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Tales Of An Adlibbed Mind
the poem unwritten
kinda reads like an epitaph
graphic images of death...tomb-stoned calligraphy
lace with the toxicity of lamentations
perhaps something of contempt...regret...revenge..
despair...disgust...disdain...distrust
hoping in vain to avenge something in past tense
poetically paid forward
scribbling incoherence in invisible ink
sinking in lyrical quicksand
smudging all of my fuckin grudges...unreconciled
knowing never to be made whole
i stab and stab and stab...taking jabs at the Aether
a fusion of a hot mess of a human being
disillusioned...artistic confusion...
searching for that infernal bitch of a muse..
from write to flush left
i am bereft of conversational breaths....forever introverted
the depths of me never to be faithfully converted
just perverted by the un-poetic gallery
yeahhh...they may laugh at me with backhanded compliments
yet my ticket into the afterlife has been stamped
in bonified confidence...hidden in plain sight
as the poem unwritten
kinda reads like an epitaph
graphic images of death...tomb-stoned calligraphy
lace with the toxicity of lamentations
perhaps something of contempt...regret...revenge..
despair...disgust...disdain...distrust
hoping in vain to avenge something in past tense
poetically paid forward
scribbling incoherence in invisible ink
sinking in lyrical quicksand
smudging all of my fuckin grudges...unreconciled
knowing never to be made whole
i stab and stab and stab...taking jabs at the Aether
a fusion of a hot mess of a human being
disillusioned...artistic confusion...
searching for that infernal bitch of a muse..
from write to flush left
i am bereft of conversational breaths....forever introverted
the depths of me never to be faithfully converted
just perverted by the un-poetic gallery
yeahhh...they may laugh at me with backhanded compliments
yet my ticket into the afterlife has been stamped
in bonified confidence...hidden in plain sight
as the poem unwritten
Published 18th May 2024
| Edited 19th May 2024
Author's Note
my entry into Willow's comp
[ the poem unwritten ]
[ the poem unwritten ]
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18th May 2024 8:00am
What an amzing entry, I really like the idea of "tomb-stoned calligraphy"
Invisibible ink is so very clever, fits the poem unwritten.
Invisibible ink is so very clever, fits the poem unwritten.
18th May 2024 9:05am
That was an amazing entry.
I wish you luck in the competition
I always enjoy a voyage into your mind.
I wish you luck in the competition
I always enjoy a voyage into your mind.
18th May 2024 2:21pm
18th May 2024 3:09pm
Damn...you went in & owned that...beginning to end. I'm glad I'm not the only judge on the comp! Cuz I'm speechless at this one. Mic drop comes to mind...
18th May 2024 7:34pm
I fucking swear I'm not into your style of writing, but I'm into YOUR writing.
Naaj. The shit you drop.
scribbling incoherence in invisible ink
WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?! Why didn't I write that? I could smack someone with a sandal right now over that line, it's the best thing I've read today.
And this: from write to flush left
That's brilliant
I thought you made a great story here. You started with the epitaph, and ended with the afterlife, and you didn't stop swinging in death throes the entire time. It was a good damn time. Good luck man!
Naaj. The shit you drop.
scribbling incoherence in invisible ink
WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?! Why didn't I write that? I could smack someone with a sandal right now over that line, it's the best thing I've read today.
And this: from write to flush left
That's brilliant
I thought you made a great story here. You started with the epitaph, and ended with the afterlife, and you didn't stop swinging in death throes the entire time. It was a good damn time. Good luck man!
