The Poetry Marathon

My First Time

My palms are sweaty

My heart patters too quick

Perhaps, just maybe, I’m going to be sick

You ask who I am

Like it’s the first day of school

I stand here in front of you

Please please think I’m cool

Your eyes pierce me

Waiting to hear

Hi my name is Bree

I…I guess you want to know about me

I do hair

And makeup

And nails too

I do it for the love

I do it for the art

I do it for the money

I do it to make the world a happier place

 

I am a slasher

A hairstylist

Slash

An Actress

Slash

A songstress

Slash

A writer

Slash

A mermaid

Slash

A spiritual being

Slash Slash Slash

All these things

And many more

They all make me Bree

 

May I sit down now?

 

 

Morning Thoughts

Another night has passed
Yet another set of dreams
Travelling through the line
Between the oblivion
And remembrance.

It’s difficult to see
Through the mist of reality
But not to follow
If we only listen
To the silent voice within.

Velicia Day

Who am I?

I am still trying to figure that out. I don’t know what my purpose in life is, I don’t understand the meaning of life, and I am still learning about myself. How can I tell you who I am…if I don’t know the answer to the question myself?

The Spirit Summons

The gong summons
at twilight
It pounds the heart
of village Masters
It is a call to the palace

The crown walks
It walks to spits from spirit
That,
Ears
Shall tingle to vigilance

The tiger roars in vain
The ant
Captures the earth
with fear
Children
Thirst insane.

Footprints

He sits on balloon hill
The eyes
on evil footprints
It is a taboo
An ancestral symphony

Few hours left 😛

Excited 🤗 .. Oh sleep! Though I love you alot but please don’t come tonight 😎… i wanna spend my time with my second  love ✍ poetry ❤

#poetryloverfromindia

What have I done?

Fellow Poetry Marathoners,

Coffee is purchased, computer is supposedly free of malware (my nemesis on any deadline, crashing the drive at the most inopportune times), and I am ready to write poetry.

I think I can make it through a 24 hour poetry marathon. Maybe. I’m already procrastinating and it hasn’t even started yet. I’ve included the graph from The Office illustrating what a typical day was in the life of Michael Scott. It looks very similar to one I might draw.

Hoping to hit the red zone tomorrow…

Good luck to all!

Excited for the Marathon

Hi!  My name is Brittany, and I am very excited to be a part of this marathon.

 

My plan is to spend the 15 minutes composing the poem.  Then posting on the site.  As far as the night time goes.  I am setting an alarm every hour on the hour.  Gonna compose my poetry, and go back to sleep.  It will be a long night but well worth it.

Grasping anew

Moving day to day

Understanding a humble humanity

Poetry of life  engaging

Such instance always foregoing

Pooling over the  players of life experience

Writing bridges always one another

Interplaying realizations Communing

 

A life few understand the process and purpose of it.

 

A test

Whipping new desire
Anticipating anew
Something to be renewed about
Deepening understanding of humanity
A new fervor unto life
Perceptions varied
Undertaking always
Humanity o humanity