ALMIGHTY GIVE TO ME THE LIFE THE BREATHER OF LIFE ALMIGHTY I NEED HIM TONIGHT PROCEED "THE RIGHT BELIVE IT OR NOT HE WILL. DON'T STOP.SO WATCH WAT COMES TO THE DARK. COMES TO THE LIGHT. WAY BRIGHT HE WHO CONQUERS ALL" THINGS ALL" MEANS" NO NEED TO WORRY! ES I WILL FLOSS AND BOSS AND BOMB QUICK IN A HURRY.HE WHOS RULES THIS EARTH WORTH ME.NO NEED TO WORRY FLOSSING PUTTING UNDER ROCK BOTTOM.WATCH HOW I SOLVE EM
I GET LOST ON EM NEVER BOTHER YOU CAN STUNT ON ME.FLOSS A G BY THE END OF THE WEEK I'LL HAVE YOU ON BOTH OF UR KNEES ASKING GOD PLEASE WHY IT HAD TO COME TO THIS WHAT MUST I DO
city
modern, vibrant
bursting, bustling, taxing
centre, skyscraper, landscape, nature
relaxing, lounging, calming
serene, tranquil
countryside
21 June 2019
Fluffy puffy furry ball of playful hungry silly doggie doll
He seldom seems to use his snout
Breathing from his smiling mouth
Heavy panting with big soft eyes
Sloppy kisses and deep sighs
The little dog with a puppy face
His cuteness cannot be replaced
Trots around with stubby legs
Eats fast like little pigs
Kinky hair that always curls
A short tail that wags and twirls
Kublia is a silly boy
His mouth breathing might annoy
But smiling playful doggie toy
Fills your heart with laughter and joy
Two late night decaf coffees
Toasts with crunchy peanut butter
A long sigh after a long day
Kids are all in bed
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Trapped, confined in an acute establishment, a minor prison
filled with caramel desks and single colored painted walls
Sunlight is unavailable, a myth
amusement and talking are forbidden
only blinding ceiling lights and a cold winter wind lingers on
simulating a haunting of sorts
I find myself actively, actually counting
every second, minute, hour
till the bell sounds the end of the day
I can't begin to explain how much I've had enough
I want to be on my way, another day like this I cannot take
for even I, the breather am nothing but a loner in here
These gazes falling upon me, I can live without
The murmurs and whispers surrounding, give it up, they mean nothing
fourteen minutes left, fourteen brings back so many memories
but time, press fast forward
I'm sick of life going so slowly
since I feel like I'm floating on an ocean, isolated
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