The Poetry Marathon

I Am enough
I Am stronger than most people think
I Am a good person, no matter what you’ve heard
I Am beautiful, just as I am
I Am whole, inside and out
I Am who I Am, your approval is not necessary

(Book 99, #19327)

I found the moon
at the cemetery
this morning
I teared up
watching two mourning doves search for their breakfast
I wanted so much
to help them
for reasons
I can not explain
They appeared lost
Seeking
But
Perhaps I only need to help myself
Perhaps I’m the seeker
Still
I was grateful for their company
Both for myself
And my father buried
In the earth

Damn, i let my emotions get the best me
I let it fill my mind with unrealistic possibilities
My emotions got to my heart
Now i feel it breaking again
I cant breathe damn I should of known better
Was i blind and not paying attention to the signs
Did i read into he’s messages more than I should have
I feel so confused was it me that misunderstood
Or was it his words the contradict himself
I swear i thought i heard him clearly
But those words he spoke to me
Got me feeling like Damn girl am I trippin
I know i let him talk so i could listening
To make sure i heard him clearly
But dang i guess i didn’t read between the line
Or maybe he already had my heart to point I was blind
Blind to truth i knew was true but had high hope he will realize his truth and let go of the past
To see what we have is real and true
Maybe that’s was his truth and I’m heartbroken because now I have to accept my truth
Let what we have just be
And decide is this where I want to be

Crumbling bones of salt cannot hold the demons at bay any longer

Their liquid limbs lap at my skull and my ribs

My head crumbles open and they burrow into my brain,

Piping their bodies into my consciousness.

My body is being rebuilt,

bone by titanium bone,

Scar tissue wrapping my flesh,

Until I am impenetrable.

My body is a nest for the darker things in life,

But do not be mistaken,

For the light still shines through my eyes.

New Day

After long hours

Underneath the soft moonlight

A good morning starts

(Haiku, hour 1@Mejia2019)

To look to the sky and beyond

To likened myself to its end

Finding solace in its meaning

So, I can justify the interval of life echoes

Pondering why and how of things

Reasonability of known course of humanity

What life may contain in its epoch

Pointing into the direction of life chapters

Seeing and listening in the life challenges

Seeing beyond the test of time

Life is what may seem but it does not

Wondering and pondering in its easement of understanding

Still it is new pavement of living quartets in a song

Life echoes immensely

Prompt # 1 Hour # 01

9:00 PM PHT 22/06/2019

A white light shines on me
Its fluorescence harsh, unyielding
Like a thousand tiny needles stabbing their points into my pupils
The room is a tomb
With clicks and taps
Breaking its sanctity

Clawed fingers grapple at the keys
Rambling, pausing, rambling again
Uncaring of the destination
Till one or the other gives in
Is this deranged
Or just the signs of a healthy relationship

words

on a page

without

rhyme or rhythm

searching

for a metaphor

luring the reader

in

Sexy Zebra
Virginia Carraway Stark

Laying like a sexy zebra
I didn’t get no sleep
I was thinking heavy thoughts
About love and sex and death and life
And all those other things
That keep us zebras up at night
I wasn’t able to close my eyes
Without hearing a crashing roar
And waking up with tears on my cheeks
For all the lost and lonely times
I longed for hands around my shoulders
I was thinking in black and white
Did you know that zebras start out black?
And that they only get their white stripes
As they grow up on their way?
In the same way I was thinking dark thoughts
I was wishing for things that could never be
Fragments that make me much more complicated
Than I ever wished I had to be
All I ever wanted was to love
to be loved
I never wanted to cry in the night
But like a little zebra
Growing into my white stripes
I became a little bit less sad
Because I thought
and… I think… about the love I gave
…the love I give
…the love was always there
No matter what others think
About the zebra big or small
And if they think that zebras come conceived
In stripes from the start of them all
I know that I love
That love is all I know
That the fragments that shard and break
And hurt those barefoot who walk around
I am hidden for survival
I am in love with light
Even when I have to hide in the shadows
From the big bad predators
That still stalk and walk
To this day
Sexy zebra
Not enough sleep
But hell; I always look good enough to eat

Mornings are cold

in the mountains.

The sun has yet to raise

its head over

the forested peeks

rising above us.

The chickens are awake

squawking for scratch

they know is coming

while the puppies yelp

for the mother

that is running the hills

leaving them hidden

and safe from prying eyes.