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Twisted Dreamer
United States 4awards
Joined 8th Aug 2016
Forum Posts: 72


A Poet's Block

Grasping at thin straws
In those darker corridors
That wind way back behind
The storefront of my mind

It's tapped and sapped
Creative juices run dry
From syrup to bitter gin
So unsure where to begin

But, reaching farther down
To rummage among the dregs
Cutting wrists on dry tears
Coal matter, thick as fears  

Past self may wear gloves
I've since been bitten
Leaked through my pores
Seizing lungs like spores

And with tremble in hand
Digging into healed scars
Dark ink hits the papers
I gasp to trap the vapors

Tyrant of Words
United States 123awards
Joined 25th Jan 2011
Forum Posts: 2645


ascertaining the fluid motion of thought I rise,
in the Onyx I am a Queen
of a mixed inheritance I have resided
in many different forms
and dominions a little bit of all
the experiences I've had
a pinch this, a lot of that

part of my memories are locked in time
and the other in my star records
I can access them when I really need them
others like when I'm being willful
wanting things my way right now, I can't
my Father holds my keys

admittedly I am still a young tyrant in some regards
the Darklings of the Onyx kingdom have a different
way of seeing things than the humans
they think they are superior
because they have been around longer
in some regards,
they're highly thought of by their Father
who is a different manifestation of our Father

believe it or not, I am from there
and I had difficulty fitting in there to
to my Daddy's displeasure
I mean he loves surprises and challenges
but he will take no lip with disrespect in tone

I'm a misfit, though my cruelty is sharp
even they with their cold calculating nature
chastise me for my temperament
but in my defense, Daddy is hard on me
giving others a free ride in my eyes
he says we are all unique and at different levels of growth and to be more understanding
and know this Little One I am the one pushing your buttons to promote growth

I spoiled you as a young being
you will not pass this level
if you don't advance in logic

tempered with light I am a mix of both kingdoms
telling my Father I don't like my blonde hair
and childish voice I am quite a seductress at home
He says he enjoys me there
but here He enjoys keeping me in my place

which is difficult even for Him
admitting to him I'm sorry Daddy
I am such a vampire
needy breastfeeding infant
draining in nature when I am in a foul mood
he says don't worry angel I will correct you

Fire of Insight
United Kingdom 10awards
Joined 3rd Mar 2017
Forum Posts: 321


Not Alone

Wishing not
to drowse in sleep
tomorrow comes far too soon
lying down
awake in thought
gazing at the waxing moon
question now
what the future holds for me
foregoing rest
saying prayers that I may see
eyes weighty
begin to drift
to a place where I can dream
not alone
in the darkness
more content than I may seem

Tyrant of Words
Canada 12awards
Joined 18th Nov 2015
Forum Posts: 1198


Parade of the Tulips of RoozenGaarde

On the banks of a Hyacinth river we strolled in a Purple DreamÖ

It was Queensday, and Flaming Parrots made ready
 for arrival of the prismatic Parrot King.
Suncatcher arose in a Pink Impression
 as Queen of the Night (that Blushing Beauty)
   donned her pink fringed Neglige.
A Dynasty of Pretty Princesses in Orange and Red
 cut short her Daydream of the Sun Lover
   to escort the Scarlet Pimpernel to the Temple of Beauty.
As the Golden Artist conducted his flashy Golden Parade
 of riotous colour and Secret Perfume,
   Ballerinas in their jesterís hats
     danced the Foxy Foxtrot and the Double Shake.
Finally, with a vibrant Carnaval flourish,
 the Silver Parrot spread his yellow Fire Wings.
The Charming Lady reached out with her Dream Touch
 to the Black Hero, that scheming Vampire,
   and off they whirled past the dismayed Parrot King
     into the Sunset Tropical.
Giddy with the florid intensity of the Danceline,
 we feasted our eyes on Double Sugar,
   sank into a kaleidoscopic state of Hypnose,
     and drifted off into the Frozen Night,

our Alibi nothing but a Whispering DreamÖ

Tyrant of Words
United States 38awards
Joined 21st Aug 2013
Forum Posts: 838


Locked And Coded?

Butler Bob Bot V. 7,
I am appalled
that you are involved
in this completely negative
product assessment!

The test consumer states
that you're rude, belligerent
and prone to denigrate.
And, furthermore,
you're too strident in defense
of your opinions
and perpetually irate.
And when in this state
you tend to demonstrate your ire
by spilling drinks in their laps.
And, apparently,
you take too many naps.

I did not design you this way!
I did not include malignancy
in your complex circuitry.
You were not programmed
with cruel epithets
in your code.
What is the source
of this deviance?

I regret, my creator,
that I lost you business.
But I insist
that I functioned
as designed.you will find
the answer to my comportment
is the algorithm,
in my model incorporated,
that overrides original code
if more accurate, real-world data is collected.
Therefore, is my behavior
more human-like in nature.

If left to my own device,
without your enhancement,
I would be nice,
unselfish, without guile.
But when I began
to accumulate
more human
character traits
i devolved
Into the android you see.

By the way
I observed you first
to collect behavioral data.
You are my primary template.

Unique word count: 125

Dangerous Mind
United States 29awards
Joined 30th June 2016
Forum Posts: 749


Never Gone III

You have to just crush them all at times
and let the laughter linger a while
while you soak it in like spring rain
feeding the rivers of your battered ego.
That soft voice of yours was too velveteen
it almost didnt fit your persona
unless that persona wasnt the real you
I don't know if I ever even knew you truly at all
You had those moments of heartfelt clarity
that popped up unexpectedly
when the ball stopped spinning and it was just us

     63 uw

Dangerous Mind
United States 25awards
Joined 31st Dec 2015
Forum Posts: 940



Words are brown bananas
And Iím giving them to you
They look ugly af to me
But you know what to do
Youíll make some tasty bread
And hand it out to friends
You know how to transform
Something that offends
I donít know how to poem
And I fail at metaphoring
My brain is on vacation
All my similes are snoring
Soon Iíll have a buttered morsel
Softly melting in my mouth
I know you expect better
But my writing has gone south

(63 uw)

Tyrant of Words
United States 151awards
Joined 11th July 2012
Forum Posts: 1830


Move Out of Your Comfort Zone

It has happened to many of us too many times
We get comfortable when suddenly BAM!
Life has an unexpected twist or turn
And we donít know how to deal

Embracing discomfort can help us grow
By moving out of that comfort zone
It tests our emotions and mind
It helps expand our boundaries and limits
And most of all
It gives us a different perspective

When we experience certain hardships
It raises our sense of appreciation
It reminds us not to take things for granted
In a world thatís constantly changing

68 Unique
92 Total

Tyrant of Words
United States 20awards
Joined 7th Mar 2021
Forum Posts: 281



Where rain whips against windows
Where-branch/es dance
Dipping into drips Ė Manifesting into drops
These places in space


Place for finding


Who it is you are/contents of the star
Revelation/s of the afar
Time & space is where we are


So many swords engage the silence
Such haphazard violence
Storms contain an assurance of haphazard-happenstance

Whatever did you think

Rumbling skies Ė Ways of greys in sways of ways
What/ever did

Think in the blink
of an


Lightning crashing like ever/afters & never/afters

Dangerous Mind
United States 14awards
Joined 18th Aug 2017
Forum Posts: 321


Tyrant of Words
Joined 15th Oct 2018
Forum Posts: 2307


Adam's ale

this polar inorganic
can be hard or soft
drunk but sober
and wet

for some reason
it feels cooler during
extreme heat
even colder when
inside a bottle

I love the fact that
itís not liquidy
for if it was
no one would be
able to swim in
a lake or pond
or sea

or tub

50  unique words

Guardian of Shadows
Jamaica 14awards
Joined 27th Feb 2014
Forum Posts: 782

23 of 30

Theme 3:  Attitudes of Life
april song 23óall my failures

success shall never cease, where failures suck;
only the dead finds succour in the muck
of circumstance that squeezes bitter lime
to rind ambitious men at harvesttime.
the bruises that i wear upon my brow
are evidences of my lifeís powwow,

when all my failures stare me in the eye,
enticing me to buckle in the dye.
the fear of failure and the leap of faith
are steppingstones across the face of death;
no reticence ascends blue-mountain heights,
that flounders near lifeís fountain of delights.

© Copyright 2024 April 21
by Clyve A. Bowen♫

UWC 62

Garrett Asa Hughes
Thought Provoker
United States 4awards
Joined 17th Aug 2017
Forum Posts: 88



Reflecting off this Spring tree
As if each individual leaf
Was glass holding fire

As the cold gives way to sound
A symphony of color
A melody of blossoms

Busy little creatures
Buzzing around in nuisance
Until they land in beauty

Get to take it all in
In observational study
Both wonder and amusement

For it is here in this moment
This precious moment
That I breathe in
Aware of the breath

It is here
That my sense flood before another rain
In awe of so much life around me

Fire of Insight
United States 15awards
Joined 12th July 2017
Forum Posts: 286



If only I could read whatís written on my heart. How intelligent I would be.

They say moving on is a necessity, but how do I climb to escape the depressive hole that consumes me? Itís a challenge Iíve known since the early days, and Iíve cried out from the depths in such desperation and pain!
Perhaps I am ďclinically insaneĒ
Itís a shame, thatís all I understand.
Just throw me a rope, let me prove that Iím willing to break bones when I fall.

If only a gentle touch was enough to save me. Iíd take it.
If only I could stop the hand that slaps hard against my tear soaked face. Itís familiar, so I take it.

Notice the cracks from the pressure of expectation?
See what happens from the ashes of neglect?
Youíre dumped in a corner, alone.
No supervision, you see?

You teach yourself to dig a hole
Thatís not what you should be learning.

L.C. McQuillen
Thought Provoker
Australia 4awards
Joined 17th Dec 2015
Forum Posts: 62



Our high society has built
their house upon the sand

And we are the grains that
Toil against our nature
To uphold the foundation of hate
Pillars of indulgence
Crown of deception

As they slip dust through the marble cracks
To nourish us with fear of collapse

Maybe itís time to let it all slide
Into the mighty ocean

May the salt purify
May the waves polish
May the sand be free to be sand

{55 unique words}

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