Submissions by RyanBlackborough (Surprise guest)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write sometimes.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Jun 2024 6:04pm
18th Jun 2024 6:04pm
Who cares
Your tepid favour not really warming to the thought.
There's no alchemy with which to distil a retort.
Comfort is a stretch, lack the agility to contort.
Best I seem to manage is a tireless distraught.
I'm lonely, saves me being an affliction.
My discomfort puts others in an awkward position.
How timely, seemed an effortless decision.
Left me having trouble remedying this condition.
This bitter flavour, sick having to savour such rancid after-taste.
Try to draw conclusions from the mess I have retraced.
Pointless seeking why it's...
There's no alchemy with which to distil a retort.
Comfort is a stretch, lack the agility to contort.
Best I seem to manage is a tireless distraught.
I'm lonely, saves me being an affliction.
My discomfort puts others in an awkward position.
How timely, seemed an effortless decision.
Left me having trouble remedying this condition.
This bitter flavour, sick having to savour such rancid after-taste.
Try to draw conclusions from the mess I have retraced.
Pointless seeking why it's...
#heartbroken
#loneliness
#love
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Jun 2024 6:03pm
18th Jun 2024 6:03pm
Unyielding
What i've woven hardly matters.
With my tapestry in tatters.
Lay in place adorned with shadow.
Await that sunlit meadow.
But the harvest cannot grow,
without one to make it sow.
With my tapestry in tatters.
Lay in place adorned with shadow.
Await that sunlit meadow.
But the harvest cannot grow,
without one to make it sow.
#anxiety
#myself
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Jun 2024 9:11am
18th Jun 2024 9:11am
Ordered discord
Smeared In a pattern.
This Rorschach abstraction.
Flowing like satin.
In cascading fashion.
Symmetry, mimicry.
Mirroring the mind.
Coddling, throttling.
Either or is fine.
Full to bursting.
Ache encephalitis.
In many minds of how this building
pressure will ignite us.
"Ticky tacky" tinderboxes.
Longing for the flame.
Effigies of rememberance.
Not all burn the same.
The beauty of the sanguine bloom, detonator primed.
T-minus the countdown.
Get on with the ride.
...
This Rorschach abstraction.
Flowing like satin.
In cascading fashion.
Symmetry, mimicry.
Mirroring the mind.
Coddling, throttling.
Either or is fine.
Full to bursting.
Ache encephalitis.
In many minds of how this building
pressure will ignite us.
"Ticky tacky" tinderboxes.
Longing for the flame.
Effigies of rememberance.
Not all burn the same.
The beauty of the sanguine bloom, detonator primed.
T-minus the countdown.
Get on with the ride.
...
#depression
#emptiness
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
18th Jun 2024 9:07am
18th Jun 2024 9:07am
La muse bouche
I say to le "grand fromage".
You and your pastiche attachè.
You with all your rakish, cliche.
You think you're so Debonair.
You with another au pair.
You and one more rendezvous.
You again it's déjà vu.
You and another faux pas.
You always with Au revoir.
I say so much "bon voyage".
You and your pastiche attachè.
You with all your rakish, cliche.
You think you're so Debonair.
You with another au pair.
You and one more rendezvous.
You again it's déjà vu.
You and another faux pas.
You always with Au revoir.
I say so much "bon voyage".
#fiction
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Jun 2024 5:02am
15th Jun 2024 5:02am
Crossroads
Your perceptions.
Question fidelity.
The contradictions.
Bear no integrity.
There's intersection.
Some deem it incorrect.
Depart said congregation.
Create another sect.
Not to mention.
All of the bloodshed.
Faith in the institution.
Justifies the dead.
Moral high ground.
I really think not.
Its hardly profound.
Countlessly rewrite the plot.
But it's fine.
It's all alien to me.
Reading between lines.
Is not for all to see.
Question fidelity.
The contradictions.
Bear no integrity.
There's intersection.
Some deem it incorrect.
Depart said congregation.
Create another sect.
Not to mention.
All of the bloodshed.
Faith in the institution.
Justifies the dead.
Moral high ground.
I really think not.
Its hardly profound.
Countlessly rewrite the plot.
But it's fine.
It's all alien to me.
Reading between lines.
Is not for all to see.
#religion
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Jun 2024 5:02am
15th Jun 2024 5:02am
Twisted tongue
Melancholy melody of mania and madness. Ceaseless Swan song a symphony of sadness.
Counter to composure comes cacophony of chorus.
Oscillating operatic overture of Opus.
Counter to composure comes cacophony of chorus.
Oscillating operatic overture of Opus.
#music
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Jun 2024 9:01pm
14th Jun 2024 9:01pm
1999?
I'm living when I can hardly stand the life I've led so far.
When giving is the hand that reaches out to leave the scar.
With none I'm left subjected to an open empty space.
As one I am connected to a mind beyond this place.
When giving is the hand that reaches out to leave the scar.
With none I'm left subjected to an open empty space.
As one I am connected to a mind beyond this place.
#sadness
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Jun 2024 9:00pm
14th Jun 2024 9:00pm
Unlikely
Yeah I'm great.
How 'bout you?
Did you accomplish all the dreams, you chose to pursue?
I bet you did.
Bet you went far.
No doubt you became famous, a real superstar.
Well like I said.
Myself I'm fine.
Though I never did move on from you, I'm sure there's peace to find.
It's been so long.
Did you find love?
I'm sure he marvels at you like you are the stars above.
You were so gorgeous.
Always will be.
After I met you, you became all that I could see.
I hope he knows.
I really do.
Just how lucky he could be to...
How 'bout you?
Did you accomplish all the dreams, you chose to pursue?
I bet you did.
Bet you went far.
No doubt you became famous, a real superstar.
Well like I said.
Myself I'm fine.
Though I never did move on from you, I'm sure there's peace to find.
It's been so long.
Did you find love?
I'm sure he marvels at you like you are the stars above.
You were so gorgeous.
Always will be.
After I met you, you became all that I could see.
I hope he knows.
I really do.
Just how lucky he could be to...
#loneliness
#sadness
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
14th Jun 2024 12:57pm
14th Jun 2024 12:57pm
Invested
A peeping eye, like pendulum, swinging through the keyhole.
Just to pass the time.
It's a curious thing.
Flicks transfixed betwixed the clicks of the ticks of the clock as it shifts.
What is it seeking?
Is it trying to get inside?
From what I can see, must seemingly be?
Else dauntless to tacitly leer at me, endlessly?
It's gaze now fills my space.
Reflected light, like pressing weight.
With waning wax, on candle racks.
Wayward streams, Entomb book stacks.
The flame soon waivers.
Moonlight streams saviours. ...
Just to pass the time.
It's a curious thing.
Flicks transfixed betwixed the clicks of the ticks of the clock as it shifts.
What is it seeking?
Is it trying to get inside?
From what I can see, must seemingly be?
Else dauntless to tacitly leer at me, endlessly?
It's gaze now fills my space.
Reflected light, like pressing weight.
With waning wax, on candle racks.
Wayward streams, Entomb book stacks.
The flame soon waivers.
Moonlight streams saviours. ...
#dark
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Jun 2024 12:53pm
14th Jun 2024 12:53pm
Psychopathica
Subtle it's subversion it just catches the eye.
Can't tell which diversions really the greater lie.
Take caution it's pervasive yet it goes undetected.
Subconsciously persuasive now your mind is infected.
Unknowingly you've now become part of the collective.
Working towards your own downfall is the directive.
Everyone's unique but that dare not be expressed.
Step outside the lines and find you're being oppressed.
Question the insanity you're seen as defective.
Grow your mind on clarity and gain some perspective.
The powerful are driven by a...
Can't tell which diversions really the greater lie.
Take caution it's pervasive yet it goes undetected.
Subconsciously persuasive now your mind is infected.
Unknowingly you've now become part of the collective.
Working towards your own downfall is the directive.
Everyone's unique but that dare not be expressed.
Step outside the lines and find you're being oppressed.
Question the insanity you're seen as defective.
Grow your mind on clarity and gain some perspective.
The powerful are driven by a...
#TruthOfLife
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Jun 2024 4:34am
14th Jun 2024 4:34am
This "Masterpiece"
This masterpiece a work of art, an affront to all my senses.
Tombstones of the dreams I've killed have built up my defenses.
Still further blurred the years I've learned to hate all we've become.
This world is curbed to round the heard the ignorant and dumb.
Though loving smiles cradle me through burnings of the ages.
And comfort warms so readily, yet still the war it rages.
Tombstones of the dreams I've killed have built up my defenses.
Still further blurred the years I've learned to hate all we've become.
This world is curbed to round the heard the ignorant and dumb.
Though loving smiles cradle me through burnings of the ages.
And comfort warms so readily, yet still the war it rages.
#frustration
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Jun 2024 4:32am
14th Jun 2024 4:32am
Into my sight
And then I see her she slides into my sight steals away my darkness then replenishing with light.
She heaves a heavy sigh head aloft toward the sky.
I know you've love to give me but I have to say goodbye.
I belong to no one, less resigned more so designed.
In a universe so vast I still feel so confined.
As timeless as all past and future left combined.
This realm it still escapes me therefore must be left behind.
Mortality, finality are both one in the same.
Death and fear and hopelessness to me are just a name.
Transcending the futility of hate...
She heaves a heavy sigh head aloft toward the sky.
I know you've love to give me but I have to say goodbye.
I belong to no one, less resigned more so designed.
In a universe so vast I still feel so confined.
As timeless as all past and future left combined.
This realm it still escapes me therefore must be left behind.
Mortality, finality are both one in the same.
Death and fear and hopelessness to me are just a name.
Transcending the futility of hate...
#love
#sadness
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