We Are the Champions

It was a long and grueling day leaving some emotionally distraught from exhaustion and memories that subconsciously haunt our lives with secret replays Each one had his reason to stay we aimed for what we sought although we napped or ignored our bodily needs it…

Childhood within the Spaces

I. Toddler Years Slow to speak, they checked my ears. I had nothing important to say. II.Visitors People are scary. They’d come at night in large groups, small groups in the day. Stay close to mom at all times. III. Storms From 8 to 16…

Am I Really This Old

I remember when reading maps was taught and everyone learned north, south, east, and west, where you are, and where you want to be. When I’m in the woods they’re still all attached with their heads bent down instead of ahead or beside or above…

Looking for Signs of our Roots

Climb the fire escape to the roof of the building and sit on the bench No tree to give shade Flowers and small plants in pots Green peeks through the cracks Go walk far enough You might find grass and some trees Serene man-made lake…

Kitty’s Night Duty

She’s doing it again, sitting hour after hour at her desk staring at the screen pouring strange liquids in green glass after green glass eating crunchie foods I haven’t smelled in months when she’d cry over working what lay in front of her eyes every…

Love Poem to Myself

Portions of this poem are taken or inspired from “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufroc” by T.S. Eliot Blackness gives way to indigo through the window I look up to see through There will be time, there will be time before the sun rises…

Never Satisifed

In response to “Too Brief” by Virginia Carraway Stark Daylight is lacking, moonlight as well, in any given season. We know this each year, each season as well; we always have a reason. It’s never enough heat as well cold in nearly every region. Let’s…

It Has Always Been You (Poem #19)

This is crazy How do I say this? What should I do? I feel like I’m going to explode We aren’t your regular two The two of us In our own world I am not sure how to say this? I don’t know what to…

So, Which Witch Am I

Related to two of my poems: hour 2 prompt 2 “Witch’s Ignition” AND hour 18 prompt22 “Dear Grim Reaper” Rock in my hand I feel the attachment to a young soul I met long ago yet not a soul who hugged me and laughed genuinely…

Distance (Poem #18)

I’m millions of miles away I’m on my own adventure I’m learning new things Another language Things about myself I’m growing And yet At the start and finish The beginning and end Of every single day I can’t help it I become completely overtaken My…

1 2 3 30