A bundle of nerves tied in a knot as tight and as tangled as eldredge, around my neck, while the fuss of the life around me drowns me to chaos still. I go into waters so deep it gets hard to swim back up. The minuscule parts of my muscle throb and fight my being in a different kind of pain, wanting to be freed. Wanting to run a direction so divergent we may never find our way back home. And yet the longing for a explicit homestead stays.
The head of mine is participation to an all-time war, that only and only asks for my sanity as its reward. Every bone in my body gets the signal through every other fiber, to shut it up!...and yet I can't.
I think about jumping off of very tall somethings, but a voice in my head laughs at my own visions of a certain indiscretion. Like a breed of my own monsters calling out my cowardice. While a soft, warm being hides behind the door forcibly closed with locks too hard for her to open. She knows something I don't.
The volume, pressure, expansion, contraction- nothing works through the cavity. Nothing bleeds for lucidity, only for the curse I cage myself with.
his mockery was vermin that the smuggler forcibly humming sharksucker
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 24–30, 2026)
ALLITERATIVE CINQUAIN Aug 24
could crabbedness credibly crumpled caring centre?
forcibly fluttering faultily from faintness
manorial monsignor modified my misdirection mockery
sapient sandboy serious statice smuggler
teenaged tassel through to their thirties
on a hike in albuquerque he was forcibly venturesome with me . I crumpled from faintness at his desirableness : would you ?
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 24–30, 2026)
What if I did?
would the world fall?
the sun blazing
through my skin,
would find its way over
The horizon again.
Forcibly self restrain my breathing
screaming, end me.
But
the stars
Deny me entry
And rise. Nothing changes
So I remain
Tethered to life
by this friend-
Fear.
OMNISCIENT OMISSION
My poem forcibly removed from the
text book by a higher authority.
Like a deleted scene cut from of a
film reel of an old movie.
To be lost and never found again.
The themes of the anthology no
longer being fully explored or
understood.
How history can repeat itself.
Comparable to the Nazis.
All copies must be destroyed.
The words I spoke
and the words I wrote.
Torn from the pages.
Torn from my hand.
Torn from the student’s minds.
Ironic how English teachers do not
understand the English of my work,
yet they teach the violent tragedies of Shakespeare…
“How shall I murder him, Iago?”
“Romeo must not live.”
“Macbeth does murder sleep."
Now, all that Remains is a page as
blank as closed minds…
“This page is left intentionally blank.”
I've found that the hardest thing for me to master is physical pain.
Because it speaks more loudly to body, mind, and soul.
I cannot shout it down nor forcibly push it away.
But in steady patience and humility
I can last it out with equanimity.
And once it becomes quiet
That quiet will be
The only thing
That ever
was.
Christopher M. Swan 2009
Love flushes through the air, smiles and affection flowing the air
The Sakura-fubuki petals flowing through the skies and ground, like family to each other with laughter and ignorance
I wanted to be free just like the blossoms and dandelions or be sharp as roses being pampered and cared for, rather than as a decoration and having my petals flown around forcibly
Everyone's love and freedom gushes freely while I'm stuck with weddings being cherishe, being thrown away and stomped on without the pampered actions of a rose
Thrown and beaten, day by day waiting the days I'll be free
I'll stay as the flowers overlooked by others or rather picked in weddings to be ruined of my beauty
One day, I will be treated equally and be used as petals flowing freely, pampered like roses, and free from the hatred of my stem
In the society where holiness is worshipped,
And independent progressive thinking is condemned.
Be the fire of positivity, illuminating in all its glory,
Strong enough to burn any shackles of bigotry.
In the society, where mythologies are adored,
But people who actually follow the principles are abhorred.
Be the sun that overshadows all sanctimony,
Magnanimous enough in soul to establish harmony.
In the society where people are reduced to mere numbers,
And forcibly caged in narrow walls of encumbers.
Be the phoenix that shatters the glass walls of subjugatory,
Uniting them all to form an eternal, unyielding potential sanctuary.
In the society, where toxicity and oppression have become the norm,
And vital nutrition of the spirit is treated like utter luxury.
Be strong enough to uphold truth and demolish the demon in every form,
Giving voice to millions and saving faith in nature's divine perennialities.
Cornwall Security employee has in daylight today exited work vehicle in thousand oaks to initiate false name using another's forcibly removing public utility access from the army corps of engineers in the United States of America. Per declaration
Removing free speech
Time now is 9:59a.m
Interested parties up to the AFL-CIO and all account holders in California have previously been named defendents
Order of city draw from account concludes upon registration entries of harbor house desk pantry fool reception.
As to whom is eating
Typically "fasting" days, rights and laws devolve internment districting rather astutely in history.
That one has as currency and is currently undergoing the burden of halting on side notes for another's labor in a daylights gaining momentum.
Conjectures reposing argument precludes
1946 United States authorities
chose to exercise freedom of choice
and forcibly relocated 167 Marshall islanders
King Juda he agreed as their voice
from Bikini Atoll east to Rongerik
a small island which adequate resources lacked
with the promise they would return
so much for the U.S. Right of Freedom Act
and with little regard to radiation or fallout
the beautiful coral lagoon's sad fate
was a nuclear weapon testing site
twenty-three tests in all 'til 1958
but scientists miscalculated
a dry-fuel thermonuclear bomb they blew
Waves crash against the ribcage of shore
Where unburied bones play on the beach
The dead swim in shallow pools beneath
Lost Souls never finding their exit door
The living are not welcome to come here
Sometimes they are seen staring from afar
Too many have tried then have disappeared
And death is always what the living fears
From the cliff above the bones are seen
Dancing in the sand, splashing in the sea
Is it a dream or nightmare in unreality
Unexplainable to the living, what does it mean
It means that so much we humans don't know
And even less in which what to believe
Belief is only a product given forcibly
Forced to reap what someone else really sow's
This place of bones called Skeleton Bay
An unexplainable retreat for the dead
A phenomenon unstudied this haunted beach
A place where only the dead meet and play
Written for contest "Bone Beach" 0/25/2024
Hosted by: Anthony Biianco
**WON 1ST PLACE IN CONTEST**
Captain Kirk had lots of nerve
Solving all things with his verve
Until he did split
And then had a fit
He now wore a woman's curve.
Note: Inspired by the Star Trek
episode Turnabout Intruder in which Captain Kirk's insane ex-lover Dr. Janice Lester forcibly switches bodies with him in order to take command of the Enterprise.
He was 6 foot 3.
I was 5 foot 5.
My only thoughts at that moment were staying alive..
Caught in the tenacles of his grip, helpless as I witnessed
my top rip..
My bra lifted up as mammoth paws perspired, my
round breasts exposed, he paused and admired..
"You are beautiful" he said and then forcibly
he pushed down my head..
My face now buried in a groin, male parts exposed.
I caved to his needs with hopes he would go..
One predator preying on a weaker sex.
I was grateful that he hadn't broken my neck..
One vulnerable woman who managed to survive,
in a country where sexual assaults happen to one out of five..
Tip is scary
Feeling forcibly crazy
Nurse flu injection.
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