The Poetry Marathon

Hour 16 : Horizon

Watching the sky transform overhead

Orange lilac hues as the sun sets

Flourishing more than ever

Clouds shedding it’s white skin

 

Watching in awe as it changed colour

Boasting an undulating opalescence

Of Pink like soft candyfloss

Compelling to reach up

 

Watching my teeth sinking into it

Letting the rain fall

On to my lips it seeps into my skin

Tracing the clouds

 

Watching the horizon

Where the fiery hues of orange burnt bright

An irresistable irridescene

Filled the belly with an inferno

 

Watching the kaliedescope creation

The stars blossoming through

The pallette of scattered clouds

This masterpiece, the same time tomorrow

Another round of Anxiety11pm

Sitting around
trying to relax
thinking nothing’s
going to hurt me
But then a small seed
of panic

No reason to panic
I know everyone
that’s in the room
They won’t hurt me
aren’t going to take
advantage of me
I’m safe

Sometimes it’s a little
hard knowing everyone
and yet not letting them in
Let them see
the panic
the fear
the real me

I need to get out
of here
of the area
away from everyone

don’t let them see it
smell it
hear it
it’s so strong
that you could taste it

Everyone’s smells are
starting to get to me
starting to panic me
to the point that I
can’t breathe
anymore

Need to get outta here
the panic is getting
stronger
like everyone can sense
it and are creeping closer

I’m begging silently
please
please
please
Get away from me
Don’t come any closer
They aren’t listening

No one’s listening
like they can’t hear
me
like they don’t
even care
how I feel

Take a deep breath
Another
Feeling so lightheaded
I feel so ill
like I’m about to throw up

panic
it won’t stop
It gets stronger
it’s winning again
For another day

Sliding down to the floor
where no one can see me
Outta sight, outta mind
maybe it’ll be easier

not helping much
but some at least
a little easier to breathe
at least

Funny

What a funny girl you used to be

Playing double Dutch in the street

Wearing your twist proud

 

What a funny girl you used to be

Drawing cartoons and listening to

Common

 

What a funny girl you used to be

Laughing so hard

You can barely breathe

 

Those days are gone

And there’s work to be done

Smile and keep your head and

 

Be

Feel Alright Poem 15/Hour 15

Feel Alright

By: LuvMiFreely

 

I’m was willing to walk away

But I became comfortable

I remember how it all started 

You knew I was broken and vulnerable

I let you get under my skin 

And I’ve never been the same

Told myself that I needed you 

Although you made me feel numb inside 

I turned the other cheek 

Because I was scared to be alone at night 

Holding onto the edge of a knife 

I hurt myself to keep you in my life 

I wanted to believe that you were all mine

But now I can see past the lies 

I just wanted to feel alright

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Envy ((7 Words/7 Lines)) Poem 14/Hour 14

Envy ((7 words/7 lines))

By: LuvMiFreely 

You often search for failure in others 

Because you’re ashamed of your own life

You feel they don’t deserve to have better 

Because your life is full of regrets

Tearing down people’s dreams because yours failed 

Must be a draining way to live 

Envy, one hell of a deadly sin

“Duality” POEM 4

Yes, it is true.
I can not physically go right
and left at the exact same time

But i most certainly can hate your actions
while still feeling love for you

I can smile in your face
while mental loops play
grainy what-if footage of me slapping you.
Reach to save you
at the same time I don’t want to touch you.
Wish you well
while it hope be in a separate hemisphere from me!

The duality of freedom of choice
is that i can do what’s right
while thinking all the wrong thoughts

Like right here where Im wondering what do with the rest of this hour? Do i stack upon an already half baked ideal giving this run my best
or do I hit publish and make a coffee run?

Prompt 16

42

A perfect number
The natural progression from forty-one
Feathers on a thrush
Time through the centre of the earth
The number of laws in cricket
Illustrations in wonderland
The sum of the first six positive even numbers
The ultimate question of life

What is the number?

 

 

[Prompt: The last line is a question and the answer is the title.]

#7

I sit here camouflaged

against the yard.

I’m bright yellow

and blend with the flowers.

Food is near

seed and butterfly flowers.

I’m lucky for this

vast menu.

Poem 16. Dancing Past the Ecliptic

Being breathless now
no responsibilities
I rarely feel her.
A Raggedy Anne doll jumped
into view recently in

a gift shop in the
SFO airport,  let me
know she was close by.
She felt light and lovingly
curious. She felt whole. Free.

Tell me, Mom, where do
you go now with no constraints,
nothing holding you?
Is it everything you’d hoped?
What are you doing out there…?