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The Golden Tear
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poem or Short Story
Hello everyone. This is called The Golden Tear because I want you to take me there. Where? That part of you that I will stop and feel caught up in the emotion.
This competition was created to showcase talent like yours in Hypo Frost Magazine. The second issue will be out in July. You will be contacted by me to be in the second edition. This is a spring/summer vibe. If you want to know more, feel free to reach out to me. You own your rights to your work.
Now, what are the requirements for this Competition?
1) Love, loss, romance, regret
2) Any style poetry
3) Short story (Please no more than 1,250 words).
This is my last competition here. It has been an honor to read and talk with you.
Good Luck
Some berries and a giraffe's kiss
Let me take you to a divine place
where strawberries blush and interlace.
In the heart of the savannah they bloom
soft whispers of life in nature’s room.
The rain falls warm, like a lover's sigh.
A tender caress from a generous sky.
Its drops linger embracing the earth
feeding the fields where beauty finds birth.
The light, so cool, shimmers and plays,
casting shadows in intricate arrays.
A gentle balm to the heat’s embrace
illuminating dreams in this secret space.
Feel the pulse of the land, its steady beat,
The rhythm of life beneath your feet.
Savannah winds weave stories untold
of ancient spirits and hearts made bold.
Walk with me through ruby red rows.
Where the sweetness of fruit eternally flows.
Taste their essence in the sun’s delight.
A fusion of day and the mysteries of night.
The horizon stretches endless and wide.
A golden stage where worlds collide.
Here, earth and sky find harmony’s tune.
A song of strawberries under the moon.
Let us linger where the rain is kind
and light speaks softly to hearts aligned.
In the savannah’s cradle life unfurls
a treasure of strawberries and endless pearls.
Forever bound to this haven’s grace
where warmth and coolness share embrace.
Oh, strawberry fields' a love’s retreat
in the arms of the savannah so soft and sweet.
Written by PAR
(PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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"The Sea's Silent Symphony"
The sun, a molten gold coin, shimmered on the surface of the Coral Triangle, a vast, pulsating heart of the ocean. Spring’s gentle warmth had coaxed a symphony of life from the depths. Coral polyps, tiny architects of the sea, unfurled their delicate tentacles, capturing the sun-kissed plankton that drifted on the currents. Clownfish, their vibrant orange stripes flashing like jewels, darted amongst the anemones, their symbiotic dance a testament to the intricate balance of this underwater Eden.
A mother humpback whale, her massive form a gentle giant, guided her calf through the turquoise waters. Their song, a haunting melody that echoed through the depths, spoke of ancient migrations, of sun-drenched breeding grounds, and the boundless freedom of the open ocean. They navigated by the sun and stars, their internal compass a marvel of nature, a testament to the millennia they had roamed these vast expanses.
A school of manta rays, their wings like silken sails, glided through the water column, their graceful movements a ballet of the deep. They filtered plankton through their gill rakers, their mouths agape, their bodies twisting and turning in a mesmerizing dance. They were creatures of the open ocean, nomads of the blue, their lives dictated by the rhythm of the currents and the abundance of food.
But beneath this idyllic facade, a shadow lurked, a darkness that crept into the heart of their world. The plastic, a ghostly shroud, drifted on the currents, mimicking the forms of their prey. Sea turtles, their ancient eyes clouded with confusion, mistook plastic bags for jellyfish, their delicate systems choked by the synthetic invaders.
The oil, a dark, viscous stain, spread across the surface, suffocating the coral reefs, coating the feathers of seabirds, and poisoning the delicate balance of the ecosystem. The whales, their songs distorted by the rumble of seismic testing, became disoriented, their migration routes disrupted, their calves weakened by the toxins that seeped into their milk.
The fishing nets, vast and indiscriminate, ensnared dolphins, their intelligent eyes filled with terror as they struggled for air, their cries lost in the vastness of the ocean. The sharks, their apex predator status rendered meaningless by the relentless pursuit of their fins, were reduced to shadows, their populations decimated, their vital role in the ecosystem lost.
The coral reefs, once vibrant cities of life, bleached and withered, their vibrant colors fading into ghostly white, a silent testament to the rising temperatures and the acidification of the ocean. The fish, their homes destroyed, their breeding grounds barren, struggled to survive, their populations dwindling, their songs fading into a mournful silence.
The regrets of the ocean creatures were not spoken in human words, but etched in the silent suffering of their eyes, in the labored breaths of a dying dolphin, in the ghostly silence of a bleached coral reef. They were regrets for a world they had known, a world of vibrant life and boundless freedom, a world that was being stolen from them by the careless actions of humanity.
Yet, even in the face of this devastation, a spark of hope remained. The sea turtles, their shells scarred but their spirits unbroken, continued to lay their eggs on the beaches, their ancient instinct driving them forward. The whales, their songs filled with a mournful beauty, continued their migrations, their resilience a testament to the enduring power of life.
The coral reefs, though battered and bruised, began to show signs of recovery, their tiny polyps clinging to life, rebuilding their shattered cities. The fish, their numbers diminished but their spirits unbroken, continued to spawn, their offspring a testament to the enduring power of life.
The ocean, a vast and resilient force, continued to pulse with life, a testament to the enduring power of nature. It was a call to action, a plea for humanity to awaken from its slumber, to recognize the beauty and fragility of the ocean, and to embrace a future where humans and sea creatures could coexist in harmony. It was a reminder that even in the face of despair, hope could bloom, and that the beauty of the ocean, though wounded, could still inspire awe and wonder.
A mother humpback whale, her massive form a gentle giant, guided her calf through the turquoise waters. Their song, a haunting melody that echoed through the depths, spoke of ancient migrations, of sun-drenched breeding grounds, and the boundless freedom of the open ocean. They navigated by the sun and stars, their internal compass a marvel of nature, a testament to the millennia they had roamed these vast expanses.
A school of manta rays, their wings like silken sails, glided through the water column, their graceful movements a ballet of the deep. They filtered plankton through their gill rakers, their mouths agape, their bodies twisting and turning in a mesmerizing dance. They were creatures of the open ocean, nomads of the blue, their lives dictated by the rhythm of the currents and the abundance of food.
But beneath this idyllic facade, a shadow lurked, a darkness that crept into the heart of their world. The plastic, a ghostly shroud, drifted on the currents, mimicking the forms of their prey. Sea turtles, their ancient eyes clouded with confusion, mistook plastic bags for jellyfish, their delicate systems choked by the synthetic invaders.
The oil, a dark, viscous stain, spread across the surface, suffocating the coral reefs, coating the feathers of seabirds, and poisoning the delicate balance of the ecosystem. The whales, their songs distorted by the rumble of seismic testing, became disoriented, their migration routes disrupted, their calves weakened by the toxins that seeped into their milk.
The fishing nets, vast and indiscriminate, ensnared dolphins, their intelligent eyes filled with terror as they struggled for air, their cries lost in the vastness of the ocean. The sharks, their apex predator status rendered meaningless by the relentless pursuit of their fins, were reduced to shadows, their populations decimated, their vital role in the ecosystem lost.
The coral reefs, once vibrant cities of life, bleached and withered, their vibrant colors fading into ghostly white, a silent testament to the rising temperatures and the acidification of the ocean. The fish, their homes destroyed, their breeding grounds barren, struggled to survive, their populations dwindling, their songs fading into a mournful silence.
The regrets of the ocean creatures were not spoken in human words, but etched in the silent suffering of their eyes, in the labored breaths of a dying dolphin, in the ghostly silence of a bleached coral reef. They were regrets for a world they had known, a world of vibrant life and boundless freedom, a world that was being stolen from them by the careless actions of humanity.
Yet, even in the face of this devastation, a spark of hope remained. The sea turtles, their shells scarred but their spirits unbroken, continued to lay their eggs on the beaches, their ancient instinct driving them forward. The whales, their songs filled with a mournful beauty, continued their migrations, their resilience a testament to the enduring power of life.
The coral reefs, though battered and bruised, began to show signs of recovery, their tiny polyps clinging to life, rebuilding their shattered cities. The fish, their numbers diminished but their spirits unbroken, continued to spawn, their offspring a testament to the enduring power of life.
The ocean, a vast and resilient force, continued to pulse with life, a testament to the enduring power of nature. It was a call to action, a plea for humanity to awaken from its slumber, to recognize the beauty and fragility of the ocean, and to embrace a future where humans and sea creatures could coexist in harmony. It was a reminder that even in the face of despair, hope could bloom, and that the beauty of the ocean, though wounded, could still inspire awe and wonder.
Written by NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
(WRITER LYRICIST ARTIST)
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Nightmares in Nevada
"Nightmares in Nevada"
Can I escape nightmares in Nevada?
Screaming for any magik abracadabra
Snuck up behind me with subtle charms
Lying deeply within your sweltering arms
Your mouth equals smoldering passion
Nude bodies collide resistance crashing
Drunk on intoxicating mahogany orbs
Stoned in romance enslaved by thorns
Loneliness decays swallowed in sapphire
Charismatic disguise murdered my desire
Solitude wakens a raging wildfire off course
Severed vessel ruptured by centrifugal force
Buried beneath shadows settled in my core
Imprisoned by agony another closed door
Surrendered to love bleeding in cherry stain
Evening closes & permanent silence claims
Aborted life by love going down in flames
Dishonored violet heart Nevada is to blame
Danced beneath hanging sterling moonlight
Blooming underneath epilogue death sleight
You were the beat stalking body, mind & spirit
Lips carried destruction & Cupid can't repair it
Your taste lingers upon my memories forever
For eternity memorize this lonely cold cadaver
The Punk Poe…
Always Be Punk…
Always Be Drunk…
(On Poetry)
Written by PunkPoe
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Adolescents of Rome
a BDSM story, in verse
They were always together, best friends from the start
But, pubescence was ending their fun
The young lady, named Pia, was Noble at heart
And poor Felix, a Pleb’s youngest son
The Patrician, her father, knew time had run short
Her first menses, a mere inconvenience
But their friendship, he now would be forced to abort
Before puberty wakes the boy’s penis!
Pia, incensed by her sire’s command
That she show her friend Felix the door
Threw a tantrum on hearing her playmate was banned
And she spoke to her father no more
The Patrician was crushed by his daughter’s response
And she knew she could force him to cave
For Pia had learned how to get what she wants
She was spoiled, and a little depraved!
The girl played her father, who soon would relent
And let Felix come play, chaperoned
But he misunderstood what young Pia had meant—
She had asked if her friend could be owned!
The Patrician was proud of his shrewd Roman princess
Now starting to think like a queen!
To keep her best friend as a slave boy would make sense
If Felix’s papa agreed
The lad’s father, a shopkeeper, driven by greed
Accepted the Nobleman’s offer
And sold off poor Felix, the youngest of three
As the slave of the Nobleman’s daughter!
Poor Felix knew not, he had just been enslaved—
He thought he was joining their clan!
He had no idea his best friend was depraved—
And his future was now in her hands!
The first order of business: That Felix be ‘fixed’
Before puberty ran its full course
Upon hearing this, Pia’s reaction was mixed—
Then agreed, with no sign of remorse
She well understood the harsh ramification
Of what her rich father had bidden
That once a young man is condemned to castration
He'd not marry, nor sire any children!
So she led Felix out in their courtyard, to 'play'
And her friend tagged along, chaste, but stupid
She handed him over to servants that day
Their instructions, that Felix be neutered!
She watched as the servants stripped Felix stark naked
And tied him, legs spread, to a table
She watched as her playmate was swiftly castrated
So their friendship could be reenabled
If her father said Felix’s Balls had to go
What right, then, had she to complain?
She didn’t want Felix as husband or beau
Just a playmate to join her in games
This angered poor Felix, unaware of his fate
’Till the moment they emptied his Scrotum!
And he blamed his best friend, whom he started to hate
Now enslaved by her self-centered motive!
Pia was miffed at her friend’s piqued response
And she countered, “They’re only just Balls!”
And she watched with a blue-blood’s sincere nonchalance
As poor Felix fell prostrate and squalled
Pia asked that her friend’s testicles be preserved
Sealed in resin, on her necklace’s chain
And she teased eunuch Felix, “These Jewels, I deserve!
And it’s where they are going to remain!”
From that moment on she commanded her boy
When to jump, dance, or join her in games
No longer her friend, now her trained eunuch toy
And she caned Felix when he complained
As time passed, the poor eunuch accepted his lot
In the wealthy household of his ‘friend’
Through abuse and embarrassment, Pia soon taught
Him a Love that he can’t comprehend!
Pia grew into a sultry young woman
A lady that no Man could please
A haughty, demanding archetype of a Roman
By her eunuch’s cunnilingus appeased!
Her eunuch grew into a handsome young ‘man’
(If you saw him, you wouldn’t have known)
Whom Pia then ruled, with a cane in her hand
And her necklace, adorned with his Stones
Felix’s thoughts dwelled on “what might have been”
And Pia’s, on what she now owned!
His memories conjured a lone golden tear
For once fine Adolescents of Rome
The puppy love of his youth was now fully fleshed out
Felix worshipped his Dominant Queen
But, now lacking the Manhood to carry it out
He makes love to her only in dreams!
They were always together, best friends from the start
But, pubescence was ending their fun
The young lady, named Pia, was Noble at heart
And poor Felix, a Pleb’s youngest son
The Patrician, her father, knew time had run short
Her first menses, a mere inconvenience
But their friendship, he now would be forced to abort
Before puberty wakes the boy’s penis!
Pia, incensed by her sire’s command
That she show her friend Felix the door
Threw a tantrum on hearing her playmate was banned
And she spoke to her father no more
The Patrician was crushed by his daughter’s response
And she knew she could force him to cave
For Pia had learned how to get what she wants
She was spoiled, and a little depraved!
The girl played her father, who soon would relent
And let Felix come play, chaperoned
But he misunderstood what young Pia had meant—
She had asked if her friend could be owned!
The Patrician was proud of his shrewd Roman princess
Now starting to think like a queen!
To keep her best friend as a slave boy would make sense
If Felix’s papa agreed
The lad’s father, a shopkeeper, driven by greed
Accepted the Nobleman’s offer
And sold off poor Felix, the youngest of three
As the slave of the Nobleman’s daughter!
Poor Felix knew not, he had just been enslaved—
He thought he was joining their clan!
He had no idea his best friend was depraved—
And his future was now in her hands!
The first order of business: That Felix be ‘fixed’
Before puberty ran its full course
Upon hearing this, Pia’s reaction was mixed—
Then agreed, with no sign of remorse
She well understood the harsh ramification
Of what her rich father had bidden
That once a young man is condemned to castration
He'd not marry, nor sire any children!
So she led Felix out in their courtyard, to 'play'
And her friend tagged along, chaste, but stupid
She handed him over to servants that day
Their instructions, that Felix be neutered!
She watched as the servants stripped Felix stark naked
And tied him, legs spread, to a table
She watched as her playmate was swiftly castrated
So their friendship could be reenabled
If her father said Felix’s Balls had to go
What right, then, had she to complain?
She didn’t want Felix as husband or beau
Just a playmate to join her in games
This angered poor Felix, unaware of his fate
’Till the moment they emptied his Scrotum!
And he blamed his best friend, whom he started to hate
Now enslaved by her self-centered motive!
Pia was miffed at her friend’s piqued response
And she countered, “They’re only just Balls!”
And she watched with a blue-blood’s sincere nonchalance
As poor Felix fell prostrate and squalled
Pia asked that her friend’s testicles be preserved
Sealed in resin, on her necklace’s chain
And she teased eunuch Felix, “These Jewels, I deserve!
And it’s where they are going to remain!”
From that moment on she commanded her boy
When to jump, dance, or join her in games
No longer her friend, now her trained eunuch toy
And she caned Felix when he complained
As time passed, the poor eunuch accepted his lot
In the wealthy household of his ‘friend’
Through abuse and embarrassment, Pia soon taught
Him a Love that he can’t comprehend!
Pia grew into a sultry young woman
A lady that no Man could please
A haughty, demanding archetype of a Roman
By her eunuch’s cunnilingus appeased!
Her eunuch grew into a handsome young ‘man’
(If you saw him, you wouldn’t have known)
Whom Pia then ruled, with a cane in her hand
And her necklace, adorned with his Stones
Felix’s thoughts dwelled on “what might have been”
And Pia’s, on what she now owned!
His memories conjured a lone golden tear
For once fine Adolescents of Rome
The puppy love of his youth was now fully fleshed out
Felix worshipped his Dominant Queen
But, now lacking the Manhood to carry it out
He makes love to her only in dreams!
Written by ReggiePoet
(Reggie)
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Patterns
Reversible Stitch—There is some kind of beautiful in traditions and patterns mimicking time and space; the placidity of tranquility, stepping forward blindly. Relinquishing fears and ties governed solely by senses.
In the shadow of the fig tree I learned to whisper softly and the art of pouring tea; knees bent slightly barely revealing the blossoming curves, blushing tint unraveling the soft skein.
A drop of nectar from ripened figs drips on my braided midnight hair, missing a loop—
Back Stitch—I hear my father call my name stamping into the thick dishrag night sky, twisting the air of moisture. Children must be seen and not heard he tells me but I don’t dare to whisper smoothing the ruffled skirt, gaze on the floor—
Diamond Stitch— Ceramic tiles of black and white cool my bare feet, head in a cloud of winter storm, hair clinging at the nape of my neck like Ivy.
Ruby was a safe color but how I wished I could wear yellow; the color of sun-flowers and daisy he loves me, he loves me not, field of wheat on endless hazy summers, cold lemon-aid soothing scorching vowl-less words stuck in throat, the slight hue just before sunrise mellowing dark into light, photographs floating on a sea of memory—
Loop Stitch—He tells me it’s a sign of weakness and no child of his is a weakling. I reject all things yellow scrubbing off along with dead skin, the loofah shreds into pieces leaving my limbs raw red sub-merging my whole body under water:
one
two
three
Cross Stitch—Angles twist contorting the surface, colors melt into others while time stands still- in—
Buttonhole stitch—seams sewn of hollowed ribs sawn with seven failed blessings, upended from roots but fruit never falls far from the tree finding momentary comfort beneath the leaves spreading like—
Fishbone Stitch—he tells me he loves me but best liars never truly lie re-living version of truths in parallel worlds.
I bite my lips hard to drown his voice tasting of rusty nails, pushing my tongue through the eye without eyelid splitting in half: cold, compliant, absorbing the pain touching each knot rising on the surface.
Silent witnesses, coil on coil; an elusive narrative reducing touch to tone—
*knit one, purl one*
repeat from*
to end.
In the shadow of the fig tree I learned to whisper softly and the art of pouring tea; knees bent slightly barely revealing the blossoming curves, blushing tint unraveling the soft skein.
A drop of nectar from ripened figs drips on my braided midnight hair, missing a loop—
Back Stitch—I hear my father call my name stamping into the thick dishrag night sky, twisting the air of moisture. Children must be seen and not heard he tells me but I don’t dare to whisper smoothing the ruffled skirt, gaze on the floor—
Diamond Stitch— Ceramic tiles of black and white cool my bare feet, head in a cloud of winter storm, hair clinging at the nape of my neck like Ivy.
Ruby was a safe color but how I wished I could wear yellow; the color of sun-flowers and daisy he loves me, he loves me not, field of wheat on endless hazy summers, cold lemon-aid soothing scorching vowl-less words stuck in throat, the slight hue just before sunrise mellowing dark into light, photographs floating on a sea of memory—
Loop Stitch—He tells me it’s a sign of weakness and no child of his is a weakling. I reject all things yellow scrubbing off along with dead skin, the loofah shreds into pieces leaving my limbs raw red sub-merging my whole body under water:
one
two
three
Cross Stitch—Angles twist contorting the surface, colors melt into others while time stands still- in—
Buttonhole stitch—seams sewn of hollowed ribs sawn with seven failed blessings, upended from roots but fruit never falls far from the tree finding momentary comfort beneath the leaves spreading like—
Fishbone Stitch—he tells me he loves me but best liars never truly lie re-living version of truths in parallel worlds.
I bite my lips hard to drown his voice tasting of rusty nails, pushing my tongue through the eye without eyelid splitting in half: cold, compliant, absorbing the pain touching each knot rising on the surface.
Silent witnesses, coil on coil; an elusive narrative reducing touch to tone—
*knit one, purl one*
repeat from*
to end.
Written by Layla
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OhK
I never thought I’d see the day when I would agnise the depths of my desire.
Ingrained in every cell; the swell of emotion
ebbs and flows into each passing day
like the waves we’re all familiar with.
A calling card;
reminding me of the expectation of love,
the anticipation of hope,
and the abuse of obstinacy.
I learn from it everyday.
Paying respect and gratitude as tuition for the lesson called ‘life.’
Freshman year, every year.
Can’t complete the puzzle even when all of the pieces fit.
There is meaning in this.
Sometimes, I wish it wasn’t so.
But I can’t pursue it alone, so I won’t.
“If it can be realised, let it be so when the universe wants it”, is my escape.
But there is no escaping yourself.
You are the universe and it is you.
It has never felt like it wasn’t meant to be.
It has never been like it wasn’t supposed to.
Maybe one day it will manifest again.
Or perhaps fade like all beautiful, fleeting, moments.
You won’t catch me chasing something that doesn’t want to be caught.
You’ll see me walking the other way.
You’ll see my aura welcome it.
And you’ll see me turn around to embrace it with every fibre of my being.
But only if it wants the same things as I do.
If it doesn’t, that’s okay, too.
Ingrained in every cell; the swell of emotion
ebbs and flows into each passing day
like the waves we’re all familiar with.
A calling card;
reminding me of the expectation of love,
the anticipation of hope,
and the abuse of obstinacy.
I learn from it everyday.
Paying respect and gratitude as tuition for the lesson called ‘life.’
Freshman year, every year.
Can’t complete the puzzle even when all of the pieces fit.
There is meaning in this.
Sometimes, I wish it wasn’t so.
But I can’t pursue it alone, so I won’t.
“If it can be realised, let it be so when the universe wants it”, is my escape.
But there is no escaping yourself.
You are the universe and it is you.
It has never felt like it wasn’t meant to be.
It has never been like it wasn’t supposed to.
Maybe one day it will manifest again.
Or perhaps fade like all beautiful, fleeting, moments.
You won’t catch me chasing something that doesn’t want to be caught.
You’ll see me walking the other way.
You’ll see my aura welcome it.
And you’ll see me turn around to embrace it with every fibre of my being.
But only if it wants the same things as I do.
If it doesn’t, that’s okay, too.
Written by 13
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Stricken
I think of you often
for all the wrong reasons
and maybe a couple of right ones
the right ones that you discarded
because they felt insincere
have never stopped haunting me
if my obsession wasn't obvious
my affections should have at least
been spared your anxious pruning
the mortal fear of believing love
could bloom in the dankest of crevices
that, years of friendship could outlive
the conspiracy in your head, instead.
I was heart broken
truly felt like the knife couldn't go
any deeper even if i wanted it to
bad enough to make me celibate
good enough to keep me celibate
it only lasted as long as it had to
I was saved, but not for the sake of it
soon I found myself right where it ended
the words you left me with still ringing
like wedding bells in my head
coveting you, comforting you,
supporting you, scolding you,
being loved and then rejected, by you.
I am stricken thoroughly
I wish there was a way out of this
I don't deserve it and I should be mad
at you, at me, at the universe
but I long for it, for all of you
the madness and chaos you breed
masking intellect that supersedes
your crown of humility and modesty
I miss the voice of your words
and the strength they exude
the scars of your soul, your unrelenting drive
and everything I couldn't be, or hold.
for all the wrong reasons
and maybe a couple of right ones
the right ones that you discarded
because they felt insincere
have never stopped haunting me
if my obsession wasn't obvious
my affections should have at least
been spared your anxious pruning
the mortal fear of believing love
could bloom in the dankest of crevices
that, years of friendship could outlive
the conspiracy in your head, instead.
I was heart broken
truly felt like the knife couldn't go
any deeper even if i wanted it to
bad enough to make me celibate
good enough to keep me celibate
it only lasted as long as it had to
I was saved, but not for the sake of it
soon I found myself right where it ended
the words you left me with still ringing
like wedding bells in my head
coveting you, comforting you,
supporting you, scolding you,
being loved and then rejected, by you.
I am stricken thoroughly
I wish there was a way out of this
I don't deserve it and I should be mad
at you, at me, at the universe
but I long for it, for all of you
the madness and chaos you breed
masking intellect that supersedes
your crown of humility and modesty
I miss the voice of your words
and the strength they exude
the scars of your soul, your unrelenting drive
and everything I couldn't be, or hold.
Written by 13
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the metaphysics & politics of love doesn’t allow for any last verse in its cursed eternity
a precision plummeting
of an incisive something
your caramelized december suns
awaken my apocalyptical abyss
-cacti irises
b(l)oom black steadfast
forgetting it’s stained
self-infliction a while
something-
that streaming in chaos
imbibed as a fallen Oracle
bludgeoned to aortic strings
pulls out at ease
an uproarious Niagara
over the blurry cyanic moons
in your cratering absence
& an eruptive silence
births & dies & births & dies &...
unceasingly
the magmatic ripple,
“you never drew me in your magnetic fields
you never curled me in your cocooning holds
you never breathed me in your igniting inhale
you never fused me ever in your plasmic soul
you never shed pearls of our lurching seashell
you never…you never...”
you just have gotten petrified in fascistic dens
of your built phantasmagorical illusion
in lightyears away of ignorance
ignominiously churning out
parched skulls & sands & soul
from this rustic earth in flotation
to an eternity
of birth, full of deaths
Written by summultima
(uma)
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🔥mashaal मशाल🔥: burn the burn
fa l l e n nights
strain slowmuskenluscioscly into a trigger~swollen
bulbous stream of smooth-cutting laminars.. lasering tight
indigoish beams, serially trickling alchemical the golden
molten flamelets
मशाल (mashaal)!.. தீப்பிழம்பு~Thee Pizhambu ~the torch of flaming fire
swtiching on the autobeastly mode, our everovernightly torch
burns on . ...burn the burn.. in the sweatly secreting secretive hues
of, an accentuating darkly blanketing bluish mat.. that tears up
as slicing ultraviolet fluorescing flashlets
burn the b u r n, my
unputadownably unlockdownable reentrant matchstick newmoon
..combusting the skies in roaring groan, your bulk untamable Shiva-ic~dreadlock
bundle thickly drums in
சடாமுடி. (sadaamudi),
the smotherflow(er)ing cosmic fabric... lures in diamond-embed elastic
stretchiness spreads ...of incrementally abrasive (star)dusts in magneticious
spinning virilities ploying foreplaying preambles of our unitary trysts
அமாவாசை (amavasya) the newmoonish-eyed spell of seductions
erect hard my pithy purplish circling nipfleshy circumference, the undyingly twin
globe amaranth Gomphrena globosa wholesome mounds slip & slide ameobic ..to
surrender in breaststroke tectonics, those terribly aching feverish vibes.... desiccate
sudden, the loosened ligaments juggle in an overnight irony of retting electrocutions,
cracking bodily margin bleakly hangs in ..only
to cellularly~suffer an eternality...a deadly chronic consuming
intense romanterotic bouts of வலசை நோய் (valasai noi).. a
fragile frame from generous inner drifting vacuum
{of your uneyeing untouching sidelining, such gentlemanly~ censors
as the dreaded stigmatic periods of ignorance ....burns blackmagical
even the evergreen Neem tree..to a traumatic winter in self-arsonous
sooty canopies, as if irreversible...}
the overflowing brittle benthic ever-reminiscent mineral oceans
of your deposited salts ...are now summer-sucked to almost knee~thigh
craving succulent edible lengths..further thoroughly fucked in the roasted
hot bedding sands of your soaking burns
"deep-socketing eye cavities of this hammeringly fractured skeletal garden
...blooms as a dramatically muted, conspicuous white-rouged big-kohl eyed
perhaps a paradise bird.... & but echoing like the very auburned blacks of
"bottle-bird" the Greater Caucal… the contrasts thicken its presence"
சார மகத்துவ மஹிமை~ (saara mahathuva mahimai)~ the
glorifying essence in greatness
to the extent of…. excavating back the hibernating Nilgiris ~Blue Mountains
in the glaucous blue ribboned smothers of beady gumming knotted Eucalyptus
dreams... in the so- hazy dissolvingly lost nano-sharp running margins of the majestic
Ghats to the buzzing grainy aerosol skies in mergence with the obligately obstinate
fogginess blankets.. tightened as sludgy lungs in thick brown phlegm~ a pernicious
logjam drowning in a lethal refluxing cocktail of acidic biles & itchy irritating
particulate pollutants …all in a vain pain-swollen dark dungeoned throaty lumps
in random killer jumping episodic sliding avalanches... in further barricading
the glacial trancing pathways & facial patterning suns of golden complexions…
…
these. >>
>> delusional wintry numbing bitterness in its satanic swinging sways
exorcises by a solarizing January’s quantum photonic bumper harvest
crop.. that arrays in rays.. tear in the earthen atmos.. to linger in my teary ev
eye corner ...as mirrory milken to glassy mercury droplets, winged fluidic
'paramporul'~ the god particle ~atoms
in their unperturbed osmotic swims unto my oceanic plasmic core…
..in cosmic syncs to feel their opening portal gateways.. in n-flashing~
~slicing~ layering fluorescing ultraviolet planes in simultaneity
with staggeringly innumerous newness dimensions
cutting across to our One souleye in fusing forever..
the lost Lemurian Spirit resurfaces a turmeric yellow lighted dawning
~massive chunk of Olympic firing torch *mashaal* of our One Souleye
..in a Diwali (e)mergence >> between the sweat-embed dewdropfresh dusky
breasts of saltish sultry cleavage valleys.. & through each of the magnified
crisscrossing viscose cellular eye fenestrae<< they are in merging visions
as One magnificence.. from …opening up unconditionally, as if there
were never ever any marring threads in this fine-spun jockey-sweat tops
…as I bend deep on knees with head down in yogic asana's harmony ..towards
frosted 'hope-laden' window.. that amplifies sunrise as our fireball Nuclei
..the trickling straight pinnate rays as light-pencilling slants.. channels in
as dosing in 'silken route' isthumus that collide & coalesce each our
fuelling fusing magnetic eye~eye, i~i as unitary fiery rising free sparklets …
O N E
is the sacred
third eye, the
mantric fire
burn the b u r n
*mashaal *
of T H E centric
Love
https://youtu.be/7q659O5d9AM?feature=shared
(#YuvanShankarRaja 's 2005 tamil film score)
song.. further forever heats up the heat, this
Fire. Of Love....from the oozing Blue Nights & Its
condensing wholesome dewdrops...over
our Sky & Flesh, Eyes & Soul..
the first two verse of song lyrics translated:
" why does your dewdrop heats me up..
and, why doth my sun's molten from thus.."
Written by summultima
(uma)
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cry golden tears
The road it snaked thro trees so tall
when spring was lush with birdsong call
in dappled camoflage, a flitting form
a flash of grey was all I saw
in the misty dew of morn
The light it drew sillouettes of day
dawn with all its rays arayed
was it a mother and her foal?
that danced and sprang conveyed
in the springtimes stubborn cold
I wished that I could be so free
contained and chained, no liberty
of newborn heart, replace the old
with nature find sweet empathy
but age progresses uncontroled
And so I cry hard golden tears
for times its plus, now just arrears
just the slender hope in faith
the path beyond is never clear
preminition, reapear with nature graced
Written by slipalong
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Graduation Day
Breathing in springs aroma
While celebrating diplomas
A symphony of scents revealed
Alongside the football field
Sweet honeysuckle and lilacs
And a bed of hyacinths to relax
The celebration now underway
It's high school graduation day
Jessica approached center stage
The Valedictorian set to engage
Confident and without pause
To the sound of a roaring applause
"Today is quite an impressive day
Our hard work has gone a long way
I know everyone can relate
So now it's time to celebrate
Our future is full of opportunity
With support from friends and family We have gotten to where we are
Successful leaders and future stars
But just like storms that bring spring rain Life brings us heartache and pain
Late last year I lost my twin sister
She was my rock, I really do miss her
She was there for me, my inspiration
Mentoring me with endless conversation Opening my heart and my mind
Like the galaxy's brightest star she shined
So losing her left me empty
Full of darkness that tried to tempt me
But when storms pass, we are nourished Stronger than ever, ready to flourish Determination overcomes any obstacle And with hope anything is possible And it's this beautiful transformation That helps create our imagination
To chase our dreams, both yours and mine
Like the summer sun we'll always shine
And build our futures perfect and bright
Our endless possibilities begin tonight"
"And dad, I need you to please stand
I know life hasn't gone as planned
The last few years have been hard
Mom's passing left us both scarred Then late last year Sarah passed
I screamed at God and asked
Why couldn't it have just been me
I was alone, lost and angry
Full of hate, rage and heartache
I didn't know how much more I could take But your determination kept me focused Your strength and courage weren't unnoticed
So dad, thank you" she said with a sigh Tipping her cap to the bright blue sky "And Sarah" wiping her tears away
"This is also your graduation day"
While celebrating diplomas
A symphony of scents revealed
Alongside the football field
Sweet honeysuckle and lilacs
And a bed of hyacinths to relax
The celebration now underway
It's high school graduation day
Jessica approached center stage
The Valedictorian set to engage
Confident and without pause
To the sound of a roaring applause
"Today is quite an impressive day
Our hard work has gone a long way
I know everyone can relate
So now it's time to celebrate
Our future is full of opportunity
With support from friends and family We have gotten to where we are
Successful leaders and future stars
But just like storms that bring spring rain Life brings us heartache and pain
Late last year I lost my twin sister
She was my rock, I really do miss her
She was there for me, my inspiration
Mentoring me with endless conversation Opening my heart and my mind
Like the galaxy's brightest star she shined
So losing her left me empty
Full of darkness that tried to tempt me
But when storms pass, we are nourished Stronger than ever, ready to flourish Determination overcomes any obstacle And with hope anything is possible And it's this beautiful transformation That helps create our imagination
To chase our dreams, both yours and mine
Like the summer sun we'll always shine
And build our futures perfect and bright
Our endless possibilities begin tonight"
"And dad, I need you to please stand
I know life hasn't gone as planned
The last few years have been hard
Mom's passing left us both scarred Then late last year Sarah passed
I screamed at God and asked
Why couldn't it have just been me
I was alone, lost and angry
Full of hate, rage and heartache
I didn't know how much more I could take But your determination kept me focused Your strength and courage weren't unnoticed
So dad, thank you" she said with a sigh Tipping her cap to the bright blue sky "And Sarah" wiping her tears away
"This is also your graduation day"
Written by Mstrmnd1923
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