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One night I had a dream
A legion of demons chasing me
In the middle of night in the woods
Stumbling on the ghostly tree roots
I was running in a nightmarish daze
Dry branches scratching my face
Tying my arms with whitish charms
Of spider webs scattered
Loose in the thickness of night
I felt the wind touching my face
In a mortal terrifying chase
I was about to escape
But the earth opened wide
And I fell in to the water pool
Reflecting green face of the moon
Laughing at me in a loud
Echoing cold chuckling sound
The water embraced me
And kissed my cheeks
I felt my mother’s arms
Around me for a moment
Of sweet comforting relief
But then I woke up in freezing
Water holding my arms
Tied in a knot behind my back
in a strange eerie way
That happens in dreams
When you can fly
But you can’t scream
With mouth open wide
And words stuck in my throat
Dry chapped lips
Begging for escape
But no sound leaving my chest
I tried to get break of the
Hold of freezing waters
With my eyes open wide
Holding on the branches
Of the trees tops high in the sky
Where I saw the first rays of sun
Breaking the horizon line
Hanging on the hope
Not to lose the sight
Till morning comes
So my dream can be broken
In to pieces like a scattered glass
and locked in the dark corner
where nightmares belong
So I can wake up in the morning
And not remember
Last night’s terrifying journey
Written: December 30, 2024 for Contest Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Fearful individuals may find claustrophobic environments enticing. He battled his formidable opponent Cacoethes for the final two furlongs and won. By Poet
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Time vanishes softly, as inky fog at dawn!
In an instant, life is twisted sans pretense.
Finally, the long-awaited time has drawn!
Obsessed by an unrivaled urgency sense.
If every tree in every forest could be a man!
And every single stalk of greenery is a pen.
If all the leaves on each vine and tree dewy!
Shifting to a fragment of pablum is hooey.
Who seeks an ember if you have a fireplace?
Drained cheeks ignited the sparks that drew.
wolves and cubs engage in an iron wall mace.
My roosts kept a modest sneak-in under view.
With gentle hands, she cradles me tight.
A fleeting form of a fading sketch in twilight.
Each vertebra is a tower, a dainty delight.
She sketches my shapes in the depth of night.
This time of vulnerability, to lend and stake.
Were morrow...a halcyon after-saga of tonight.
Warm, awe-inviting rule kisses summer sake.
A dreary, aureate opulence accentuates the plight.
With each eerie shudder, my world feels right.
Muscles tensed, then yielded to my fight.
Unraveling the katabatic abyss from sight.
In softness and poise, our hearts bear flight.
Fanciful as a fabulous facade in golden sapphire.
Amid a seraphic secret, sealing a silken time.
Sparkle smiles in the forlorn orchid oasis fire.
Oiling, wooing Romeo-Juliet as equinox intime.
Her chapped lips suss, a whisper so slight.
Fingers flutter as flowers, a fragile delight.
A cherubic child in her arms, a joy, in her glow.
Amid ambrosial amorists, we waltz in the snow.
Dusk rises, pushing light back to reveal moonlight.
Boundless ash waned, but a watchful gaze remain.
My gasp, a blaze is out, and I'm going for the night.
Divine light dispels worries, allowing verve to sustain.
Balcony beckons, and brisk breezes bite.
I caress the soft breeze as our souls ignite.
Yet, a scent softly settles, as shadows shiver.
Underneath unkempt nails, darkness sliver.
Leaving feels like losing you and leaving feels like lonely,
The closest thing to calm I have are nights when you're there to hold me.
Contact feels like grounding, your embrace feels like Safety.
God knows I haven't felt enough of that lately.
Leaving feels like cords severed.
Heart string and a hollow pit in my stomach,
The ache to be near you and wish that I wasn't.
So f'd up, so f'ing insane.
Every time you leave it leave imprints on my brain.
Co-dependent personality.
Thats my diagnosis,
Do you know what that means?
It means when I'm alone I feel hopeless.
I can't help that the pressure drops me to my knees.
I can't stop the intrusive thoughts that make it hard to breathe.
I'm sorry that my first solution is always su!c!de.
Because this is not a world I ever wanted to reside.
I take the meds that are supposed to fix this chemical imbalance,
Every memory I have is a trauma response and I'm aware its f'ing tragic.
I never learned how to cope with the truth,
Or how everytime I offer my body I feel used.
I am held together by this blanket of scars.
Begging someone to see them for what they are.
My ribs. My thighs. My wrist. My eyes.
Do you know how hard it is to lie?
I'm not alright.
I'll promise you forever but I want to leave today.
I want to leave right now.
I dont want to feel this way.
Because the closest thing to peace I had was with a razor to my wrist.
Enough alcohol to drown the screaming past my chapped lips.
I dont mean to dwell but did that feel nice,
It was probably the pills cause I dont know what else went down that night.
I just know that it felt warm and I felt safe knowing I'd never wake up.
Never feel that heart ache of being told to "get back up"
I know being su!c!dal is not helping my case.
But your honor, if I'm honest.
I f'ing hate this place.
I repeat cycles and hurt everyone who's close.
I push the only people who care about me away, This is not a life I would have chose.
I get it.
I promise that I do.
But when I tell you that its me.
Please don't ever think its you.
Will you remain with us, Scandies Rose?
We'll always be your rugged salty crew,
chapped by the ocean's kiss.
You were our mainstay and our vessel,
you faded down the depths with us.
The sea with her surface of blue glass,
of swells of tempests-
Our sweet Rose,
twenty foot seas and icing,
forty mile per hour winds.
You were listing on your starboard side,
and now the oceanic beauty has our bodies
in her tidal bosom.
The sun gifts the brine golden,
yet, there was never a promise to return to
a misty welcoming harbor.
Neath eve stars,
our wives awakening from dreams without
rest.
Our children's faces stream with tears
trickling down into the receiving seas of
our spirits.
Will the mysteries, the finality of the deep
turn them to another life on land?
In the moss-green waves,
in the seabird's cries our souls
are sealed.
Yet, Poseidon's loss,
as we are everlasting sons
of our Lord's keep. ~
Oh
Your whimsical
Words and whiles and ways
Are like Vaseline on a chapped baby's bum
Or camomile on sunburn skin
Conservative journeys traversing the vacuum
On the dark side of the moon
Only the true believers
Are destined to see
If Apollo goes to plan
And the shuttle lands
The future is in your hands
Fire up the marching band
And make a stand
For a return to mother earth
Re-entering in a blaze of firework glory
The countdown where Rockets left
Sound a crack of warrant thunder
No more under
The spell of magic
The whimsical reside
Man has been to the other side
And there is no going back
The heaven's are no longer black
Back to the motherland
Where the only thing to fear
Is conquering army's
That fund exploration
Frozen in my memory like the last frost of winter
I find out sadly how a red rose can give a splinter
When the chapped lips of love lose their honey,
there is no one there to make December sunny
Dozens of red roses appearing in loom, hindsight
from the one who has grown them without lament
From a woman ignited by passion, claiming right
To an existent gasp of daylight, his love's indent
Woven in golden threads, it was a life well spent
my heart blooms every day with sweet roses red
life was good as a garden grew beneath our tent
until winter arrived, then everything went dead
Thawing in my memory is a rose that didn't die
it harbors still the kiss, of a virgin's piercing cry
Blistering winds arrive, when a gardener desists,
A once pure red rose without Him, cannot exist .
Dec 12, 2021
Sappy swet got me yucking
coming down off the high
see thats what Im
feeling
so emotional
jealousy and possessiveness
that's what I'm
thinking of
doing this and doing that
Obsessives and stalking
An unhealthy codependency
thaats what your kinda love
means to me
neglecting others focusing
on ya'll selfishness
forgetting me
tryna make me miss
aint that simple
you wanna be with him
don't come running back
to me again
it's toxic
and unhealthy
it's mean and deceptive
sweet sappy love affairs
love you one minute
than they don't care
come back to me
ooh you still want it
troubling the still waters
of my emotions
say you love me
what about him
gonna grab your thangs
gone back to him
Sappy sweet up on the high
then it goes down, down
as time goes by
choppy out there
rough and chapped
take your proper materials that's
where it's at
gone show-off
leave me a lone
bittering me
from that sappy sweet
Fell in Love wiff de Music
Written by:
Narrativa Stronza
Tickles to Tears Music Co.
Sappy Sweet Album Co.
Lovers Narrative
Performed by
Marriage Minded Men
a collaborative music group
production.
Used with permission
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Professional Men
Courtsey of Ooh Yeah Music
Tangles the Onion Peeler
used with permission
by UpChart and Bankez
Courtesy of Allure & SeaDucc Music Co.
Videoes are Ya'll LLC
Could beliefs be wrong
I've survived for too long
in a world full of conflicts,
wilting nascent innocence--
with venomous fearful experiences..
Broken dreams crawl to breathe
inflicted with harsh realities
unaware of masked conspiracies
in fiery oceans of betrayal,
now pound against my sanity
floating to silver stars--
they shiver to exist in probabilities..
Diminishing hopes entangled
in twisted vague ropes
digging deeper in graves
of deceased memories with pain,
now wander on ghostly roads
to bury my doubts in deserts--
they struggle to break free from paranoia..
Banished desires shriveled
in cobwebs of perturbed fate
drowning me in labyrinths
of mourning wails of apathy,
now stand valiantly in pain
to discard thorns of memories--
they peep to bloom on a sparkling dawn..
Dreams, desires, hopes
now faded pages in my book
rest in secret dreams
when my old soul knocks
on doors of crimson agony,
raging embers of morose scars
fester my wounds in tyranny,
blood red scuffles of anguish
drench my chapped lips to revive--
buried spears hurled at me..
I've walked an unrelenting journey
obliviating desolate scars
melting stormy whiplash
with exuberant hope of love.
I've vowed to discard that fragment
tossing my miserable frozen chunks
rolling forth with fervent streams
on midnight along a canopy
to fly afar and find my shore.
I've paid my last visit
to broken twigs of dissolving fears
begging for atonement in mercy
swooshing with cushions of dried leaves.
I've wiped the wailing stories
retreating into resurrection
soothing whispers healed my infliction
from hurricanes of exile.
I'm tired I'm tired
I need to move on
to disperse afar
like dandelion seeds.
Unshackled from your anchor
my ship in stormy seas
releases a victorious incandescence
manifested by shimmering strength
of the hurt you'd inflicted upon me..
August 6, 2020
INFLICTIONS Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
~Winner: 1st Place
Faux lashes, little arrows to the heart.
Cradling her sternum, bleeding so kindly.
Love knows where to aim.
I'd tell you I'd run marathons, only for my breathing to become an enclosure.
I'd tell you of the wild things in my head and you'd laugh and say "my home is not a quiet place for rampage."
I'd respond, only with frowning eyes, ears perked for an apology from the mouth that hurts.
While you'd stay empty hearted, pouring it down the drain.
I apply lipstick to chapped lips, rubbing blush into the cheekbones of the girl of the year.
You can spot her eyes in the many who gaze.
They still taste of her, reek of her perfumed haze.
And yet as girl of the year, no man could love a woman so ablaze.
It’s such season. Even during those long and gray rainy days,
in the drought under the scorching sun, and in the storm that visited with the great flood; the bad seed sown in the springtime holds out till his hour has come with teeth clenched, it took the root in the ground deeply and clutched the high wind with its body, limbs, and twigs. But now, time has grown, and it has turned into red to ripen. And fallen onto earth with decay.
It’s the time of end with so much in need of need. For a flag of evil
torn by an abandoned wind has lost its way, and importunate vindictiveness
fades with the fallen leaves which were writhing on earth that grows harder
with the last breath to find a place to dig, nevertheless, there is not even
a drop of water to wet the chapped lips; nevertheless, no one comes
to help close the eyes which are out of focus.
It’s the wretchedness in the rain. In such a solitary hour that even
the setting sun lost its glory. The torn evil flag was going with reciting dirge
to blaspheme God, demolishes the thickened clay wall, struggles desperately,
and set down the coffin of the sorrowful vindictiveness.
It’s the season of tragic Hellenic mythology. There is no way to fill up
the space between wall and wall, and sick fallen leaves tramps through
the other fallen sick leaves, and the sorrowful maternity has to strangle
her own born child to death.
Nibbling a displeased fruit the rain is falling
and the fallen leaves under the foot are collapsing.