Branded clothes, Pretty shoes Bags and Jewels All this was not for her.. Deep down she wanted someone Who would Compliment her For who she was With or Without Them!
Tag: poetrymarathon2019
The Sound of Silence (Hour 7)
I hear the melodic notes and can’t help but cringe. I can’t explain why. When I hear the artsy, folksy tunes of today and yesterday, I roll my eyes. When I hear the upbeat, funky pop music of today and yesterday, I shut it off….
Phoenixlike
We might die and leave the earth But memories will stay with worth We might die and leave them here But our good deeds won’t disaappear Like good old phoenix we will come back When time is right we will fly back For sure its…
This is not Life (Hour 6)
I longed to walk among you as a child. You were sophisticated, sparkly, and accomplished. Living adventures I so desperately wished were real. Small town or big city, it didn’t matter. I grew up, stuck in the unseen world of not knowing how to break…
Stucked Out Looking In
He stood outside the window looking in As the family eats every grain He was envious as they eat happily Because never had he a family In tears he watched with a grieving heart And wished his life to restart But never will it happen…
Death of Me (Hour 5)
We raced through the jungle trails on a motorcycle, faceless men, clad in black, chasing us. Throwing stars at us from their Ducati’s, you were finally saving me. We spun around a corner, your father’s houseboat docked within the marsh. Safety, at last! There was…
In the Mockingbird with Katniss
After reading the book I placed it on my side All at once I drifted to Neverland I stride Then Katniss Everdeen came calling loud and clear So I jumped towards her fastly out of fear We were armed we were ready anytime they show…
Farewell to You (Hour 4)
Molasses eyes, vertiginous depths, tender in gaze, opened to me, abated my fear, born inside. Velvet hands of strength smoothed my tears; you spoke of hope and held me close. Distance called, left me cold, until heaven claimed you, and the earth kept you. Scarring…
Empty
The Sun’s heat freezes me But in the cold I can melt. Empty eyes, dry hair, Gaunt face, and hollow stomach, This is the way I’m supposed to be. I’ll reach my goal one day One day I’ll bee 100 pounds, then 80…
woof
I have fur on my arms But I’m not a bitch. I have fog in my brain but I’m not a ditz. I starve myself Of things that I need So you will like me Please like me. The only thing I can…