Submissions by RyanBlackborough (Surprise guest)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write sometimes and apparently become a pariah because I say things.
Every hits a bullseye
This is hilarious.
Try bow those strings like Stradivarius.
But I think you missed the point of your own aim.
Without a shred of self reflection or acknowledged self deception.
The irony of it is just insane.
Because in actual fact, once you attacked.
it's clear you were the only one to maim.
I mean honestly, this false dichotomy.
Will leave more than those split by it in twain.
Such a mentality, baseless reality.
As you fall victim to your own blame.
Though it makes sense, serves as recompense.
Always in...
Try bow those strings like Stradivarius.
But I think you missed the point of your own aim.
Without a shred of self reflection or acknowledged self deception.
The irony of it is just insane.
Because in actual fact, once you attacked.
it's clear you were the only one to maim.
I mean honestly, this false dichotomy.
Will leave more than those split by it in twain.
Such a mentality, baseless reality.
As you fall victim to your own blame.
Though it makes sense, serves as recompense.
Always in...
#funny
#ignorance
89 reads
4 Comments
Vestibulocochlear sympathectomy
Only point to matter is the fulcrums peak.
As pivotal, the equilibrium we seek.
Critical mass tipped to offset sum.
Heavily shifts the weight of outcome.
Impressive pressures impart fractional distresses.
Coalesces into convoluted messes.
Broken focus binding fixation to disrepair.
Unified in the disconnection that we share.
Snapping in concert to the beat of your clique.
Adversarial dependency, "it's them who's sick".
Blind fidelity illuminates obscured perception.
Signals interference scrambles any reception. ...
As pivotal, the equilibrium we seek.
Critical mass tipped to offset sum.
Heavily shifts the weight of outcome.
Impressive pressures impart fractional distresses.
Coalesces into convoluted messes.
Broken focus binding fixation to disrepair.
Unified in the disconnection that we share.
Snapping in concert to the beat of your clique.
Adversarial dependency, "it's them who's sick".
Blind fidelity illuminates obscured perception.
Signals interference scrambles any reception. ...
#frustration
#TruthOfLife
92 reads
4 Comments
Memory of death
Once sanctuary.
The uninviting undertones bellow in mourning.
A soured fate.
They say the deads sleep is endless, as my toll chimes, wakeless.
Still unsighted eyes.
With sickly bloodshot yolk, cresting as if to rise reborn.
Tarnishing sleek silvered rumination, in anniversary of the best forgotten.
Another empty plot fills a space better kept for the rigid, the disciplined.
Hands worn of time for nothing other than keeping bones wrapped.
In unbound duty, spreading dirt, not to cover but expose.
Treadless stepping...
The uninviting undertones bellow in mourning.
A soured fate.
They say the deads sleep is endless, as my toll chimes, wakeless.
Still unsighted eyes.
With sickly bloodshot yolk, cresting as if to rise reborn.
Tarnishing sleek silvered rumination, in anniversary of the best forgotten.
Another empty plot fills a space better kept for the rigid, the disciplined.
Hands worn of time for nothing other than keeping bones wrapped.
In unbound duty, spreading dirt, not to cover but expose.
Treadless stepping...
#death
#memories
#sadness
132 reads
8 Comments
A sentence (not a poem)
I want to live in peace, not in silence.
#inspirational
223 reads
15 Comments
Cult of perpetuity
Always black and white.
Never any grey matter.
Gifted grifters shifting whispers.
Savouring the blood spatter.
Always by the book.
Whichever takes your fancy.
Well read swelled heads.
All to say they're not empty.
Muse and murmur.
Crickets and birds chirping.
Mundane muttering mimics.
Unschooled fish grouping.
Like I never left.
Familiar yet so strange.
Rewound paused recording.
Funny how things change.
Never any grey matter.
Gifted grifters shifting whispers.
Savouring the blood spatter.
Always by the book.
Whichever takes your fancy.
Well read swelled heads.
All to say they're not empty.
Muse and murmur.
Crickets and birds chirping.
Mundane muttering mimics.
Unschooled fish grouping.
Like I never left.
Familiar yet so strange.
Rewound paused recording.
Funny how things change.
#TruthOfLife
107 reads
4 Comments
The movers and Shakespearers
No comfort for the stickler, sticking literary fixtures depicting conflicting inklings to their minds as perfect pictures.
With one stroke of my pen the standards rose again and damned be lesser men.
As the pros of prose impose and profess, chaos needs redress.
For I, who's distress you must address, now cower and cleanse this mess, confess my prowess only serves to impress all reason to, "stop the press".
Anachronistic the measure of their metric, imperialistic so the eccentric can spiral in tantric concentric circlejerks.
Central to themselves, it...
With one stroke of my pen the standards rose again and damned be lesser men.
As the pros of prose impose and profess, chaos needs redress.
For I, who's distress you must address, now cower and cleanse this mess, confess my prowess only serves to impress all reason to, "stop the press".
Anachronistic the measure of their metric, imperialistic so the eccentric can spiral in tantric concentric circlejerks.
Central to themselves, it...
#StreamOfConsciousness
#WritingPoetry
120 reads
10 Comments
Duck
#rap
135 reads
2 Comments
Bothersome
Done biting my tongue off let you have your fantasies.
From all the mental gymnastics you think you're Hercules.
Fuck you and grandiose big dick swinging fallacies.
In actual fact your mind is only rotting with disease
The Evidence malevolence will readily deceive.
You can't exactly grow continually being naive.
Only way to truth is letting go what you believe.
Focus in on opening your third eye to perceive.
From all the mental gymnastics you think you're Hercules.
Fuck you and grandiose big dick swinging fallacies.
In actual fact your mind is only rotting with disease
The Evidence malevolence will readily deceive.
You can't exactly grow continually being naive.
Only way to truth is letting go what you believe.
Focus in on opening your third eye to perceive.
#frustration
111 reads
4 Comments
Shhh... it won't be ok
Think before you answer.
Unlike me who'll shoot my mouth off like an unhinged laser blaster.
What the hells happened to me I've become a disaster.
Spiral goes both ways but down is so much faster.
Under my own spell oblivious that I'm the caster.
Adept at insanity soon I'll be a master.
Pressing all the buttons just to see what they do.
While everyone looks at me like I'm missing a screw.
Used to the distortion then blinded by the view.
Chasing down illusions finding none to pursue.
Perhaps I shouldn't listen then act like that I knew. ...
Unlike me who'll shoot my mouth off like an unhinged laser blaster.
What the hells happened to me I've become a disaster.
Spiral goes both ways but down is so much faster.
Under my own spell oblivious that I'm the caster.
Adept at insanity soon I'll be a master.
Pressing all the buttons just to see what they do.
While everyone looks at me like I'm missing a screw.
Used to the distortion then blinded by the view.
Chasing down illusions finding none to pursue.
Perhaps I shouldn't listen then act like that I knew. ...
#identity
121 reads
3 Comments
Public relations
You need a piano room.
Key players lucky strike.
As smoke and mirrors plume.
Illusions left and Reich.
Tune your minds to ivory bars.
In high C up and floats about.
Freudian slip on bananas.
Throw your torch of freedom out.
Key players lucky strike.
As smoke and mirrors plume.
Illusions left and Reich.
Tune your minds to ivory bars.
In high C up and floats about.
Freudian slip on bananas.
Throw your torch of freedom out.
#corruption
#deception
#ignorance #politics
#ignorance #politics
120 reads
6 Comments
Pin cushion
Success is drawing blood.
Follow in my tracks.
There's no rush.
I'm not missing.
Just off the straight and narrow.
Open to facilitate.
Steadfast to invigorate.
There are drawbacks
But I take the plunge.
Time passed as pastime.
Days blend differently.
Its not my daily grind.
But it helps to get by.
Follow in my tracks.
There's no rush.
I'm not missing.
Just off the straight and narrow.
Open to facilitate.
Steadfast to invigorate.
There are drawbacks
But I take the plunge.
Time passed as pastime.
Days blend differently.
Its not my daily grind.
But it helps to get by.
#drugs
211 reads
8 Comments
Pretty plastic
Pretty plastic people.
Pretty plastic play.
What you see is what you get.
And it's always the same.
As I look into the camera.
Back out through your eyes.
We know each others secrets.
Yet "believe" the other's lies.
Pretty plastic people.
Pretty plastic play.
What you see is what you get.
it's easier that way.
It's not superficial.
This glorious facade.
Keeping up the act.
Is always super hard.
Pretty plastic people.
Pretty plastic play.
What you see is...
Pretty plastic play.
What you see is what you get.
And it's always the same.
As I look into the camera.
Back out through your eyes.
We know each others secrets.
Yet "believe" the other's lies.
Pretty plastic people.
Pretty plastic play.
What you see is what you get.
it's easier that way.
It's not superficial.
This glorious facade.
Keeping up the act.
Is always super hard.
Pretty plastic people.
Pretty plastic play.
What you see is...
#consumerism
174 reads
12 Comments
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