Life of a day

An entry a poet.
Minimum 175 words.
With suitable title and endings.
Must be filled with metaphors of life to show maturity.

Thanks.

missed it

[ everything will Turn Up Right /b]

        I Would Fight For My Life            
   I Would Hunt That One Person Down
         With More Prove Then They Know .
              I Will Stock Them Like A Night Shadow
                 I Would Spy On Them While They Walked
                      I Would Get My identity Back!
                           I Will Not Let them win

[b]By: Harley xoxoxoxoox

To Live a Day

A bestowed happiness
fluttered upon the wings of angels
Falling amongst me

To prove worthy of a day
A day spent by me

So I begin.

Soft grass ruffles my finger tips
A pair of black shoes beside my head
Bright, the sun is, whilst among me.
Ultraviolet rays twinkle.

The sidewalks, busy
Clustered.
Alike Moses, I depart the crowd
As I run through
My mind does not coexist with
A Destination.

As blue fades to purple,
pink,
Shades of colours, given
To a newborn baby girl
Fore I as well, am newborn.

A day spent as a newborn
I walk back to the grass
I feel the flutter of the blades
Push around the
Cracks in the surface of
My skin.

So close are the bones to the skin.
So close is the heavens to the Earth.
So close is one day to the heavens.

Playing in the Rain.

The minute the rain hits the pavement,
I found entertainment,
Look out the window like 'Ah shit',
Witness me strip down to my draws
cannonball into this water reservoir,
It's hard to stay dry so I get soaking wet,
I needed this to keep my emotions in check,
I guess I will keep floating till I forget,
That before i was in over my head,
So I keep my baggage on land,
As I watch each wave break upon the sand,
I feel no pain as the droplets of rain drain from my hands,
I embrace nature's message as I stand,
in and endless expanse of water dancing,  
I am amazed... what are the chances,
Nature pressed play and I am in a damn trance like dream,
where i am jumping in streams and making a splash,
after I open all of the taps I can finally relax
but in a flash like lightening blasting it will pass,
so I leave my freighting actions back in the past,
i find peace at least as this moment lasts,
but really, how did you expect me to react?
I make my own path and quit following the script,
meditate to awake inner bliss,
high tide is great i love to swim,
bad vibes levitate gone with the wind,
my mission is to be my own best friend,
through a new vision i may transcend material ends,
i said it before so I'll say it again
happiness comes from within,
never dismiss what is inside your skin,
we just may persist through all the bullshit that this life gives,
trials and tribulations make the mind fit,
so I commit to transmit experiences,
in hopes it just assists just one of those kids,
who are scared of the world that they are living in,
Till they witness people playing in the rain,
strange what it takes to wash out the stains-
in an environment that shapes our brains,
don't complain just embrace the rain,
forfeit the shame and give it a page,
absorb the pain we coming of age,
remain at the top of the game as the clouds fade away,
how could rain change everything..
..if only for a day.

NEEDLES OF GLASS

Needles of glass, their never-ending
rage; a ghost fire, spreading

the slow burn that licks at my
calves, that makes my toes seize

and my fingers buzz, fighting the
hollow numbness that encroaches,

harbingers of the saccharine drip,
crystallizing synapses

eroding the perception of sight and
thought that drowns in a single depth

the ebbing of low tide on a beach of
finest silt, unable to support

anything heavier than the sea salt
that weeps from my nostrils,

a cycle, a cyst; moon phases
extolling their revelation,

a parasitic resolve,
reading a muted fortune

as seen through the uncorrupted
facets of a perfect diamond

that never realizes its own
appreciation, only the inevitable,

unable to grant that
this too shall pass,

when I will be reduced to crawling
through needles of glass,

never mind that tomorrow
is my last, should it actually be,

I've lived every day that way,
not waiting till the eleventh hour tolls

if it comes soon,
and takes my essence,

then let me finally know bliss
from all of this that keeps me
from remembering who I was.


Copyright ©2016 Jade Pandora.  All Rights Reserved.

Clothes are not important any more

The morning is my childhood, my brightest toy,
I cry, I laugh, and I meet my mom and my dad
they give me a name, a hug and a slap.

The noon is coming with my coming of age
and I start my manifest
choosing the green from the meat.
I play with boys, I play with girls
I feel I am the freedom in the cage of the world.

When the afternoon comes I already have a past
I am trapped, I need to escape from it
I do meditation, I read a thousand books,
I listen to the music and play guitar
I write poems and go to church.

I feel ready for the night, my last point of view,
people think I’m wise, having white hair and a beard,
I’m just staying naked doing nothing
I’m just doing nothing feeling naked
I just feel nothing, being naked
I just feel naked, being nothing.

Clothes are not important any more
finally I have no fear of the people
no fear of the night and its lonely moon
it’s just me naked between the floor of life
and the ceiling of death.

The only window in here is my memories
I choose to spend my last impulse
close to my past, near to my future view.

I look at my feet and I feel the rocks
the rocks I once stepped on
and it was then, when I realized that I needed shoes,
they now fade away, away from my kissing desire.

I look at my sex and I feel like to pee
I pee on me like the day I was born
crying for the dry safety on my mother’s eyes.

I look at my hands and I feel you
you, you and you and all of you
that I touched once and never took a glance.

The little bear on the sofa is crying for me
I look at him once and then I close my eyes
to see nothing, to see everything
to strangle the need of the leaving truth.

I start laughing, the harder I can,
I finish my life with some cheap wrinkles
and an expensive timeless wine.

It’s not me wanting to die
I know I will never fly,
it’s not me wanting to leave
I’ve just been given a hard day to live.

Last Moments in Rock

First...i play Janes Addiction and dance
And while in my groove mood...
Chrissy Hines
And she inspires a gesture....
I sing whine in Rock 'n Roll whore glory...

Gonna make you make you make you notice.....and I...

I stuff in my back pocket
Every transgression
By me
Against me

And then...
Unzip, shake out of ...
and burn my denim sacrifice of resentment..!
Burn baby burn...!

Make you make you...gonna use my arms...

A bonfire of meaningless
In the face of the end...

And then scream loud for my loves
Lay
And spread my legs wide for him
And her...

Gonna use my legs...

An orgy for the appocolypse
Oh imagine the climax knowing...
It is my last grind..
My last fuck
My last flood

Gonna use my style..

And i catch theirs on my lip
And lick
Savour mmmm delicious sip

Gonna use my side step...

And naked carve a monument...
We were here
And we loved

Gonna use my fingers...
Gonna use my my my
Imagination..
Oh oh and i....

Yes let the loss
And future aboriginal faces
See
We loved here
And in the end
We loved free

Art! Oh honey congrats! Kisses darlin...And Brad...great company to be with....fab write..

Thank you so very much...great comp...and what awesome entries!

It Was Close. Great Job Everyone...

Congratulations everyone, with kudos to Art, Brad and Jennifer ...all deserving...

This was a great competition!

Waw! Another surprise! Thank you all so much!! Congratulation to all! Honestly lovely pieces, I enjoyed all of them!

Great comp! Thank you for the inspiration and the win mcjay! I had a very good time writing for this one day!

kisses to all,
Art