Lost in Meth

Shreds of string hold

the shell of a woman collapsed,

trapped in the hollows of self,

a pitted face and fallen teeth,

lie empty with a box of remnants

of a life lost in trickery,

the deceptions of addiction

that ate on her soul

destroying

her faded days of yesterday.

The vanishing ~ Duel Poetry

The vanishing

kneeling

in the sands

he waits

for

a drop of time

but found only

the dry bones

of yesterday

no future

no present

only

minute by

finished minute

of past moments

the bones

begin to cry

dry tears

empty of life

and true feelings

another masquerade

for god to see

or was it god

that took tomorrow

noticing people

don’t seem to care

about the future

by Charlie Martin & River Urke

This is the seventh poem Charlie/slpmartin and I have wrote together with Duel Poetry.   

Duel Poetry:  a prearranged poetry writing challenge  between two people to evolve a new poem where each writer must respond to the other writer’s lines  (4 -5 ) until both parties agree that the poem is complete.

photo by Charlie Martin- "hourglass"

Lost Adrift

This is my first Shakespearean sonnet. I have learned why so many fear them. They are difficult and a challenge to write. There are many styles of sonnets and I chose the Shakespearean to begin my endeavors with this form. rules: 14 lines, 10 syllables each, iambic meter, and a rhyming scheme off abab, cdcd, efef, gg.

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