The Poetry Marathon

23~12

so many closets

throughout my life

the one full

of christmas presents

i secretly opened 

one with films

of vintage family

i never got to watch

the closet 

my boyfriend 

stayed hidden in

the closet

that kept me safe

from the next one

same closet

catching 

all my pennies

adding up

waiting

to set me free

closet with a mouse

mother scared to death

seeing her frying pan flying

the closet my best kitten

kept her litter box in

my first away adult summer

the last closet

full of old toys

i never got to play with

 

Hour 6 : Betwen the pages of everyday

In this flat setting, humans,

like letters, stand out.

Perspective accounts are being written

all throughout the country.

Settlements are like punctuation marks

where lives collide,

like the rivers and mountains,

the ancient ink of the Earth.

Huge oceans, and an ink-black sea,

shroud a multitude of unexplored lands.

Our stories stem from the Earth’s surface.

In an incomprehensible universe.

Hour 21

Losing my creative brain so you get two haikus. A bit silly but fun to write.

 

Hour 21

 

Treetops above me

Grassy fields below my feet

Shit I’m really lost

Stretch and yawn at dawn

Run and have fun in the sun

Crawl in bed at ten

Hour2

I’ll turn my tears into poems

and my kisses into frogs if necessary!

But what will you do with your expectations?

Will you bury them or will you invoke them?

Hour 21 – Running

Running

for cover,

into the ground,

around in circles,

running a temp, a foul,

a tab, hot and cold,

on empty, wild,

out the clock

Running

 

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Prompt for Hour Twenty-One

A,B,C’s.

And when I’m near you the music starts,
Apathy fades away as the notes swell.
Alluring symphonies play in my heart.
All my face painted with blush.

Beautiful memories they were.
Bloomed over a short time.
Beckoned the way to spring.
But…

Could it be time that was jealous of us.
Constellations I guess.
Conflicts of the heaven.
Caused us to split.

COUGH COUGH – #21

Running my nose is running

My eyes leak and sting

My teeth harbour ulcers

I cough when I breathe in

Shivers track their way down my back

Sweat contradicts my skin’s desires

I’ve swollen lips

My tongue refuses to identify

My nostrils flare red

Running my nose is still running

Racing for Victory !

Running towards desires

The Teens chase demanding situations

Each lesson teaches new ideas

Despite the fact that failures some time frustrates

If he bet his weaknesses

And overview himself, to reinforce his purpose

There’s no unique principle to win

If he accepts as true with himself without doubts

Without any doubts, Dedication chaos

Running exhibits, racing victory to run !

 

Prompt 21

Hour-21

Butterfly Kites

Butterfly Kites

 

Soaring through the air, streaks

of black and yellow meet

the clouds. Little laughs sing

on the breeze, fingers wrapped

in white string, not letting

their joy fly away.

Hour 5

abandoned haveli
the glint of a silver anklet
from the last room