom, its heartbeat.

I am, summers smile, lingering on loves lips, the age of consent.

I am ,autumn crinkling beneath your feet, whispering in shadow, memories.

I am, beginning, blood, cells, lightening

I am, ending, earth, decay, hunger.

 

 

2019 Hour One- Strength in Struggle

I am here to watch you struggle with typical things
Like walking, like playing, like talking
I am one that will observe you every day
With a loving stare, never mocking.
I am one of many who will guide you
As you go through your daily way
A friend, an aide, a supporter I am
We’ll climb the mountain together today.
While you battle it out with your body
I am here to help you with your mind
While your thoughts and words are in chaos
I am to help you with words you must find.
You are strong, you are awesome, you rock
To help you see that, you know that I am
Your biggest fan, your place to land
I am the one who will say “You can!”

I am

I am

A speck of dust I am

In this nebulous maze

Searching for infinity

Yet I am within myself

I am in every pervasive dust

Trickling on and off

Settling down often, shaken up sometimes

I am the wind hoofing at

Churning each particle and anti particle

I am the particle and its anti

I remember I am within myself

 

Hour 1

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Serenity

In serenity I sit
While birds sing their praises to the sky
A light breeze passes, curling my lips into a smile
The sun presses on my tan skin warming my bones

 

 

When It’s Cold, Fear Not To Riot

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Prompt One: Em the Whim

I am Em
Em the Whim
I have fun down at the gym
I play catch with Will & Jim
I am Em
Em the Whim

I run circles wide and slim
Silly circles in bright and dim
I roll and tumble, leap and swim
With Will and Jim and Rick and Tim
I am Em
Em the Whim

I am Em
Em the Whim
I play jokes on Will and Jim
Rick and Tim play jokes on Slim
Slim plays jokes on Kylie Bim
We have fun in bright and dim

I am Em
Em the Whim
I have fun down at the gym
I made friends from dawn to dim
I am the awesome
Em the Whim

I AM Prompt 1, Hour 1

I am LOUD
my voice is carried away on the wind,
speaking
of the injustices in the world
crying
for change

I am STRONG
I standfast in my beliefs,
working
to improve me and the world
writing
to share healing with others

I am BEAUTIFUL
not in features but within
my beauty radiates and flows
to and through those around me
enveloping them in its warmth

I am HEALING
triumphing over the past
doing the work to heal past hurts
writing and speaking
life into the dark areas of me
requiring light

I am ME
Beautiful me, nonchalant and funny
empathetic and angry
I am a contradiction AND
the truth
I am unequivocally ME

1. Spirit Guide

When
I walked into that place
Far removed from my usual spot
Hiding from ghosts of who I was
I found you, as haunted as I,
Looking for solace within the spirit cup
A burning drink of revelry
To cleanse the heart of what ifs
To fill the soul with why nots
I sat and watched you drift from there to here
That place I now know was your haunt
Your eyes not so revel
As you leveled your seventh glass that night
Seemingly drinking the answers
To the questions; all of them maybe?
It wasn’t me, I knew
Your answer

I Am

It is 9 am-
I am a ball of nervous energy.
I am a capsule of words, begging to be unearthed.
I am the best of friends with paper and pen-
I am intelligence redefined, using standards that are mine and not manifested by any test or traditional norms.
I am creativity- explosive and ever ready.
I am a master plan that cannot be duplicated, though jealousy has many wishing they could immitate me.
I am beautiful.
I am successful.
I am rich with more than just money; my soul is comparable to milk and honey.
I am enough.
I am a complete sentence and to demand more of an explanation is an injustice to me.
I am a black queen- my rich herritage a thing people of not so long ago tried to destroy.
I am the drums, beat upon by my ancestors.
I am me.
I am a poem.
I am poetry.