Sunday, February 4, 2018
Word Junkie: Army Sprout
Word Junkie: Army Sprout: Journey towards the bigger plan Her hand molded me into a loving man Obstacles were many but she was there Praying I mak...
Army Sprout
Journey towards the bigger plan
Her hand molded me into a loving man
Obstacles were many but she was there
Praying I make it she made it her prayer
Everyday I sprouted with care
Higher and higher she watched me climb
Each hurdle came and each listed in my rhyme
Your my hope and I’m your hope he says all the time
Mama worked to ensure my success
Always was proud of her garden she was blessed
Mama loves her sprouted flower
Army of fans yelling BTS power
An acrostic inspired by the BTS song "Hey Mama" and such a sweet song by J Hope of BTS.
Wednesday, November 8, 2017
Nosferatu Within - My Life Symphony of Horror
I wait at the corner of the cobblestone
I hear in the distant the faintest of moans
Lurking like a plague it oozes from the ground
an aura of evil permeates the hoof-prints that strike and pound
My ears are afraid and I shutter in fear
I shiver and shake at the sounds haunting my ears
Daggers and decibels grow and pierce from within
haunting shadows held in the corners of my mind and their release begin
I can smell myself as musky dampness laced with earth
wafts the temptation and it calls to me my worth
A cloak of darkness hides my evil shroud
decay from within my coffin cry aloud
Is it myself I fear as I lie in wait
as my Doppelgänger comes and to my senses it will bait
A growing need to mutilate my skin
fulfills the high of my hatred from within
Sweet release of the the salty elixir
release of foul emotions make for the perfect drink mixer
Am I vampire or related to Dracul
Am I evil or just acting cool
Am I here or there
Am I rotting with care
Am I devouring from within
Am I human
Help me……..
I am a victim of my Nospheratu within as the symphony plays, the cutting begins again
I hear in the distant the faintest of moans
Lurking like a plague it oozes from the ground
an aura of evil permeates the hoof-prints that strike and pound
My ears are afraid and I shutter in fear
I shiver and shake at the sounds haunting my ears
Daggers and decibels grow and pierce from within
haunting shadows held in the corners of my mind and their release begin
I can smell myself as musky dampness laced with earth
wafts the temptation and it calls to me my worth
A cloak of darkness hides my evil shroud
decay from within my coffin cry aloud
Is it myself I fear as I lie in wait
as my Doppelgänger comes and to my senses it will bait
A growing need to mutilate my skin
fulfills the high of my hatred from within
Sweet release of the the salty elixir
release of foul emotions make for the perfect drink mixer
Am I vampire or related to Dracul
Am I evil or just acting cool
Am I here or there
Am I rotting with care
Am I devouring from within
Am I human
Help me……..
I am a victim of my Nospheratu within as the symphony plays, the cutting begins again
This is me as I step into the mind of a "cutter" and try to imagine the horror living with this type of addiction
Wednesday, February 8, 2017
Hellraising Ripper of the Righteous
Oozing, foul, bloodied and gaping are my gashes
recurring, agonizing emotions haunt me at every door.
Cobwebs line the crevices of my entrails.
Hurt and heartache rot vehemently
decaying my flesh and my very essence of being.
At the core of my marrow, life forces chase life.
Like the alleyways of Whitechapel that wreak with macabre odors
evil lurks incessantly in the dark as in my wickedness it delights.
My aroma catches the attention of the murderer of my dreams.
Dark, dank, musty and cold a rogue accuser roams
with evil thoughts like daggers, he comes at me from all sides.
I feel gruesomely giddy as life has disappointed me so I just laugh.
Tormenting guilt smothers my vibrancy
unraveling the knot I hold dear at the end of my rope.
Ebony shadows close in for the kill.
Like a trophy hunter I am hunted down
and my skull to be hung on the walls of his pit.
His ammunition is cold and his strategies cleverly calculated as patience is paramount.
He is the ripper of life and the stealer of eternity
as keeping me subdued in chains of iron are his pleasure.
Bondage is welcomed as a familiar blanket of comfort.
Leaping off the balcony of change is terrifying
but I seek the rescuer of my souls eternal demise.
A shred of hope may linger yet it is nearly strangled to the point of no return.
Shadows illuminate a magnetic pull from a nearby chapel
as it beckons and sounds a distress call of the Divine.
Eerily a cross seems mesmerizing to me.
A vampire-like vixen attacks my body
she tries to keep my coffin of bondage locked.
The Nosferatu of my mind duels with my inner self.
Suddenly I feel a Light ever-consuming
heavy upon my chest, a celestial being hovers.
Resonating beams of restoration exude from every cell in my body.
A High like nothing I have experienced before
and I am drawn from the clutches of evil and all its horrors.
My clanking chains of bondage fall, I AM alive.
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I feel like people need to express the true hardships and trials we face without any pomp and fluff. Get down to the nitty gritty !!!
Thursday, February 2, 2017
Ashes of Annelies
a family knitted
dinner time shared
togetherness enjoyed
war heated up
Hitler invaded homes
Netherlands in flames
diarist hidden away
tears shed behind walls
word filled pages archived
two years secluded
quiet whispers during light
recycled soap no food wasted
missed youth and fun
days so slowly creep
everyone on edge
1944 they found us
no more hiding
youth stolen
humiliated and naked
dignity defiled dastardly
lives full of terror
Bergen-Belsen new hell
lice became friends
broken down souls
smells of putridity
burning flesh walking dead
disease rampant
quiet empty stillness
legacy left for decades
Ashes of Annelies Frank
Remembered
dinner time shared
togetherness enjoyed
war heated up
Hitler invaded homes
Netherlands in flames
diarist hidden away
tears shed behind walls
word filled pages archived
two years secluded
quiet whispers during light
recycled soap no food wasted
missed youth and fun
days so slowly creep
everyone on edge
1944 they found us
no more hiding
youth stolen
humiliated and naked
dignity defiled dastardly
lives full of terror
Bergen-Belsen new hell
lice became friends
broken down souls
smells of putridity
burning flesh walking dead
disease rampant
quiet empty stillness
legacy left for decades
Ashes of Annelies Frank
Remembered
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I admire this woman and her drive as well as her families. I love to hear her story although sad. She did her best to persevere through hard times. A beautiful example for us all. My other favorite is Corrie ten Boom.
WORD COUNT 100
"There is beauty even in ashes"-Anne Frank.
I want this short, only 100 words. Be dark, be creative or make me laugh. you can take this however you want. Paint me a picture. Pre-writes are ok. Put the word count in you AN. You can use what ever title you want. So do your best!
"There is beauty even in ashes"-Anne Frank.
I want this short, only 100 words. Be dark, be creative or make me laugh. you can take this however you want. Paint me a picture. Pre-writes are ok. Put the word count in you AN. You can use what ever title you want. So do your best!
Tuesday, January 31, 2017
Un-American Gothic Gone Nuclear
no pitchfork to prod
nuclear fallout
lovestruck bailout
societies casualties codependent
black in mourning gas masks imminent
one leaves and death ensues
lack of oxygen and black turns blue
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WORD COUNT 35
Dark image prompt in 35 words exactly.
Rules:
Image is the prompt
35 words exactly
Free style or rhyme, any form will do.
Put word count on AN
if adult, please tag appropriately.
Be creative, poetic devices are your friends, use them.
No FuNNy cHarActERs IiKE tHIs.
All other AP rules applies
PoppyRead
like a raisin in the sun
it has dried the nectar of
my psyche
shriveled soundtracks
of my life echo their
existence
whitewashed walls and
Sunday morning blues dance
before my eyes
the dirty decayed laundry
lists of my animation
are seen
weeds have crept into the
darkest places of
my being
moonstone paths contain
weeds sprung by
bitterness
i have been both the flower and
the meadow as my soil
has been tilled
mountain of my brow holds
the remnants of my blood
sweat and tears
scoring life's surface as maize
colored memories signifying Egypt’s
dead spurs my mass exodus
judas friends have fell to the side
remembrance of poppy
mother to her seed
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Happily honoring the pennings of a fellow poet.
WORD COUNT 115
I prefer free verse but if you write rhyme or forms well I won't penalize you for it. Bad grammar and spelling ruin the flow for me and will knock points off your write- please proofread, I prefer shorter writes, please keep poems under 150 words.
WORD COUNT 115
I prefer free verse but if you write rhyme or forms well I won't penalize you for it. Bad grammar and spelling ruin the flow for me and will knock points off your write- please proofread, I prefer shorter writes, please keep poems under 150 words.
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