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If the President is Lawless, SO IS EVERYONE ELSE!
Go steal that £ucking yacht!
Florida Governor outlaws Rainbow Sidewalks. W.T.F.!
There is sanity
In my madness,
If only it could be found,
For you’ll find
My ravings if unravelled,
Are actually quite profound.
My wants are to vague
Foreshadowing all my needs
My honor is wide
Nothing left for true reason
Insanity is all that i have
Strings of inspiration swirl through my mind
They float and frolic endlessly
Until they spiral out of control
And eventually get intertwined
For I am a non-writing writer,
An untameable monster - forever trapped in cerebral stagnation.
It was far from being a match made in Heaven
More so like a match that ignited the fires in Hell
We took turns playing arsonist
Setting love ablaze
Our memories broken branches used for kindling
Torn from the trees of suspicion
We accepted the fate of the flames we ignited
Lunacy that burned woodlands of our passion.
She said it was okay we were both crazy
We just couldn't be crazy at the same time.
Our madness combined would ignite an inferno
Flames scorching forests of our souls.
Lighting a path to a future of ashes.
The heat from a fire leaving both of us cold.
JSB
Judge Santiago Burdon
Stray Dogs and Deuces Wild, Not Real Poetry, Quicksand Highway, Fingers in the Fan, Tequilas Bad Advice, Lords of the Afterglow, Overdose of Destiny, Architect of Havoc
he's a seriously troubled soul
dwelling on regrets
they're eating him alive
things he can't forgive
hurts he can't get past
dreams he left afloat
cobwebs in his mind
his rambling thoughts
will drive him off the cliff
and sink him to despair
it's bordering insanity
i see him surely drowning
and there's nothing i can do
if he won't grab the buoy
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Its variable; real and valuble,
it effects the lives we lead.'
God alone set this in motion.'
Psudo science shall be revealed'
To be no more than squally-squeally
Newly made up, just like that word.'
Soon to be erazed..No lasting trace.'
Under the heavens,to be seen or heard.'
Few lived upon that field by end of day;
they lay, with sword and shield,
sacral ground, they would not yield
lost to a wound, never healed.
Insanity and back again
Somethings got to give
Whatever you do
Please don't shout my name
It calls up the demon
In me
We partied when we were young
Had to stop the world from turning
We ran as fast as we could and then faster
You lived for the minute and never thought it all would be gone
Crushing killing
Creative aptitude
Not even thinking of the beginning
Screw your last chance to have an answer
To find undercover
Screw your last chance
To be nice
Chance to say sorry
A word
A sympathetic gesture
Shame in my pockets
Empty or full
Resist the need to have fun
A pick of a constant tease
Tragically love intolerant
Honest to all
but myself
Give me the infinite scream
Sometimes a monster in my dreams
We can see the future
But choose
Fade into black
Seems we can’t see each other now and then
Can’t reconcile with it, my dearest dear
It looks like you’re ignoring me and when
You come, I’m outdoors again, not near
Connection lost, and so are we, I don’t know why
This saddest circus of events can’t fade away
When there’ll be time to spare for you and I?
Another time in any place you’d want to stay
Another chance will come, I do believe
This old insanity of faith, it speaks of glory
Blessed are the lovers, so are we, to live
Another life, to rearrange a bit our story.
Triviality concentrated static
Overture to a long trending collaboration
Yare are the toys in the attic
Hello…
HELLO?
Nothing.
Silence.
The absence of sound.
Shhh…
I command my body to stay still, to obey, to shrink into the silence.
Rigid.
Unmoved.
It might come back—
SNAP!
Screeches from the winged night guards above slice through the air.
A sudden rush of wind frantically whispers its secrets to the trees.
The stars and moon blink in my wake, and I cry.
I cry out, but their light does not reply.
Did I even speak?
Did I even call?
Maybe the silence is mine.
I long for a response—an answer—
But at what cost?
What if it finds me?
What if it already has—
What if—
it never left?
No. No, I won’t think about that.
But the silence is shifting, stretching, thickening.
It lingers.
It shifts.
It grows.
It listens.
I can't be trapped here with only myself.
Not when the silence is listening.
Not when it breathes.
I will let the silence take me.
Going.
Going.
Gone.
The echo will not return.
Because the echo never was.
Because I never was
Because—
This day by day by day!
This simplistic work, rest and play!
This house, this car, this work!
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock before you realise who’s the jerk!
These lines get deeper set.
These eyes get less upset.
These lies and lies and lies!
These persons loved now just despised.
The dreams that blew away.
The promises broken eat away.
The realisation of ‘this is it’
The shorter path now always is.
A life before when youth was free.
A new horizon could always be.
A circle of growth forced through programmed need.
A waste of time always to feed.
Cold breeze on a face.
Mirror of stars sparkling in cold black space.
Loss of appetite for knowing more.
Never get back what’s gone before.
Getting closer to the door.
starmer phoned trudeau..lulas in the know' Trump
Sits on the throne.' some sad king might never? Own'
Putins not much imputing.' Look this is poker time.. I am
Not disputing.' Zelensky says things are not great.? I
Say 'but rhere's the 'chance of sabotage.?' There are pipe
Dreams..And he did say salvage mates.' Who knows who
Will what.? Specially if starmer brings in any sausage talk?
Yet may reality win.' People are dying..Amid crocodile tears
5 billon will by more bodies.?? Er I mean time.?? And whats
To fear?? As always put not trust in man.' Its mostly disaster..' and even more planned.' Can the strutting be stopped? Can a deal be made? When can 'ordinary people
Be allowed' some normality? Today.? When fat bankers can
Go to heaven i suppose.? Yet in hell they're so invested.'
Maybe its just how things go?
Insanity floated through the door
An aberration with wild hair entered
Her mouth was open, blood ran out
Down her tunic, past her belt
She felt deranged, a lunatic from where?
There was a madness in the room now
I felt unbalanced, frenzied myself.
Where was my rationality? Why wasn’t I running?
Her fingernails formed into red claws
Almost talon-like, I was thinking of a turkey buzzard
Something unholy that would readily dig into roadkill.
She flashed her dead black eyes toward me.
I froze; terrified.
Wanted to scream, but nothing came out.
She began floating toward me.
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