Skip to main content

Doors poem: A Readers thoughts By Mariah Pompa


A smattering of words is all it seems and its all consuming,
Taking minutes of my day, hours really, and I don't even notice,
I'm happy to lose time and travel to another universe if it means keeping up,

These new people, these new places,
I can't wait to see it all,

This is my spyglass to view another writers world because that's what it is,
A universe between two covers that I return to now and then,

Some are so painfully predictable you
                                                         have to
                                                                  set it
                                                                        down
                                                                               because its lost its wonder...

Others, dear goddess, others are enough to make me hungry for more,
More plot, more people, more worlds,

More words,

Let me at these creations of mass distraction and let them sweep me away,
You'll find no struggle with me,
I'll go where the pages take me.









Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Origin of shadows myth by Mariah Pompa

Mariah Pompa World mythology 4/15/17 Origin of Shadows There was Darkness and Darkness alone, no beginning and no end. It was just one entity, whole and at peace. It wanted to expand, it wanted to create. With a reach beyond all it formed what would be Moons, planets, and asteroid belts. It wanted to go further, to create something more than rock. Reaching further it touched one of its creations and in darkness it formed the rough bark of trees, dappled the coolness of water, and created the first exhale of wind. This new creation would be Earth and Darkness loved it. Hearing the water rushing in the streams, the leaves fluttering in the wind, and the subtle turn as it spun. It could feel all of its creations but it could not see them. So Light was born. A flash so bright it startled Darkness and it lost part of itself. That part fled to Earth, trying to hide from the Light. It divided and divided until it could hide under the trees. By now it was no lon...
Post a Comment
Read more

New teeth by mariah pompa

Mariah Pompa Brit.lit 5/17 /17 New Teeth It was uncomfortable and costly as all things are when living with other people, even people he knew. Samad was stuck between ruling his side of the house and playing the polite guest. It was so confusing but this was their arrangement and his pride would not let him call it anything else. He had been dealt a bad hand. Alsana had warned him but it was hard to think with her constant snapping. He had to uphold the family, keep a roof over their head, and food on the table. He was a man as it was his place to lead them but even in that he had failed. Pressed for money he argued with his cousin only to be told again “I can’t show favoritism Samad you know that” and he wouldn’t go to Alsana’s relatives the yammering chickens the lot of them. If they spent half as much time doing their duty to the family as they did gossiping then the Begum family would be prosperous, they might even have more children! Shaking his head, Samad ...
Post a Comment
Read more

Elephant Poem by maruah pompa

Mariah Pompa Elephant in the room This conversation isn’t happening, Words won’t come out, Anxiety all around it seems, Just speak, Say anything, But no, Something is in the way, Pride maybe? Fear? No, anxiety all the way, I feel like I can’t move, Breathing is impossible with all this angst, You can’t just say it? Always holding back, We’re running out of time, This conversations doomed, All because of the elephant in the room.
Post a Comment
Read more