sweet smile, bright eyes
own style, street wise,
the splinter in her
index finger sprouted to
a tiny green tree
plucked and replanted until
milled to embed a finger
Something soft to give
Recoil/repulse
Parachutes
Are for girls
Draped in billowing clouds
Of silk linen and lace
I am a storm
Wrapped in black hide
Hides me
Easy to brush off
After a crash landing
She reads with voracious appetite
she has the patience of an angel
~ her future is looking bright
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
life’s a rush,
and i’m in the middle of it.
sixteen—
they call it the flower of youth,
but honestly, i just feel like
my roots pushing through stone,
small, stubborn,
aching for light
in a world too heavy.
the clock runs faster than me.
classes, books, exams,
every note i take feels like
a brick i’m laying
for some future house
i don’t even know the shape of.
my mind is hungry,
i feed it every day.
words, poems, philosophers,
all the questions nobody dares to ask out loud.
i’m trying to make myself
into something solid,
while still soft enough
to feel everything.
sometimes it’s beautiful
the thought that i’m blooming,
that every word i write
is a petal unfolding in silence.
sometimes it’s terrifying,
what if i bloom too late,
or bloom wrong,
or the world never even notices i grew?
and still, i run.
sometimes without knowing
where the finish line is.
but maybe that’s the point,
that life isn’t about the answers,
it’s about the rush,
the blooming,
the daring to grow
while time refuses to slow down.
and maybe, just maybe,
one day i’ll look back
and see that all along
i wasn’t just running—
i was becoming.
There was a girl in a night club,
Who tripped in that crowded pub.
She bruised her left arm,
But laughed off the harm,
And danced while a dog ate her grub.
well hello there ~ wowza girl
and a very good morning to you
is that a new dress !
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
For it is just another dream, that i do not wanted to sleep
Rigid past and cultural anemonies, wow that is so bad
Well, I have met this girl, after I tried to take it all
For myself ever never thought love would be a choice
Something made me swirl, for the emotions to come
For something myself never regret coming from
It was about and never from 2024, nor 25
It is about the present, something I hope would never seen
Where I cried in my pillows, the short message spanned
More weeks? More years? i do not know
I just want her near me - not obsessed for sure
But love is clear, I never wanted her time - presence commits
It may be, so something, that clearly uncommon
That this chances would come, for me to change myself
Upon the misery, the wisdom cannot help
But my heart trembles and I know it is not deaf
Give a chance - a man would wanted, or maybe more years.
Every little girl has one wish
They try it to see how it feels
It could be plastic or cardboard
It could be bright, shiny metal
No matter what, she sees a beautiful crown
She could become a princess
Honored when her daddy bows to her
For a few minutes, she is royalty
In her mind, no matter what she does in life
She will always be the only princess
Just because her daddy says she was.
© Poem XIV/IX/MMXXV
LRET
she is always bragging about her hick town
where everyone knows you and there is only one frown
I am from Texas where boasting is what we do
trying to outbrag this small- town girl is wearing me blue
she is always bragging about her hick town
where everyone knows you and there is only one frown
I am from Texas where boasting is what we do
trying to outbrag this small- town girl is wearing me blue
A girl with a giggle so grand,
Tripped on her own feet and landed.
She fell with a spin,
Then let the dance begin.
And twirled with the crown close at hand.
She doesn't want to be normal
To be known as sensible
There is nothing she won't do
No joke, she will not tell
To her, insanity is normal
Normality is insanity
When she dies, she has one request
Find the brightest, gaudiest outfit around
Add some glitter and rhinestones
And bury her face down with her ass in the air
Maybe a small sign with an arrow
Showing people where her ass is
So they can all kiss it for her
© XI/IX/MMXXV
LRET
I'm not in need,
of inevitability
of planting a seed
when the weeds.....
I step through
a horror show,
of this proud
of show and tell.
I become greener,
as the weather
is stormier,
I hate this world
and the way you hurl
the abuse when I'm
the storm and voice
to an inner chaos
carries the echoes....
....wet clothes.....
hair dripping wet
I can't think
I carry no bets
to their perversions,
she was just a friend.
I ruined it completely
with this damn poetry.
A coffee in the subtle,
doesn't carry a title,
and I miss those moments.......
I miss the bus-stop cheap feeds
and I never carried that seed,
I just loved you as you were
and not as a Goddess of her.....
I feel this wave of rage
why put yourself inside that cage
turing you in sweet liquid
bottled perfume with you in it
they sell you for a lesser price
cross the counter to lesser wives
even when they smell like you
there better lies will shine through
and I’m left in this room
with an empty bottle of perfume
still your stuck in my nose
in my mind and in my clothes
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