The Poetry Marathon

Nightowl– 4am

It’s so quiet now
no traffic
no harsh lights
no demands on my time
no people

Perfect time to write
Plenty of stillness
for inspiration
I have what I need for a night
such as this

Cold shiver as I
start to prepare to
dive into this hole
the journey of which
is hard to explain

If you’ve never done it
you won’t understand
the exhileration
the painful
tough
annoying
raw
bleeding
process that it can be

I can’t explain it to you

Quietly, petiently
trying to sketch out
the thoughts in my head

some come easy, others take time
others will not come at all
like loosening a tight bolt

There!
what’s that
A spark of thought
image to start
a distant sound
mournful cry

plain paper
easiest to gather
thoughts on
walking restlessly

couldn’t sleep tonight
guess that’s why I’m
tucked here on the floor
against this old wall
not really tired though

I can almost hear the clock
in the hall ticking away the time

Running out of time
almost out of time
I can imagine it screaming

But that’s ok

I am in control
I set the pace
and that’s ok

Another bite of inspiration
this one delicious
yet dark and taunting

dipping into the dangerous
flirting with scary
what was that cold shiver for?

This spark scares me-
it’s going to take me
someplace I don’t want to go
but that’s beauty of my craft-
everything’s ripe for use

I can see it getting lighter out
now, the night is almost over-
I don’t know what to do-
I have so much more left
that needs to be said

Calm yourself
you’ll be ok
the night will come again
and there you’ll be

I can hear noise now
people getting up
ready to start their day

meanwhile I’m here
putting my craft to bed-
setting a reminder of
where I stopped-

just to pick it up once more.

“Draft Night” Hour 23

Finally you are the bell of the ball.

You are the star player.

We salute you for all your mystery and shame.

They tried to smear your name.

Not taking the time to realize your power and depth.

I liked the nightlife all the same…

You did not have to become popular once again for me to respect your claim.

 

Ball of Fur

Hr. 9 Prompt 11, 2015

little ball of fur
all cute and fluffy
runnin’ around chewing up everything
getting in the trash and toilet
what do people do with you
such a small creature making huge messes
howling all hours of the night
nobody can sleep with that racket
little ball of fur
all cute and fluffy

Another letter–3am

Dear child;

You were hurt
you were told
not to tell
a single soul
else they’d come back
and hurt you again

You just wanted
to be loved
by them, by anyone
it didn’t matter who
even if it hurt so bad-
you swore you’d never tell
a single soul

You talked to God
every night, sometimes
all night
You had so many
questions for him
but no answers came

you were told
so many lies
oh how you’d cry
you were dirty
you were bad
that’s why- they were mad

everytime you withered
inside-
and when it was too much
you’d die inside

Time went on
you had your pain
to pretend
your adulthood
it wouldn’t stain

Hour 21…

My heart beats faster when you are close There is nothing better than being dressed in your love. You fill me with temptation with hope, oh how l miss you when you have to leave

Random thoughts–2am

This feeling won’t stop
keeps coming back-
How can I fight it?
I don’t have any support

I don’t get it-
I was told so many
different things

Don’t think about it
ignore it
give it to God
and you’ll be fine

It’s all in your head
you’re crazy
attention Seeker
weirdo
How can I compete with that?

I want to reach out
but I don’t
being called an attention seeker
is far worse

And cause for silence

I swore an oath
made a promise
that I was done
what else was there?

When did my word become
far greater than God’s power
and love?

When did these
feelings become
less important than
the status quo?

SSHH
Conform
be quiet
don’t make trouble
single file like
obedient soldiers

I can’t talk about this
at all –
to anyone-
They’d be so disappointed
so angry

So I sit here
Alone, afraid
in the dark
fearful of every sound

Crawling out of my skin
wondering what’s going to happen
who’s going to come for me
It’s a horrible disaster

No one cares
no one knows
I’ve gotten good at hiding
Not saying a word

I’ve gotten so good at
this facade–just so
no one sees how truly
raw and broken I am

Why would anyone care?
everything’s going ok
in their world
they don’t really care
about anyone else

 

Hour 21 – Villain

Candle flames flicker in dark eyes.
Shadows cast by eyeglass frames
Carve out a sinister façade.

All it takes are the right accessories
To transfigure your soft, geeky persona
Into something villainous.

Moving in–1am

Sad that the change
had to happen
it was tough-Not one of
my top favorite moments

A bunch of boxes and bins
newspaper to wrap
careful there with the fragiles
don’t drop them

Stacked in the hall
I think I have them all
If not- then definitely
most of them

I don’t want to do this-
I don’t think I’ll like it there
Maybe I should have hired movers
instead of doing it on our own

let’s not forget the bin of food
that has to go too
I can put it away first when I
get there
No sense wasting good food

Got everything in the trucks in
only two trips-
makes it easier
a clean break is best
instead of having to go back
several times

maybe tonight-
I’ll order pizza
and have that rather than
trying to track down my dishes
that can be a project
for another time

I only have to really unpack
the things I will need immediately
food, clothes
bedsheets and blankets
the rest can be spread out

I have the keys now-
it feels so damn real now
like there’s no turning back
next stop-
Home

Eternity

The place where trees are blue and the sky colored green,

The color of sorrows yet not to be seen, with roses smelling differently with change of dream…

The flower does not need a song to sing,

To attract the bee’s hymning over him…

Have spotted the sun, hiding behind the cloud,

Letting to pour the blessing on the earth to sprout…

The birds can swim and fishes can fly,

With evening moon in the sky, even nature starts singing a melodious lullaby…

Trees do bear fruits of different taste,

All of various size and different shades,

The rivers are milky and fields soo chocolaty,

Even the rainbow seen, does lasts for eternity…

Just wanted to let you know that such place is there,

With no fear, of living life and dying to death, as scare…

Would love to float in the immortality of that place,

Along with your company to have all in its full grace…

Letter to me–12am

Dear Amy,

I wish you knew
How much I miss you
and your curiosity when
we used to talk.

I wish you could
understand that I tried to
do the very best I could when
trying to help you deal with
things

I miss our talks that we used to
have in college-
where you would stay up all
night talking to me, not mindful
of the early morning class you had

I know you blame me for taking your
parents- and that is ok.
I had to take them so you would see
that you needed to spread your wings
and fly to your own nest

I know you have passion
in your soul-
I experience it everytime you
write

Everytime you sing songs of praise
I see it there too- but you hold back
because you think that you have
nothing special to offer

I miss seeing the joy and elation
when you got baptized-
it only took you nine years to
stop fighting me on this point

Stop being such a stubborn crab
I know you need your shell
But you don’t with me. I’m the
one person you don’t hide from.

spoiler alert—

I already know everything.
There’s literally NOTHING
you can hide from me.
Remember that in case you
start thinking that you can pull
one over on me.

I will talk to you soon
remember, I’m waiting
and I’m not going to hurt you

Love, God