The greatest journey is not where you find yourself but your life’s purpose
Tag: #2022fullmarathon
Hour 18: open
pistils curled upward the flower awaits the bee’s busy elsewhere
(Hour 17) 14.30pm-15.30pm. PROMPT: mythical monster & silhouetted image 3 figures against blue slit
dam & blast ahead : a narrow strait : dripping water : darkness : pale blue light : beyond : as if under neath : an endless ocean : forcing down : desiring only : to drown : anyone near : the wall whispers :…
Lust after a world
This is the night without end this obsession with the day does not evoke the same lust after a world that is limitless Choose to give yourself to the night without day is your greatest desire to reject all those who will not surrender yourself…
Wedding Memories – Hour Seventeen
Once upon a rainy morn I took a sacred vow A future bright and newly born Twas lastly there somehow I took a sacred vow It began a whole new life For in the here and now I was, at last, a wife A future…
Hour 17: batter-fry
Batter-fry Take one woman, docile Add liberal doses of harsh treatment, preferably, in the first few months/years of marriage. Harsh, how harsh? Hmm, comments like, late from work again, flirting with your colleague, didn’t your mother teach you anything, housework first, children first, husband first,…
I’ll Never Forget You
Have you forgotten me yet? The ways it was easy? How I felt like home? How you were never alone? Have you forgotten the ways you wanted to please me the ways that I teased you and then delivered it all? So much time has…
(Hour 16) 12.30pm-13.30pm. TEXT PROMPT: last line question, title the answer
Nobody knows What are they? Where did they come from? Will the human race survive? Will the earth herself? How the bloody hell did they just obliterate 7 billion people & countless billion animals, birds, insects in a millisecond? & the hardest one of all,…
What is there at 0:38 EST?
Stare into the void and find what stares back See into your soul to learn what you are made of Search the recess of your mind to find whatever may be left
Almost Midnight – Hour Sixteen
The hour is getting later And my head begins to spin But I will keep on writing Exhaustion will not win I’m pushing towards the finish Inching closer every hour With coffee, I will make it I shall harbor the power I am feeling a…