Submissions by RyanBlackborough (Surprise guest)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write sometimes and apparently become a pariah because I say things.
Another nightingale poem
Another nightingale song.
Always singing.
Always beautiful.
With its varied vibrant warblings.
Another nightingale song.
Always singing.
Attention seeking.
With its many inane ramblings.
Another nightingale song.
Another nightingale.
Another song.
Always.
Always singing.
Always beautiful.
With its varied vibrant warblings.
Another nightingale song.
Always singing.
Attention seeking.
With its many inane ramblings.
Another nightingale song.
Another nightingale.
Another song.
Always.
#frustration
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Cut it apart
Disjointed, dissection.
Like that which came before.
Dissection like that which,
came before disjointed.
Like that which disjointed,
dissection came before.
Like that which came before.
Dissection, disjointed.
Like that which came before.
Dissection like that which,
came before disjointed.
Like that which disjointed,
dissection came before.
Like that which came before.
Dissection, disjointed.
#WritingPoetry
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Sorely
Taken by the darkness, ravaged by the wild.
You lit up my whole world, the moment that you smiled.
I would "lie" to you all day, though only truth is spoken.
We could fall apart together, become whole with all our broken.
Marvel at your brilliant shimmer, all would dim without you.
Wish to dispel twisted reflections that you believe true.
If all that I could ever give, does only find your wake.
I'd Treasure such brutality, cherish the keepsake.
Enraptured I this creature you've captured in loves descent.
Infatuated I will rise to banish...
You lit up my whole world, the moment that you smiled.
I would "lie" to you all day, though only truth is spoken.
We could fall apart together, become whole with all our broken.
Marvel at your brilliant shimmer, all would dim without you.
Wish to dispel twisted reflections that you believe true.
If all that I could ever give, does only find your wake.
I'd Treasure such brutality, cherish the keepsake.
Enraptured I this creature you've captured in loves descent.
Infatuated I will rise to banish...
#love
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F(r)iend
I know she doesn't love me.
She visits everyone.
When its looking bright.
She'll shade me from the sun.
She is all I've got.
Probably my best friend.
Though she isn't real.
I like to pretend
It's a sense of duty.
Much less out of care.
Always there beside me.
My keeper of despair.
She visits everyone.
When its looking bright.
She'll shade me from the sun.
She is all I've got.
Probably my best friend.
Though she isn't real.
I like to pretend
It's a sense of duty.
Much less out of care.
Always there beside me.
My keeper of despair.
#despair
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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