The Poetry Marathon

Friday Nights (Prompt 12)

At one time

it was super tough

and words were my only rescue

On Open Mic poetry night

I gave the audience

a close up

to my behind the scenes

 

I inherited my mother’s story

believing mine would end up differently

I learned somewhere to place the sugar cubes between my teeth

it can make anything bitter taste better

so I did

I stumbled into masking

the lie

sipped it in

by default I didn’t tell anyone the truth

but I didn’t lie either

suffering more from my thoughts

than circumstances

anything you hide comes out

eventually

so feel the energy

and give that experience a name

Dog Food

Sweltering, collapsing

mind ran ragged

fumbling forward to the manhole

endurance athlete

made by necessity

clearing the hurdles

by falling over them.

 

 

 

42

Cats
pillows
caffeine
or poetry—

After 27 years,
I still don’t know,
what is the meaning of life, the universe, and everything?

Hour 16: Happy Ending

one’s happy ending is built upon
many, many more sad ends

for you, who now, stands on a pedestal
didn’t you lose your sleep to get there?

and the one who is revered by the crowds
didn’t they lose their right to act human?

you fell, you cried, got hurt, tried again
tears were the only warmth you received on cold, cold nights

yet now you are here, above it, above all
but didn’t you lose a part of yourself to be here at all?

your days of happiness is built upon many more
days of sadness, pain, loss, grief and despair

But why linger on that past now that you are finally here…
happy, content, serene… but are you?

Satellite

Home away from home,

perhaps a tad cliche but nothing if not accurate.

With the most incredible architecture & an unmatched ambience,

it’s no mystery why it’s the best getaway imaginable.

 

The alcove comes complete with delectable cuisine,

personal pods for unique consumption as you see fit,

& connectivity that has to be experienced to be believed.

 

When everything goes wrong, it’s always here.

When the world seems to be falling to pieces, it’s a comforting refuge for the weary and the indigent.

A single point of consistency in a perpetually changing world

with cartesian coordinates of 0000.

 

Long after we’re gone, it will remain for future generations to appreciate

but our perpetual, undying love & gratitude will remain long after the end of time & the

collapse of civilization. Thanks for being a light in a world fueled by darkness.

Can peace flood the earth? (hour 16)

Soon in not too distance future

peace will flood the earth

and the violence of now

and the violent now

will be erased

 

#4

Simple life

without technology.

Technology that hasn’t helped.

Some abuse it,

others don’t use it.

Is it worth the effort?

Does it help?

or only offer false hope.

6: Wisdom of the garden

In a darkened world

On a sunny winter morn,

Garden says “Hold fast!”

Yes to Aesthetic, hour sixteen

Bent over my workbench at midnight,

painting, drawing, patiently marking down

small pieces of art, quietly cataloguing

all the silly things I do for art, for love,

for following money. The shop filled

with niche likes, the cheap art and

the many things I love and surrender

to be taken elsewhere. Impostor syndrome

whispers in my ear; will they ever care enough

to take my loved things, buy them and bring them home?

“The Good Thing In The Bad”

That turn out to be the good thing in the bad.
The situation’s a bit blurry,
We are both in a hurry,
At September misty morning,
You ain’t picking up at all.
I was left all alone.
No answers until October,
Just silence on entire November.
Sadness turns to madness back then I often question.
But seeing you now after a these months makes me understand the reason.
You turn out to be a totally different person,

So am I.

Way better than the one you met before.
And that turn out to be light in that situation.
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Writer: M.E. Flores
Hour13, Text Prompt13