I want to share my feelings. I love you deeply, but I’m feeling confused. I used to protect my heart and ignore my desires. Now, my financial situation is getting better, and I feel a strong sense of peace. I enjoy my daily life and believe that a higher power is guiding me.
Recently, though, I’ve noticed a change in how I feel.
I miss the youthful energy I used to have. I wonder what this means for me.
Some people might call me a “cougar,” but I often feel out of place, stuck behind society’s expectations.
I feel drawn to the idea of forming deeper connections, like with the Dark Horse, without feeling guilty. I treasure the memories that evoke emotions, but I also realize that having a youthful spirit is something to celebrate. Society often misses the value I bring, but I embrace my identity and take pride in my heritage.
In the end, I cherish my free spirit as a precious part of who I am.
Dark Horse run.
Truth can stun
Please don't shun.
Father's son.
Foes surround
Mists confound
One last sound
Black Hawk down.
Soul on fire
Quench desire
Won't pay your price
Soul on ice.
Smear my name
crying shame
cleanse the stain
off track train.
Scandal loose
Can't have truce
Grab at Spruce
jump caboose.
No eagles’ nest,
No place to rest.
Gave my best—
Failed the test.
Atlas shrugged
World unplugged
Blood red sun
Dark Horse run.
“Dark Horse”
The lost poetic find their shadows
hanging on a wall, the darkness
bleeds from tainted feathers of clipped wings
to reveal a fresh page, sharp pristine
words fly coolly following freedom,
a tempting taste of heaven after hell
ensues for a while;
in short spells,
creation occurs in Purgatory
Candide Diderot. ‘25
“….dross being removed from Gold in a furnace.”
Purgatory
Blaring words without letters,
the piecing screams of silence,
her face a waterfall of tears,
anger reaching for its own throat,
looks punching through dry walls.
The roots of rage
pumping bile into dead buds...
just a bad dream, only a dream,
but why do I beat my chest,
and beg for absolution?
The ocean starts to gurgle.
The waters split apart.
The Dark Horse arises
To follow her heart.
The Dark Horse is rising
With a view to go far!
She intends to fight to meet her dreams
Wherever they are...
This was such a shy
And timid creature
Who resided in the sea,
Tossed hither and thither
More oft' than not
By waves of insecurity.
But a ray of light
Has drawn her to the surface.
For somehow she knows
That she has another purpose!
Though she knows not where to start,
In a way, she feels set free!
She is determined to conquer,
To make her quest,
To gain her victory!
The Dems have a real dark horse candidate
Ivanna's plan: Wait 'til it's very late
Take the grandest bow
Make this daring vow
The Kushners will fake America great
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THE KING SHALL SEND HIS MEN TO RESCUE THE fAIRY pRINCESS
SHE SHALL USE HER POWERS TO SUMMONS THE sCARECROW
HE SHALL AVENGE US. tHESE DEMONS SHALL THE BE CASTED BACK INTO HELL.
THEY HAVE MADE VILLAIN OF HIM, SO THE THE WORLD MIGHT SEE THEM AS WHO THEY WISH TO LOVE. hE SHALL BE THEN DEMONIZED BY THE fAIRY pRINCESS HOW SHALL SEE HIS EVIL AND MAKE HIM INTO A MIRE SERVANT TO THE PEOPLE OF THE UNDER WORLD. tHERE HE MIGHT RULE OVER THE SNAKES AND BATS, THE GNATS AND MAGGOTS.
Heave Me Back Home
He grasped the reins across the breadth of me,
recrossed his arms to control the whip and me.
My heart dares not stop, lest I be tangled in the mane.
Dare naught to break the pace of hooves,
now that we've passed the inn, and they,
...heave me back home.
***'Jamaica Inn' where shady and unscrupulous characters reside, and Mary Yellan, their neighbor whose suspicion grows...
2019 May 12
*1st Place*
Free Verse or Rhyme Poetry
~~Eve Roper
Go inside the mind of a man that kills,
Liking cold air bringing neck chills,
the taste that brings death, also brings thrills,
can you feel the feeling of when a man kills?
Would you go that far if the situation was just this,
suffering total loss without any justice,
In a room with a knife and it was just us,
now or never, slash adrenaline rush.
If you were a victim in a crime by a cowered,
no help or support, in time cower to the cowered,
Suffering though innocent as they feed off power,
Would you, one day, avenge this hour?
If 20 years went by do you think you’d feel better,
do you think you’d grow numb and it wouldn’t matter?
While logic and time connects dots, clear is their plot,
time matters not, give them a memory never forgot.
Dark Horse
In the thin space between the hours,
where midnight is done but tomorrow not yet begun,
a dark horse rides,
trampling time as everything resets.
Her ancient hooves tear yesterday to dust.
Her furious nostrils inhale every wasted second, and
whineys them out in fresh garlands of blossoming color and sound,
flowering moments that wheel around the sun,
putting every possibilty back in place,
and the first second strikes!
Image Me a Poem, contest
9-18-2017
Escape into the realm of the curiously strange.
The attentive oddities now relate and no longer estrange.
Phases of laughter riddle the night’s air ready to interchange.
The misplaced youth is greeted with a bizarre exchange.
An exotic like mirror is placed in a willing man's possession
It was once a door into a granted obsession
This uncanny event pushes him to a slow yet alert decision
An affectionate relief gives way to a granted vision
The parallel find gives way to a contemporary escape
Living in the dream world is his new mission to reshape
Nightmarish ghouls attack with a mighty force
The courageous warrior prepares to engage this dark horse
A mighty wind appears as a talking deep voice
"Use the mirror the entity will have to make a choice"
A clamor forces the darkness to see his own brutality
His lurid look into reality was the evil’s fatality
Beside the beaten path, I ride
Passed the followers who robotically glide
Over the rocks, the pebbles, and the stones; goodbye
They make their way home and I the same...the throne
Like programs written by the user
They have one task to fulfill
I write my life on my own keys
The virus you cannot kill
And I'll wiggle my way in
and eat from the inside
Until I'm full and want no more
Until the way is mine
mist in the distance
closer it wave's
A dark shadow catch's my sight
As it flow's over graves
It stop's before me
Breathing out it's fear
creeping silently
on it's horse so near
Horror fills me
Dread and remorse
The dark rider stay's
still on his horse
suddenly i look
Into his deep eye's
Fear and pain leave me
As he stifled my cries
a minute past
My mind so still
Unbridled passion
Take's over my will
Faster he rides
Through the mist of the night
Faster my heart beats
Emotion just right
I've fallen in love
with dark ghost of the dust
i'm gone in a second
To feed his lust
Limerick : Once a Dark Horse in a handicap
Once a Dark Horse in a handicap
Led head, tail and hoof in the last lap
All eyes on winning post
Cameras clicked the most
Horse lost in the negative, so clap !
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
The Dark Horse rises
in the dead of night
to reap his gruesome prizes,
and deliver a terrible fright.
cloaked in the darkest black,
and the bloodiest red.
with his body of bone he's already dead,
and with his scythe he'll hack!
He comes for you
in the black of night,
and what a gruesome sight.
You'll feel fear anew!
He hacks your souls
with his scythe so sharp,
and with them you pay the tolls
to pull away the tarp,
of heaven.
If your souls are black,
and filled with darkness
for eternity he'll hack,
and you are defenseless!
So when the Dark Horse rises
in the dead of night
make sure his prizes
are clear of darkness,
and you just might
receive his forgiveness!
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