Ghairo Daniels Poet Other

Bitter is not Sweet

room without walls reaches sky
bleeding tears where shadows play with dust 
in conference rooms they eat dead flesh
with tomato sauce
room bleeds more tears
evil cannot be good
op-art is an illusion 

tears dry into salt
tomato sauce spills like blood
lamb meat they gobble with mint
tears of lamb fall into dust
walls in sky hold no rooms
darkness is not light
dualities mix not

corridors of learning and corridors of
power merge in abyss
of life’s true longing 
space is where all are free
no keys to hold or hide, follow not shadow 
call not bitter sweet
distress will be your name

my footsteps go where angels fear
space holding atoms near
true longing lounges in Heart
abysses of no consequence 
learning and power a game
honey is sweet not to be called bitter
recognise what is what
 
sky my knowingness 
understand how daisies bloom tears
undying freedom is where all start again
they call tomato sauce ketchup 
pouring it over keys lost
affliction to ones calling good evil
bees do sting the unfortunate 

our bodies universes traverse
whilst conference rooms, malls shatter
queues are long for dead flesh and chips
tears silent salt in encrypted veins
they run corridors of dollars
dark is night as it passes midnight
put not bitter for sweet as room reaches sky 



[Prompt : Isaiah 5:20 / Anthony Biaanco
HONORABLE MENTION : Standard Contest 
March 26 ]

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Paige Hind February 19, 2026 at 7:47 PM What a metaphor!! I can see how the room is either light or dark, but in the dark you can turn on light!! I love how you write raw to prove a point. <3

Daniel Henry Rodgers February 19, 2026 at 11:26 AM Dear Ghairo, a fierce, dreamlike logic — s creates a world that feels both surreal and sharply observant. I love how you use contrasts, bitter and sweet, dark and light, flesh and spirit to question what we call truth and what we mistake for it. Unsettling in the best way, and full of conviction. A striking, thought-provoking work. Winter Blessings, Daniel Ghairo Daniels February 19, 2026 at 3:21 PM I really appreciate your insightful reads, Dear Sir Poet. Makes writing worthwhile or I sit like a spider doing fabric work. Summer Blessings, Ghairo.