I sleep under cloudsthose oppressive momentsreturn in different shapesdifferent stories withthe same charactersand labyrinthine trapsI can’tescape Each path returnsto the same spotwhere cruelty smirksThe alarm rings-releases mefrom the darknessof my subconscious-to face the dawnto place my lifein fertile soilto blossomafresh Poetics - Dream Interpretations
Iwill besomewhere therebeyond your reachI'm sure no one is going to miss meI will carry bits of my cracked-up soulmove on swiftlyinto light-onlyme W3 Prompt #196
Sugar ropes entwine to create visually appealing shapes that invite a bite. The shapes will be destroyed, but the sugar will enter the victim's system. What are we talking about? Oral doses of morphine will be used instead of injectibles in the party… The sugar artist continued in a daze. What will you gain by … Continue reading Artistry
When I pick one, the universe gives me a lens to change the view. What is it that I long for? Is it really absent in my life, or is it my limited view? Where do I go to get it and remove the sense of inadequacy? catch the energychoose your color from spectrumtune your … Continue reading Quiet Awakening
They revel in their own trip; obsessions galorehold emptiness together, splitting sanitytorturous interactions, others break apartfacing hallucinations - therapy struggles Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge no 49- Mental Health
Marijuana, a mask of smoke,but the scions wander deepertheir arteries lit with excess,their laughter a mockeryof their existence.Goals never setthey are on undefined trips-a carnival of waste,where silence remembers what they forget-the emptiness beneath indulgence. Quadrille #240
The bank executive thought his clever manipulation of financial reports would stay hidden. He also believed that his false disclosures would stay in the shadows of spreadsheets. For months, he shifted numbers like a magician, conjuring profits out of thin air and quietly sold the company shares he held before the scandal brought about a … Continue reading Unholy Acts
The chosen poem is from a book "All We Have" by Sarabjeet Garcha. THE CABREZA From where should we look to taste the whole truth?Every move is yet another enterprise in futilityLike stones sunk in rivers we wait to become lightLike flickers dreamt by someone not on earth or even outside All We Have … … Continue reading Flickers of a Conscience – Glosa
I have used a 2,5,6 - 2,5,6 pattern. Let us call it Ascent, in the absence of a better term. Silenceis not agreementleast of all compliance I speakto be heard, if notunderstood by aliens let usleave an impressionfree to fade or erase Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge
white flags waved on dark horizonsdeclare victory - PeaceNo war emblems of pain inscribed on heartstell a different taleAll lost W3 Prompt #195
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