L-iving in a world of vast
souls formed from
another voided world,
E-ntering thru portals
from their world to earth.
O-ozing spetacular smell
and wail when the chips
N-urtured from cradle to
entity with a new world
O-rganizes oneself for the
task ahead,passing thru
hurdles of life unabased
R-eaps the fruit of labor
with joy or heavy heart.
A-ge sets in,mission
accomplished or not will
dawn on the entity.
I-n retrospect,he thinks
about his childhood and
how life was to him.
L-iving in confidence or
shame,he bows his head
in victory or defeat.
O-nly the taste of time
will tell the durability of
V-oid of preference the
aim result bears the
foundation for his lineage.
E-njoyment or lack lies
with the works of the
man,for there is no food
for the slothful.
Y-oung ones,a stitch in
time saves nine,make
haste while the sun
O-iling your lamb always
like the ten virgins is the
key to success.
U-rging you to shun peer
pressure and focus on
the course marked out
for you by fate,so a
fulfilled life you shall live.
An acrostic for you
Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu
I s a child to be heard?
N o one answers, as usual. The silence is slowly killing me.
S orrow, misunderstanding and these mourning memories,
I s this the way it is supposed to be? Since that fateful day, I have been a
G irl, lost in a whirl of tragic past, calamitous present and the fear of having no future,
N ever have I known what "family", "friends" or "fiends" mean, for
I have never made or heard of any.
F or I am thirteen, just as inconsequential as a dwarf planet, amongst boundless galaxies.
I live in misery, why won't anyone listen to me? I may be young, but I
C an converse, listen and see, and I
A m as normal as you are. So why
N ot give me a chance to prove myself?
C an you ever give me a listening
E ar? Is a child to be heard?
Copyright © Ashley Ho
Time and time again,
broken heart and shattered dreams.
My eyes start to close and,
I hear all the retched screams.
I see the twisted faces,
the hatred they hold inside.
The eyes as red as blood,
all the anger they can't hide.
The sound of the screams turns my blood,
curdled like sour milk.
The faces fall away,
drifting like a scarf of silk.
I open my eyes once more
to find it was all in my head.
These memories they torture me,
they make feel...... dead.
Copyright © mathew mcwethy
Giving up on all I believe in,
Opaque is the road that I walk on,
Not even the brightness of a hundred stars, is capable of
Erasing, all the wrong I've done.
Wandering the streets of wrong-doing,
I'd watch people pass me by, life is much more complicated
Than I thought it would be, it's just so mystifying,
How everything wrong feels so right, everything is a
Trap, in the web of life.
How everything that gives delight, in fact, has
Existed to reveal the true meaning of remorse, yet until this day, a
Sinner I am, carrying a bundle of sins
In my hands,
Not knowing what road to take.
Copyright © Maya Kaabour
Frame is solid, some refurbishing needed; I have a room for rent
Only needs a few repairs and my patience has well been spent
Ready for immediate occupancy as soon as one can spare
Renovations commencing instantly; rent is somewhat fair
Equipped with all the essentials; a spacious room is what you’ll find
Needs an well organized individual; one able to dwell inside this mind
Today it’s clean and tidy as can be; tomorrow's a new day, I'll wait and see
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Copyright © Stacy Stiles
Twisted to Untwisted
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
Twisted and confused.
Wanting to understand.
Idealized life view.
Twisted and confused.
Endless unresolved fear.
Dark shadows hovering.
Twisted and confused
Oh, my Lord, please give death!
Under every rock shame-
Nothing good could abound.
Twisted and confused
Withering fallen soul.
Idealized view crushed.
Self-esteem buried whole.
Twisted and confused.
Endless self-hate taunted.
Decided to let God….
Written for Michael Jordan’s contest.
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Copyright © Joshua Lacey
How dare you take advantage of me like that ,
Leaving me stranded with no way to go forward or back.
Using the friendship that we had led me to believe,
That there was trust and honor between you and me .
How you layed me aside and left me for dead ,
You have caused these hateful thoughts inside my head.
Never could I have done this to any man ,
I can see you have no concious so I know you can.
There just one thing I really want to say about this ,
It's been a long time since I have made a clinched fist .
You have no idea how much hurt you have caused,
It won't be me you'll have to face That's up to God
But you will regret mistaking this kindness for weakness girl,
Bad Karma will surely consume you this is my word.
Yes you were able to catch me completely off gaurd ,
Never again because now I know who you are .
Copyright © TIMOTHY CARTER
P aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace
Copyright © Dan Keir
Talking excessively just can’t stop.
Overly stressed and beginning to flop.
Messing in matters you need to stay out.
Ushering in tension and running about.
Choices being made without a second thought.
Holding others hostage by your own malicious plots.
Drama, drama, drama that’s all I hear.
Rehearsing matters over and over again.
Always in the valley of o.p.p.
Mettling in other’s business this should not be.
Angry at others and being the drama queen.
Copyright © Mary Duhart
Confused by the cacophonous voices in my head,
Reason has been replaced with paranoia.
Alarmed by my self-destructive tendencies I am restrained,
Zipped into a strait-jacket of my own making.
Yielding to the voices clamor, I surrender myself to insanity.
For Andrea's 5 Letter Word acrostic contest
(This is a work of fiction! I don't hear voices and I
am not self-destructive. Just so you know)
Copyright © Kim Merryman
I'm not the greatest of all-times, but when I'm done,
I'll be an all time great in this lifetime of mine
Like the late great who came before my time
I will breed a new lifeline, that will breathe life like march of dimes
My story lines, will bring truth life; like troops who fight
Overseas, for rights of those who believe that death is life
Now that ain't right!
As the rich is getting richer, eating fillet me-non, while we barely feeding our appetite
Night after night
Survival has waged a war that gave us no choice but to battle and fight
Although, we'll be all right
They say we a dying breed, but that ain't right
Instead we're the light to a lying greed
That will enlighten life to a brand new seed
A man of God indeed
Freed from the Son that bleeds
Like the summer breeze
He's the sum that equals the amount of air I breathe
The air that please
A satisfaction like the birds and the bees
My word's words are the keys
That will fornicate with the mind and give birth to a seed
A seed of social change, that'll change our social economy
So shall our comradery
That will bring comfort to a struggling society
A synonym...similar to a civilization seeking for unity
Unifying the physics of theory
That seeks to explain the synopsis of a dying philosophy
Similar to the Cosby
X-cept my scrip-tic will speak more about our reality
Like life's calamity
And everything else in life that's destroying us systematically
However, I've discovered a system
That can mathematically destroy ignorancy
And turn our state of mind intellectually
I elect that He (God) selects me to be
And be that man who may lead this community
So that they (My Peoples) may commute with me
En-route to a destination, destine towards our destiny
Like we were destine to be
We were meant to be "Great" like the late great that came before we.
Because we are...
The reflection where perfection gave birth to the definition of greatness
Where great means Competent, Skilled, Well Informed, and Tremendous
Our potentials are endless
And only we not even the enemy can put an end to this
So it's time we put a stop to this
The biggest enemy of self
And that's envy and jelousness
Cause after this is Heaven or Hell and that's all there is
A promised made sealed with a kiss
Is the next best thing since "In the beginning"
In the first chapter of the first verse in Genesis!
Copyright © Ajalon Michael Zarate
N eurotic are they
O blivious to what others say
C allous at heart
O bnoxious to most
N arcotics could be the host
S acred to oneself
C onscience left on a shelf
I ndiscretion as an act of variance
E goism a total annoyance
N arcissism that is unbreakable
E stranged until they become humble
Copyright © Virginia Muller
T wo buildings once stood tall
W hen one day they would fall.
I n the sky the planes flew
N ot knowing what they'd do.
T oo many people died
O n that day we all cried.
W hat happened no one knew
E xtreme anger just grew.
R emembering the fear
S o keep your families near.
Copyright © Kelly Zakerski
Though I did not want anyone to know
Helping people is what I try to do so I can grow
Even when it is tough I realize I help people not for show
Self involvement is a must a way to make things make sense
Eager to do things I become sometimes dense
Caring about the things I love is what really can help my choice
Revealing my secret to you I will keep my poise
Even when the time comes I will not be spoiled because of my heart
The secret to doing things is make it a great memory so it will not part
Copyright © Reynaldo Mast
Life is hazing
have you ever pulled a gun inside your head?
blow out your brain and still have your mind instead...
those words sound nice but don't come right in bed
waking for a drill but drinking at a bar for bread
life is joking
ever wonder why the old man just laughs at you?
smiles at your position, knows that your a dead man too...
Mail bride orders
life is smoking
notice how your eyes have turn out to be a no hand clue
is it me or now you turn to know your crazy too?
coo coo ca choo coo coo ca choo...
Copyright © Jessica Arteaga
Copyright © Kelly McDonald
Everyone is sleeping, but am not..
Room is full of silence, & weather is hot.
I have closed my eyes,as dreaming deep..
But am not lost in thoughts, just trying to sleep.
Its 3 at night, n everythings dark..
But am willing to go outside n walk in a park.
Willing to feel cool air & breathe long..
Looking at the time, I realize, its wrong.
What if I call someone at this time..
No, anyone will think, am not fine.
I should have not sleep in evening like that..
5 hours, I have already slept.. now feeling bad.
I know time is not right..
But attempting a sleep, am texting friends, GOOD NIGHT.
Copyright © sadhana shukla
Gulf oil spilled
Useless big waste
Lives were taken
Oil will spew
In such turmoil
Loss no one knew
So much damage
People showed care
Like a nightmare
Let’s clean this up!
Copyright © Kelly Zakerski
A mania she could not explain made her devise the plan:
No one could know where or what place she may have gone
If so, I’m not sure they’d tell; conclusions would be drawn:
Tomorrow, perhaps an answer will come, before the setting sun; but,
Really does it matter to anyone? Are we not all out of ‘town’?
Actually, yes I think it matters for many; especially matters to one.
Copyright © Danitra David
Don’t know why
I sit here
Nothing will relieve
This hollowed hope
Now reduced to
Copyright © Kelly McDonald
Fool, you borrowed time from fate
Obeisance was wrong indeed
Objected nothing and moved on
Lotus was your favorite fruit
Irrationality was a kind of madness
Sarah warned, " Be careful, son! "
Harry, your pal, spoke like her
None seemed unreachable or vain
Enthralled by many false visions
Surges of panic and anger abounded
Sultry thoughts brought death
Copyright © Andrew Crisci
" With barely a nod they delivered the news
... the store is closing, your job you will lose."
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
Unemployment is an imminent threat
Not to be taken lightly.
Changes I'm not looking forward to
Envelop my dreams nightly.
Retirement is not an option.
This uncertainty is daunting.
Age is a factor to employment.
I find my anxiety haunting.
Never did I think this job would end.
Tomorrow is now the unknown.
I'm scared of the future, as never before.
My anxiousness, full blown.
Each day I wonder what will be.
So afraid of what will happen to me.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
by Francine Roberts 05/09/2011
for Constance's contest 'Write it Deep
and Dramatic, Please'
Copyright © Francine Roberts
Over and over again spread their rumors
Uncertain about things
But certain enough to believe
Take my reasons...I brush them aside
See?... they are just doubts.
Copyright © Ruth Miranda
Embracing this low and calm fumes
Adopting these reserved maneuvering skills
Rehearsing my lines daily…hoping to perfection
I wish to be the extra prototype when the curtain rises up
I will majestically bow to the jury…doubting their frown
Here with me…will compose the best speech
With my specs; you will see an intelligent poet
Yet with my hands you will lay an author of the future
Now we are a little far away from the spotlight…
On the road we are pedestrians…of course Christians
Now we weep, now we creep out with terror
Last night I saw the fellow; he was a sad veteran
Weirdly he seemed killed already only that he wasn’t berried
Poor soldier; dead already just a moving corpse waiting for
An open grave…
So much I had wanted to tell him…when I stared at him wobbling
Zonked, I couldn’t help a tear from falling
The war had consumed so much of his good smiles and the blissful memos
When he embraced me…he whispered to my left ear and said;
‘Do you know how to pull a trigger aah!?’
I answered no…you should learn son as he sighed with discomfort
The was ache in his left leg…I loved him much he died the next evening
It’s always like that for me…
I am rehearsing my agony…so hurting
Copyright © Jacob Victuss
One thing, we all have in common worldwide.
Because we need it to be human to provide,
Secrets fantasies keep most from going insane.
Even though each knows they will not gain.
Sure enough we all have these thoughts or deeds.
Spending money, wasting time to plant these seeds,
Inventions of the desires prepare the mortal mind.
Obsessions vary from the wild to tame we find.
Now step back and think about your life’s fixation.
Seek out your fantasy or reality that steals passion.
Copyright © cecil hickman
P roblems there are so many for everyone
R ealize and accept that this is life
O bviously we all have them sometimes
B elive that you can manage them all
L et no trials and problems steal your joy
E ndure them and have Faith,Hope and Trust
M anage your problems and just trust God
S mall or big problems won't last,hand them all to God each time
Dorian Petersen Potter
Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter
L ife without you is not the same
O ut in the dark alone
S till hear the echo of your name
T aunted by the unknown
L ost without your loving touch
O nly you can give to me
V oid now, I miss you so much
E veryone can see
Copyright © Tirzah Conway
T hey’d aughta not called nookie
H eaven’s blessed cookie...
E ither burd or bee, cause neither's a lookie!
B urds well der feathered, not like me?
I n da interest of clarity, I’m certainly NO bee?
R obins do have red breasts and I have two, see?
D ern, maybe dat's why dey calls dem da burds and da bees?
S o, if da ladies da burd, da guy must be da bee?
A nyway, why didn’t dey call IT da cows and da doves?
N ow, cows at least got legs and doves are for luv!
D rat, I still don’t get da bee stingy thingie, "Gov?"
T he bees has a sting YIKE and bees sure love honey.
H ell, maybe they thought a man'd sting ya for money?
E ither dat or “Hmmm,” some ladies are real punny?
B et we women smell real sweet, I guess, and da bees fly to honey?
E eeeeeekkk, I so confuddled, I feel like Mikey Rooney?
E ach dern metaphors is making me more looney tooney!
S imply forget da dern foolishness and give me a groomie!
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi
Why Do I Love You?
©2011 C. Brent Cloyd
When I tell you that I love you
Hurriedly you ask, tell me why?
You laugh when in dismay I sigh
Dare now, listen to some reasons
Obsess and parse them if you please
I love because God gave you to me
Life is good when I see your smile
Observe your wittiness and style
Valuable are your hugs so snug
Each time you travel I feel a tug
You bring pride and make my heart dance
Overawed I choose to love, not perchance
Utmost I love because you are you.
Copyright © Brent Cloyd