Hour Seven: Two pennies in the jar

A sign of hope for a fresh start An indication of just how far I’ve fallen A little suggestion intended to be helpful The bottom of the barrel well and truly scraped A sidewalk discovery outside the café A small investment in an uncertain future…

Mother #1

  The prayers are sound, everyone whispers the word of god. Whispers fade short stares take the place, Gasping for air, no one dares to take her breath Silence is sound and all around eyes witnessed Eyes glistened, Still. Daughters and daughters and daughters with…

Rain Drops

The rain drops playing under Sun’s gaze They are laughing, They are cuddling. The sun refused to make them vapors again.   When rain pours In a bright a sunny afternoon, It seems like magic, Like nature sharing a secret, It tells me anything can…

Hour Three: The disposable nature of pop music

There is no profound in a three-minute pop song unless it is playing when everything goes wrong Nothing makes memories quite like emotion the music is but illustration it’s just that the words hit you in the same place as your feelings The catalogue may…

Waiting

I’ve been like an obedient dog Waiting for attention Begging for affection throw me a little treat And I’ll rub your feet Come and go as you wish and when you come back You will find your favorite dish Loving you Endlessly Obediently There’s something…

Prompt 1 – In The End

He beckoned Me, In the end. Time moved slowly When his hand so tenderly Took mine. And the moment, Was so tender, I could not help but wonder If this destruction, This loss of being, Were a dream. But he beckoned And I followed And…

Nothing Left

People think I’m a junkie That I’ve wasted my life I’ve heard them say, “He had it all, but he threw it away” That hurts me If I had it all I wouldn’t abuse If I had it all I’d have nothing to lose I…

The End

i stand here today thinking we will always be daydreaming of a life for you and me happiness and love thank the good lord above standing beside a king Who knew there’d be a man out there for me. Tomorrow comes and love is on…

Hour One: The doors on the right will open

You will step out onto the platform into the humid embrace of the summer afternoon You will melt as you melt into the crowd of which you are a part but from which you are completely apart The streets of Shibuya will suck you out…