Official DUP NaPo/GloProWrimo 2018
Falling
This feels like a trap:
The tight coiling of
every muscle,
the will to say no
lost on my tongue.
You are exactly
as I imagined.
Every previous touch on my skin,
forgotten in a rush of
new memory making,
replaced with
Southern Hemisphere stars
and sunrises
and your dancing,
green eyes.
This is a trap
and I know it.
******
3 of 30....and my word count is just by the skin of my teeth!
This feels like a trap:
The tight coiling of
every muscle,
the will to say no
lost on my tongue.
You are exactly
as I imagined.
Every previous touch on my skin,
forgotten in a rush of
new memory making,
replaced with
Southern Hemisphere stars
and sunrises
and your dancing,
green eyes.
This is a trap
and I know it.
******
3 of 30....and my word count is just by the skin of my teeth!
You're so ruthless and savage and fucking free..
3/30
Reckless.
You can't decipher the ugly truth
in your words
or even begin to understand
how easily I can manipulate
them into existence.
Like murder.
Like liquid hydrogen
crystalizing around rigid helium.
I am the
black blotched finger paintings
dripping down midnights blue.
The patient scaple sterilized
in controversial veins
and pulsing in rhythm
to the sound of
gods flesh
dragged beneath brittle teeth.
I amputate the passion
from apocalyptic bones
and scream for the escape
in adrenaline fed nights.
I will crack
the very sediment of fragile minds
and force myself inside
like anxious fingers;
like unforgiving promises.
Follow me and I will give you sanctuary.
I will let you taste
my chaos
and stimulate the earthquake
rippling sweet release
from the very core
of my soul.
You will know my secrets.
You will share
the claustrophobia in my heart
and the insanity
of my desperation.
You will erupt and beg for freedom
in the same fashion
I seduce it's ruthless savagery.
3/30
Reckless.
You can't decipher the ugly truth
in your words
or even begin to understand
how easily I can manipulate
them into existence.
Like murder.
Like liquid hydrogen
crystalizing around rigid helium.
I am the
black blotched finger paintings
dripping down midnights blue.
The patient scaple sterilized
in controversial veins
and pulsing in rhythm
to the sound of
gods flesh
dragged beneath brittle teeth.
I amputate the passion
from apocalyptic bones
and scream for the escape
in adrenaline fed nights.
I will crack
the very sediment of fragile minds
and force myself inside
like anxious fingers;
like unforgiving promises.
Follow me and I will give you sanctuary.
I will let you taste
my chaos
and stimulate the earthquake
rippling sweet release
from the very core
of my soul.
You will know my secrets.
You will share
the claustrophobia in my heart
and the insanity
of my desperation.
You will erupt and beg for freedom
in the same fashion
I seduce it's ruthless savagery.
Call It What You Will.
As they pack the truck
full of
blondes
with green eyes
and an estimated
birth age of less
than 10 years old
They pack them like
sheep;
just upright
(They fit more in the truck that way)
squashed right up against
each other
The covered ones
have no fabric
left
in the ripped
make shift clothing
Then
the old
grey
disgusting
fuck of a man
whistles
The engine starts
In the noise
the sounds
of gates clanging shut
locks being
shackled
A scream
A whimper
A God Damn cry
The next whistle
from the suite
with a fucking cigar
hanging from the side
of his Cheshire smile
God alone knows
where that fucking truck
is headed
But the suit
is counting cash
and
calling for brunettes
At least the fucking abattoir
knows
where
the sheep go
Entry 4
Letters to Society, God
& The Goddess
GloPoWriMo 2018
April 4th
Anonymous
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The Prompt Comp is for the NaPo prompts only.
RevolutionAL said:A note (Not an Edit) on my Entry 4. Child trafficking is a global problem that has reached ridiculous proportion. This piece was written to illustrate the pathetic nature of the societal mess.
Duly noted.
The Prompt Comp is for the NaPo prompts only.
RevolutionAL said:A note (Not an Edit) on my Entry 4. Child trafficking is a global problem that has reached ridiculous proportion. This piece was written to illustrate the pathetic nature of the societal mess.
Duly noted.
4/30
THE THESIS OF ME — INSATIABLE
The sweetest sin is not the diet of lust,
But the consumption beyond hunger;
Needing what I don't need, possessing —
Excessively, more than what I could take.
Depriving chances for others; uneven fraction,
Caste oriented and inverted counterparts,
Where the few own more and the many
Had almost none, killing commonality —
Squashing equality, the physical manifestation,
of greed and famished, I still am guilty as others.
Blessed be the pig that I am,
Until kingdom comes to roast my soul
With my very own fat, unburned.
And who would sell me a diet pill?
©MGL2018
THE THESIS OF ME — INSATIABLE
The sweetest sin is not the diet of lust,
But the consumption beyond hunger;
Needing what I don't need, possessing —
Excessively, more than what I could take.
Depriving chances for others; uneven fraction,
Caste oriented and inverted counterparts,
Where the few own more and the many
Had almost none, killing commonality —
Squashing equality, the physical manifestation,
of greed and famished, I still am guilty as others.
Blessed be the pig that I am,
Until kingdom comes to roast my soul
With my very own fat, unburned.
And who would sell me a diet pill?
©MGL2018
Entre vous et moi *4/30
Between you and me —
I much prefer
A naked space between,
Don’t you?
The air to circulate
Amongst the flesh
Mon cher,
Accommodating
Everything we touch
And do.
And when it comes the
Time to close in tight,
Mon dieu,
The pleasantries
Agreeable to form
Insist.
Will it begin to
Open other space
To fill,
To languor leisurely
In damp and flow,
To slip.
And so will come
Another phase of sex
And us —
The aromatic arts
Of hidden depth
Explore,
Inhaling all the
Vapors humors draw
From one.
To stimulate the body
With liqueur
To sip,
To open spaces wide
To rest and breathe
La nuit.
Mon cher = My dear
Mon dieu = My God
La nuit = The night
Copyright©️Jade Pandora 2018. All Rights Reserved.
*NaPo/GloPoWriMo 2018
Anatomy of Loss
II.
Tears, Dead Sea scrolls
forming endless salt pillars --
bitter purge, emotionally mundane
stark perception of illusion
Lower vibration, confusion
encased in human condition;
adorned misunderstanding
layered as seasonal clothing
Pudgy at birth, we unravel
rolled skin for paper-thinned age
spotty, bruised, torn remnants;
Time, a long departed visitor
Our constrictive flesh, self-created
star of solar plexus turned super nova
splintering our remnant dust
back into the Universe
Death: A morse-coded language of was
turned burning constellation of Us
charting birth all over again: Life
4/30
II.
Tears, Dead Sea scrolls
forming endless salt pillars --
bitter purge, emotionally mundane
stark perception of illusion
Lower vibration, confusion
encased in human condition;
adorned misunderstanding
layered as seasonal clothing
Pudgy at birth, we unravel
rolled skin for paper-thinned age
spotty, bruised, torn remnants;
Time, a long departed visitor
Our constrictive flesh, self-created
star of solar plexus turned super nova
splintering our remnant dust
back into the Universe
Death: A morse-coded language of was
turned burning constellation of Us
charting birth all over again: Life
4/30
4/30
Lovely Luna
Lovely Luna is by my side
her last name is not known
a simple guess would do the trick
bring the answer to your lips
satellite I’ve found at last
now we circle as if one
taking turns to shine bright
while the other bids their time
perhaps you’ve seen her countenance
her presentation surpasses mine
when the mirror gives its nod
in her direction the gaze is blessed
you’d imagine she’s quite fair
golden hair and yellow dress
reality is far more dark
an emo vibe is prevalent
acquaintance made in twilight years
identified by her name
it’s a match with one more true
time will tell who will prevail
the best example of my life
beyond the walls I’ve lived behind
this encounter is surely blessed
when lovely Luna is by my side.
Lovely Luna
Lovely Luna is by my side
her last name is not known
a simple guess would do the trick
bring the answer to your lips
satellite I’ve found at last
now we circle as if one
taking turns to shine bright
while the other bids their time
perhaps you’ve seen her countenance
her presentation surpasses mine
when the mirror gives its nod
in her direction the gaze is blessed
you’d imagine she’s quite fair
golden hair and yellow dress
reality is far more dark
an emo vibe is prevalent
acquaintance made in twilight years
identified by her name
it’s a match with one more true
time will tell who will prevail
the best example of my life
beyond the walls I’ve lived behind
this encounter is surely blessed
when lovely Luna is by my side.
And then there were 24!
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Not making muffins
4/30
I tried my hardest to get out today,
Held my anxiety at bay,
got library books together, despite the weather,
And found some money around the house to pay excess charge.
I fueled Fern through a full change into waterproof suit
and boots,
Took the keys, packed the rucksack, went out back,
down to bike, unlocked gate so taking bike out would be easier.
Back at the shed I unlocked my partner's bike from mine
whilst holding her, and it is going fine,
Lifted both helmets to outside the gate so she wasn't having to wait
by carrying everything at once, pulled the bike out to realise back wheel wouldn't go. Second lock.
I couldn't put her down as swing was wet, everything was wet,
and I am starting to panic, as you could bet
Now none of keys work on back tyre, my head is on fire,
I lock the gate, throw the helmets back in, lock the shed, my bike laying in mud, in rain
I feel utterly defeated by life,
I have retreated.
I only tried to take books back and do some shopping, fill my rucksack,
have a nice time with her, I only tried. Instead, I'm on the sofa, dreaming of muffins.
4/30
I tried my hardest to get out today,
Held my anxiety at bay,
got library books together, despite the weather,
And found some money around the house to pay excess charge.
I fueled Fern through a full change into waterproof suit
and boots,
Took the keys, packed the rucksack, went out back,
down to bike, unlocked gate so taking bike out would be easier.
Back at the shed I unlocked my partner's bike from mine
whilst holding her, and it is going fine,
Lifted both helmets to outside the gate so she wasn't having to wait
by carrying everything at once, pulled the bike out to realise back wheel wouldn't go. Second lock.
I couldn't put her down as swing was wet, everything was wet,
and I am starting to panic, as you could bet
Now none of keys work on back tyre, my head is on fire,
I lock the gate, throw the helmets back in, lock the shed, my bike laying in mud, in rain
I feel utterly defeated by life,
I have retreated.
I only tried to take books back and do some shopping, fill my rucksack,
have a nice time with her, I only tried. Instead, I'm on the sofa, dreaming of muffins.
A Shackled Birth
Feel free to explore
This bottomless well
Grip fast to the flagstone walls
letting us in
Shimmy down the sub-terra cavern
as the god's peering light
Dims faintly in these
forsaken tombs
The only sight , that there will to be
Are the stretched out limbs
Gripping the void so tightly
Like a archetype
Of your terror's guise
Beckoning the phantom flight
And the succubine
with her siren call
Greeting us to the river
Where her old blood flows
Through the ancient veins
Of earth's reality
Bringing shape and form
To what does not exist
But merely dwells
In the dark confines
Of rustic satellite data ,
Fallen to this specks great pull
From the graveyard shift
To those murder fields
We've written pasts
In their resting place
Just a drop of life
From a needle prick
Landing softly there
We watch the spirits feast
On this symbol of sympathy
Don't waver now
There's no turning back
We've reached the cusp
Of orders grip
This is where chaos reigns
With a static fist
Over mortal fear
And ageless death
4/30
Feel free to explore
This bottomless well
Grip fast to the flagstone walls
letting us in
Shimmy down the sub-terra cavern
as the god's peering light
Dims faintly in these
forsaken tombs
The only sight , that there will to be
Are the stretched out limbs
Gripping the void so tightly
Like a archetype
Of your terror's guise
Beckoning the phantom flight
And the succubine
with her siren call
Greeting us to the river
Where her old blood flows
Through the ancient veins
Of earth's reality
Bringing shape and form
To what does not exist
But merely dwells
In the dark confines
Of rustic satellite data ,
Fallen to this specks great pull
From the graveyard shift
To those murder fields
We've written pasts
In their resting place
Just a drop of life
From a needle prick
Landing softly there
We watch the spirits feast
On this symbol of sympathy
Don't waver now
There's no turning back
We've reached the cusp
Of orders grip
This is where chaos reigns
With a static fist
Over mortal fear
And ageless death
4/30
