Poetry

savoir faire helped me survive hidden agendas of information staying unbiased, but on constant vigil blunts attempts of targeted indoctrination presentation is all that matters grains of truth covered with lies so daring personal stories, but professionally written storytelling makes a mockery of sharing   #Weekly Tanka Prompt #Poetry Challenge -Week 118

I struggle to retain originality swamped by external influence and opinions. Do I exist as a blank page a script engraved in stone or find meaning in my responses to stimuli? Does the correlation build upon my core or replaces all that I ever thought was mine? Struggling to find my breath I wonder If … Continue reading What is really mine

you reveal patches of non-acceptance, resentment festering within flawless exterior cracking up in failed attempts to control you reveal patches living under the same roof never together- with a nagging ache of non-acceptance, resentment I try to be nonchalant - but pain reminds me of wounds festering within   Flaws and All- Cascade Poetry

shackled feet amble slowly minds fly out in a jiffy to explore the unknown   contradictions spur imagination to condemn create or compress what lies beyond   Tale Weaver #192

I googled my name, and the common words that popped up were Reborn and Re-enacted. The best and most comprehensive description is on this link SevenReflections-name-Reena I created an erasure poem from the page, and added the words Reborn and Re-enacted. This is what emerged from the game.   law unto itself re-enacted operating on … Continue reading Re-enacted

survival from hunger, hungry vultures, cameras held in hands unwilling to help - seemed well-nigh impossible in the gloaming   he surprised the world with an appearance years later and left it once again nursing a starved soul left to die in obscurity     (Story on The Borgen Project) BrewNSpew Cafe

sealed lips compel me to swallow bitter truth several times over till I exhale fumes from eyes and ears   yet the darkness of my interiors remains beyond artistic imagination it might come out as the Evil I fought against all my life   this is not recycled fury it is putrefaction stinking transformation Into … Continue reading I cannot go back

watching civilization pass by the tribals sharpen their tools to earn a decent meal and fuel life for the next day   numbing the pain with mundane tasks it takes lot of courage to not think that today may not transition to a better tomorrow   Sunday Writing Prompt #42 at MLMM