poetry as a ghost town

verses and vacant emotions fade right out of history onto the blacktop of empty schoolyards i heard you sing about living forever as you carved your name in the concrete i realize i am dead but i keep walking

#2 Kill me slowly.

1. To whom does your heart belong? If not to me; the rose, nor to the thorn? Into the wilderness, my dear, the solitude, in which it was born.   2. Past be done, long gone forgotten. Breathe in this free air now, I’ve chosen…

On The Trail.

As boots crunch a trail through the leaves of the beech, And the ferns grow to sun that is just out of reach, The fireflies dance like a lantern alight, While their laughter disperses the silence of night.

#1 Morning Yearning.

The sun has risen, soaking me up in its light. I crave for a vision, and a song I heard last night. I need no words to rhyme, I need no lucky sign. Just a lovely smile to shine, by my side, in my sight.

The Winter’s Breath.

The page opens to snow on a field: boot holed month, black hour/ the bottle in your coat half vodka half winter light./ To what and to whom does one say yes? You stumble through the winter’s breath, Ice cold kisses on rose red cheeks, Footprints…

1,2,3,4,5: The Last Time I Saw You Alive.

You’re counting the numbers on hopscotch squares: One two three jump, five six seven jump, You could never be patient enough to wait your next turn. You’re counting the minutes until we are free: Ten minutes, nine minutes, eight minutes, seven, You could never race…

Tired Eyes and Morning Skies.

There’s sleep still in eyes, And it’s blurring your view, But the sun’s started rising, And the world’s rising too, Blackbirds are singing, To herald the day, So throw back the curtains, And be on your way.    


Hi! I’m Erin, 19, and the wonderful Alora introduced me to this marathon. I live in Queensland Australia so the event for me starts at 11pm (because who needs sleep anyway?) I’m attempting the full marathon and hoping that I at least get one poem of…

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