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1874….
The spectacularly lacey ferns rose up and fluffed themselves as self-appointed front-drops to the hidden cave.
Thus insuring this scene would remain a secret, secluded, unvisited spot for the next four or five hundred years, having no idea both parents had found this spot when they were his age.
2286…
A young girl with long curly hair, brown eyes, splashes of freckles, and curiosity a yard long re-discovered his Magic Cave, only she named it “Twinkle Pretty Cave.”
Neither realized that this cave in the back forty acres of their relatives’ property was always discovered by twelve and a half year olds. And especially never realizing that she would soon forget “Twinkle Pretty Cave” existed
The cave only showed itself to twelve and a half year olds, but when they turned 15 or drank their first drop of alcohol, whichever came first, they would promptly forget it, as it was a childhood place.
The cave laughed, thinking of all the twelve and a half year olds that were to keep coming, because they never stopped. They had been coming ever since she could remember. And they would just keep coming.
Sat here again screwing over what I’ve lost
Mad enough too scream sad enough too tear
Inside I’m annoyed heartbroken and cross
as of the point of no return I’m well clear
I was in a place isolated in pain
Comfy in a social group to then stray
those faces consistent in my life never changed
but the friendships they represented went strange
When I was needing and weak
labelled pathetic attention seek
after their broken legs and heads lost from reality
for years I’d been looking outwardly
but I didn’t see it come back too me
It was all about them and I’d been naive aiding
self centred, I learnt when I needed saving
hypocrites judging any wrong in how I was behaving
telling their opinions spread too see me then cave in
Refusing to acknowledge my situation
they were selfish
but telling everyone put eyes on me
and suddenly they’re selfless
It was all about reputation not friendship
those whom I befriended left me friendless
So I’m sat here again chewing over what I lost
mad enough too scream sad enough too tear
Inside I’m confused heartbroken and lost
mad enough too scream sad enough too tear
12/22/14
Props to the original Baggins
And his bravery towards the dragons
While he could've stayed behind with the wagons
Just a hobbit and quite the comic
But he should've watched it
And use all logic
Before trying to put on the ring inside of his pocket
Because another was unfortunate and lost it
This made him scathing mad
As he continued aging and
Inside a cave in the hills, far away from any raging sands
Originally had a name
But overtime he had changed
And was no longer the same
They didn't know what else to call him
Except for Gollum
Because he had fallen
And became solemn
Meanwhile the orcs
Marched with force
After coming into contact with the source
Of all evil from the North
The bell continued to toll
As the trolls
Looked to take all souls
With a heart darker than coal
During the events
The mist was dense
And full of suspense
But the ents that were immense
Put in their sense
And helped their allies get across the fence
Here we go again
Around the bend
It didn't end
In the eyes of children, ladies and men
Who could be considered a trusted friend?
By: Dalton Ogletree
Be brave.
My light in your darkness,
shivers before these winds.
Warm your hands and slow the death,
until these nights all flee.
Be brave and part your lips.
Drown my soul and wipe those tears.
Rise for me and not feel grief,
take these steps as life is brief.
Thieves will try and take your peace,
but I still stay and can not cease.
Lift that chin, do not cave in,
letting go is your life of sin.
Though I know these nights are grim,
as I’ve been noticing your grin,
turn into a dim light that flickers.
Smile one time so bright,
to love a heart that simmers,
from the fires that you lit.
I miss the bits,
we had, between us two.
Though what’s sad is you,
saw the first two breaths of forever,
which you threw.
You were calm, when I was through.
I do not know if you’re the victim,
or if you’re the cruel.
Either way I’ve been a fool,
I will not sink for whom let me pursue, my doom.
I will not live for cowards, who dare not speak their truth,
rather hide, stay silent then try to bend my views.
I suppose the only news that matter,
is if you’re brave enough to win a heart that’s shattered.
Broken glass cuts,
but the view outside this darkness is worth the hurt.
Be brave,
be brave and do not fall slave to these ill vines.
Even life falls to ash, before the fleeting time.
Do not try to find peace, where they’re all blind.
Do not think you’re alone, in your cold mind,
I am there with you and it’s all fine.
Darkness crawls faster, as moments fly by.
I can no longer suffer, or wish for peace to find,
me, unchanged and still as kind.
Take my hands before I fall and cross my finish line.
God is with the righteous, so we’re all right.
do not fear the judgement, of those who can die.
All sins forgiven before her eyes,
and she shared a little wisdom so I too can try.
These are my last words, my hail Mary.
Do not let in those who only have envy.
Our roads are scary and very long,
but they all lead to a place we both call home.
Written: August 12, 2023
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I fitfully stumble through bramble and briar.
Cut by the cold promise of a lost season's fire,
It says it will lead me where I must roam.
Into our perennial place by the fire at home.
where memories of beauty before the fall,
Are alive and vibrant, standing tall.
A journey through thorns that may prick and tear
But I'll tread with courage, for love will be there.
The path may twist, with darkness in its wake.
But I'll follow the light, for love's sake.
Through tangled vines and tangled thoughts,
I'll push through the bramble, no matter the cost.
Beyond the thorns, there lies a treasure.
A sanctuary of love and pleasure.
A hidden world, where dreams come alive
Where the heart finds solace—love will thrive.
As I walk this path, a bird begins to sing.
Its mottled wings softly brushed away sorrow's sting.
Its melody fills the air—a sweet and soothing sound.
Guiding me forward as I journey around.
Through the bramble and briar, I'll forge my own way.
With hope as my compass—I'll not beat astray.
For in the evergreen of us, I find strength and peace.
A refuge from the chaos, a place of release.
The memories of beauty—fuel my desire.
To sustain pushing forward—to never tire.
In a world of anguish, frustration, and despair,
I'll continue to walk—love is always there.
Through swirls and tribulations—I'll persist.
Knowing that love's warmth cannot be missed
So, I'll stumble and fall—but I won't cave in.
I wish that love's journey is worth the pain.
Keep thinking, keep interested, keep praying, keep dreaming. Be mentally sensitive at all times so that the magic word that motivates you may one day speak to your deep inner self. Norman Vincent Peale
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Keep faith and brace to initiate your wave.
Stay resilient—reject to succumb or cave.
Dwell directly down the desire you have set.
Venture for your ambitions without regret.
Strive to weather any obstacle or spree.
Undying faith and clear aims are success key
Implies sacrifice, commitment, and skill too
These are critical to an edge or breakthrough.
Fulfill your goals, none is vain if you believe.
No drag can be dealt and no dole can deceive.
After exertion—there is no desultory vitality.
Never settle for a skewed version of reality.
I was supine simply—staring at the wall.
Blinding lights shatter the glass hall.
Growing an overwhelming feeling of fear.
I still close my eyes and dream of sheer
Strolling in a dense woodland as it gets dark
Bright stars and an orange moon draw a spark.
Anything in my close vicinity is lively and alive.
Soaked and at peace, with no drive to strive.
The faded history will be right in our grasp.
The faults and lofty goals no longer unclasp.
In the deepest, darkest world, there is no fear.
I am presently unfettered, resistant, and clear.
Living this way would have been flawless.
Relishing the splendor, peace, and aweless.
Realizing that our destiny is in His control.
Trusting His epic might bestow souls console.
Embrace the light of faith—let fears starve.
Dreaming, wishing, and aiming may carve
That's why I keep trying; it's due to one desire.
A dream of freedom and justice never conspires.
If you have faith, your dreams will come true.
And boldly uncover the potential inside you.
Thus, resist the urge to cave up and cave in.
Keep your faith and let your adventure spin.
I want to dream like a child used to do.
I want this world to become a home for me and you.
No wars and chaos, peace does emerge.
A bounty land feeds those in crave.
I dream to build a palace on top of monolith mountain.
Not a shovel that can be moved by strong wind.
It is sorrounded by transparent lake,
Birds are serenading each morn I awake.
I dream to cave in my loneliness under the moonlit shadow.
Embrace the coldest night beside the shore.
And make a wish to a falling star.
A prince charming will come to fill this empty heart.
I dream to rest in the arms of someone I loved.
Lying together in a green meadows,
Watching our children playing around.
Let the world stop turning awhile.
I dream to travel the world, and be a superstar.
Write a poems, a lyrics of love.
Watch the stars in the night.
And dream that we can be forever young!
Do you
Think
They noticed me?
I mean
I noticed
Them
Perfectly
Perfect
The epitome
Of beauty
Without lifting a finger
Their skin
As clear
As my delusions
Why did I
Pick
This dress?
How did I
Walk out of the house
With the smile of “I look pretty”?
They must think
This bow in my hair
Looks idiotic
Plus the
Holding my sweater
In front of me
To hide
My not
Spindly frame
Do you
Think
They noticed me?
I mean
How could I
Not notice them?
Their plates
Were never
Full
So I
Overflowed a napkin
And made sure to throw it away
Or cleaned up
My lipstick in the bathroom a few times
If I did cave in
If I left now
Do you think
They’ll notice me?
Like
Leave
And not say anything?
They definitely wouldn’t
Notice me
Then
Some people have 'the look' and exemplify 'the part' for a lifetime.
The curtain has opened; their 'stage of life' unfolds, and the role they
seem destined to play, is set on autopilot with predictable outcomes.
Some others don't turn out the way they started.
Their personalities seem to take on a different being when
their environment changes. Their once WITHDRAWN persona
somehow escapes the narrow cave in which they were born.
In high school, their true FEELINGS seemed mostly SHROUD,
and any notion of freeing them from what seems a state
of DEPRESSION was out of the question. Nothing seemed to
ever excite them, and it appeared as if they were sold into
slavery and doomed to a life of MELANCHOLY.
They were never accused of being anti-social, but they certainly
were not very sociable. Their personal view of the world or even
their community was always totally GRIM, and their best
outlook on the world at large was sad and GLOOMY.
Notwithstanding, there are many who break free from the inward
WISTFUL state and become vocal leaders with broad opinions. From
wounded wings and borders of limitation, they rise and soar like eagles.
They tune into their creator, and discovering the purpose for which
they were born, deposit their unique contributions to their world.
052523PSCtest. Emile Pinet. Contest Name, Eight Word Challenge
Apocalypse Beans
Sometimes it seems
your chest is about to cave in.
You try to catch a breath but
your heart flutters like a dry leaf;
Just more suburban undulations;
Dressed down for a slow blues song.
Apocalypse Beans sizzle on the fire.
Life has such trying interludes,
when it seems you can’t go further.
You are so tired and scared,
you can hardly urinate at dawn.
Your mind begins to see
air movies of the dead ascending;
Crawling out of cracked tombs
dressed sedately for the soirée.
A million funerals go by with
skeleton girls sucking on pixy stix.
Madness angels in garters pass over
sleeping streets searching for blood trees.
Stallion-dressed men-dogs chase down
old octogenarians for bones and wisdom teeth.
Fear worms from hell come slinking,
Oozing out of a million eye sockets,
Sucking blood and brains sifting
through transparent wires attached
to rubber-hosed machines in musty rooms.
A million funerals moan inside the old graveyard
adjacent the First Methodist confines.
Gum-chewing embalmers gather
to sing a torch song to the driveling and the dying.
Sometimes it seems
I can hear the female choirs singing,
their high-pitched Latin refrains again.
They stand erect in the choir loft fingering missals.
The young girls up there,
wear choir togs and slithering plaid beanies.
They read the notes and eye the glowing boys below.
Jesus and the stained glass ghosts look up from earth.
Apocalypse Beans sizzle on the fire.
Their cackle reamed with burning forget-me-nots.