Fight…

Fight, Don’t give up now. You have traveled for so long, The destination is around. Fight, Don’t let go now, You have worked so hard, It’s time to charge on. Fight, For yourself, For every person, Who was forced to bow down, Who was never…

Step Out (written for Hour 2)

Summer sun and winter cold are nothing compared to the darkness. Warmth and light, cold and chill can be felt, but deep dark void is empty, nothing, a dangerous place where numbness is contentment, and complacency feels right. No growth happens without rays of sunshine….

Time Slips Away – Hour 3, Prompt 3

I have so much I’m s’posed to do within a day, within an hour, within a week, a minute too. I just need to do so much each day, like get through work and clean things up a bit, as any adult does. Yet for…

Mama…

Mama, Such a small four-lettered word, Holding so much power in my world. Mama, The first word I spoke. Mama, The first person I cried to. Mama, The only person I would go to, When trouble would knock on the door. Mama, My first friend,…

A Recipe For Protection – Hour 2, Prompt 2

A Recipe for Protection You will need: 1 contraction of perseverance 2 small rocks – your favorite 1 beetle carapace or chitinous exterior 1 gram of love 1 Large AA Egg Set the contraction of perseverance aside, it is important to have it ready. Grabbing…

Hi from the Upper West Side

Hi, everyone! I am honored to participate in the poetry marathon. I feel a bit breathless as I imagine what it will feel like to produce one poem each hour for 24 hours. I know it is a challenge and a feat to complete such…

Those Choices

Those Choices Virginia Carraway Stark Beautiful Ascended A thousand times I died Promising to return I saw no reason not To keep away from the other side Because It seemed like giving up And I didn’t want to leave the stage -plus there was this…

Letter to My Fat Self

If only you knew I wish you could understand The power behind self love And your preciousness despite size Yes, you will take a lot of shit Grateful for scraps and tidbits From lovers who could never measure to your grace or wit or presence…

Rushing and I can

Rushing and I Can Virginia Carraway Stark Sometimes when I’m rushing I have to wonder why there are way more missiles and satellites than stars than I can count in the sky sometimes when I can I wonder why I let so many golden chances…

The Trip

I was able to visit a place that is out of this world.  I couldn’t describe the feeling inside when I saw then light and splendor.  At first I thought that the lights were so bright, then realize that Love was the light.  I felt…

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