Of Honor Killings and Curses

Whispering zephyrs secrets reveal The old village Banyan tries hard to conceal Underneath the cloak of stygian skies lay stories concealed from seeing eyes and floods of tears from forced goodbyes But time is the keeper of all tales blind yet partial to some details…

Saviour (Hour 8)

I will cry for my mother till my eyes grow sore My father’s sister moved in the day after– she says her name is “second mummy”   Her body was only buried hours ago But her replacement sits here trying to fit into her shoes…

Hour 8

Gigan: Roe v Wade They tried overruling history but we would not let them, we came to the streets. Waited in the bunker that is a metro station in NYC. We may have stood in silence for an hour but you shall hear our voices….

4:00 PM – Savor (Hour 8)

seconds noticed as hours swimming lengths of oceans with one stroke immersing between the wispy fronds of a feather   coasting on the arcs of sound waves undulating slowly on the path of a never-ending rollercoaster   investigating every nuance of an emotion with a…

Wonderland of Graves – hour 8

Everything in Wonderland Is destined to repeat A spinning wheel of madness That will drown you in defeat Alice knew the atmosphere Was poisonous, at best She’d seen it enough times to know The wicked never rest And when the war was over She knew…

Sneeze in a Pan

There once was a villain Who remained a villain despite being called the hero of the story. A vampire whose craving for blood was always in check. He fell for a bartender; His teeth fell upon the bartender. He’s always struggled with his demons; That…

4:00 PM – Grace (Hour 8)

Grace (4:00 PM – Hour 8) ~ D², @d2poetry   The room To be held Accountable While saving face Living in a state Of unearned Forgiveness Your sins erased Knowing that You are loved Comforted by a  divine embrace That unmerited  Favor When Christ died…

Pour down your thoughts dear Here are your swords- paper and pen Keep writing, have no fear! Pour down your thoughts dear Here is your world – a book Keeping imagining, in full gear! Pour down your thoughts dear Here is your teacher – the…

Miss You (hour 8, prompt 8)

Heat shimmered at the treeline Like a veil of magic light Crickets chirped throughout the field As day faded into night The fireflies came out to play As stars scattered ‘cross the sky I sat down with my memories And looked up with a sigh…

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