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I am less frightened when you are around me in pitch black.
When you are in, like a rat before a cat, I'm anguished.
I feel like I turn into a predator and attack
My very self, and terrorize it till it gets vanquished.
I see, my thoughts, like a thousand serpents, stand furious.
They spray the deadly venom of pessimism. I am gone.
To act upon my impulses, my mind gets curious.
With or without purposeful intent, I am all alone.
Am I thrown into a hell where evil each deed insists?
Have the virtues and values I learned now gone to waste?
Where and where alone does truth, like the purest nectar, exist?
When will I be, with the basking of the brightest spring sun, graced?
It's my prayer to you, dear darkness, to touch the physique well.
Do not pull any soul of a being towards the hell
My fourteen year old daughter was the star of a children's TV show.
But because she grew large breasts, they decided to let her go.
They said that because of her growth spurt, It would be inappropriate for her to be on a children's show.
They said they were sure that I would understand but I was furious and I said "Hell no".
I said that it was discrimination and it was an immoral reason for firing my teenage daughter.
She was more than willing to sue because of the morals that my wife and I have taught her.
It was wrong to fire her because of mother nature's handiwork and the judge agreed.
My daughter was awarded ten million dollars, that was what the judge decreed.
We didn't sue because of the money, we sued to stand up to their discrimination.
When I say that they didn't get away with what they did, It's not an exaggeration.
Agile to the max and once, so skinny and insecure...musing of the past abuse and amusing you don't care at all...sarcasm rolls down my long tongue of lamentation...
Mind over matter and my response is to truly endure from this furious frustration and wicked, wicked elation
Blessings bring me smiles of joy
I am an ambiverted kid, oh boy...
Very much so - exactly - so coy~
Excited and nervous to say the least
Right on, let's have a fervent, fearless feast!!!
Tread the road of recovery with me forevermore - we are never alone
Embarrassed because I made a fool out of me to the core on the phone
Dreaded this moment - I must stand up for what's right and more on my own
Kid's kites in the sky - I'm high in the clouds of thinking-aloud shrouds
Imagine being accepted wholeheartedly in all aspects of life
Desiring peace over strife, though guilt cuts like a knife...I am seeking my future beautiful, wonderful wife...
The Queen Of Emeralds.
Thy mothers name is victoria! So full of strength and love!
Thy mothers voice is that of a songbird, spirit is of queen of storms.
Thy mothers net is one of safety, not just for me and my siblings, however strong enough for all children of the sea.
Thy mothers passion is of furious pain that paints the sky red of dawn's light to twilight dusk!
Thy mothers tears nature and bring forth growth from the frey!!!
Thy mothers love is of nurturement, tiss has the ability to heal even the most detested wounds.
Thy mother can fly with the wrights and right almost any wrong!
Thy mother has predilections of a tigress! Not one of you may touch us or hurt us without the strike of her hammer!
Thy mothers breath is warm as a hearth and her heart furious like a valkyrie!
Thy mother can turn women into men and men into children and back again!
Thy mothers beauty is as the fountain of youth and never stops giving even when drained dry!
Thy mothers heart is her children that to which i am first of eight!
Thy mothers strength is our unity, my siblings and I, we are her song of storms.
My mothers legacy is us and we are each one of her. Don't mess with us, we can breathe nightmares, not just dreams.
Thy mothers reflections are we, and are her, she is me and i am one of many together we are rain amongst her lightning.
Thy love is for thy mother and my brothers and sister! Happy mothers day mom! Your breath ,your strength, your everything is ours and we are yours, we make legions from your womb.
Thank you mama from our hearts to yours, for air we breathe, for earth we walk, for fire in our hearts, for water you nurtured us with, and for being able to be one with you no matter where we are, we are legions we are one!
~Benjamin luke Aguas
The storm comes at midnight
It will be quite a sight if I’m right
Preceding it barely a sight will make many angry and scared
The sight could be anything
…
Ha! Yes, even to those prepared
… You seem confused, let me explain
Lightning will flash in the sky
Which likely will be the revealing of a terrible lie
But truly it will all start with a single voice
Then everyone will have a choice
With the crack of thunder
Every person will choose which side to try to drive asunder
…
Hmm?
…
Now you see I’ve been thinking about this quite a lot
I know being saved will not be bought
You see in an ironic way it is kind funny
What’s coming will be beyond money
…
Ah yes! I’m glad you asked
After the horrible thundering
Worse will come
The storm will hit
As broiling black clouds roll over
Rain will strike the faces already damp
As the angry clouds weep in furious pity
Ribbons of red will wave in every city
… Do you fear?
…
I’m dearly sorry
But here comes a worse part
See the beginning was merely an inevitable start
In comes more lightning and thunder
Each striking with sorry fury
No one away will scurry
…
Because they don’t want to
…
(Sad sigh) Yes… yes… we are all just sorry little fools
…
Ask me more than just “Why?” Elaborate
…
Ah, yes
See the lightning is the light to see
But the thunder is the response
Funnily enough the reveal is destruction’s key
The light does nothing but begins what will come
…
Yes this is the storm
You might wonder how could this have so much damage
Surely the world isn’t in such an unprepared form?
Fools!
Not just you! Look around! Why is it you think we’re so perfectly steady?!?
Not only are we ready with no preparation
It’s been that way so long I can see the clouds already!
Dusk is already past!
Midnight is just an hour off!
…
What?
…
Is it too late?
… No
No it is not
So what are you going to do?
Or, more importantly, is it worth saving?
I thought I had mama all to myself, but when we got home
from the cuddly place where we had spent my first several hours,
there were all kinds of weirdos grabbing at me.
One of them is wearing the worst smelly perfume and it makes me mad
Putting me in a foul mood.
Why would anyone dunk themselves in a bottle of cologne
Before they grab up a baby?
She is rubbing me against her stinky body.
MOMMY!
I am getting ready to howl
my most angry howl.
MAWWWWWMMMMMY!
Wha! Wha! What!
What is wrong with this woman?
Why is she holding on?
There is one other strategy I can use.
I scrunch up my face muscles as hard as I can.
Aha! Now my smell rivals hers.
Yes, I am going back to Mommy, but
I will give her one lingering glare.
I am furious with this Grandma person…
Written April 20 2019
Baby Face What Cha Thinkin 2 Contest
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Sponsor: James Edward Lee Sr.
I'm alone with my thoughts at the moment, wondering how to keep them all like ducks in a row inside my head! Argh! They come a mile a minute, raging like a furious flood, doing somersaults! My brain, scrambled eggs.
feeling so confused
can't keep my thoughts together
what is happening!?
Haibun - Pick Your Theme Poetry Contest (Winner: Honorable Mention)
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
Prose word count: 40
Haiku syllable count: 5/7/5
Checked on www. howmanysyllables.com
Date written: 07/26/2020
I am the ultimate fabricated furious me
Hiding my weathered, worn, wonderful sides
Pulling out the slow downs, hoe downs and stops
Dropping myself cleverly into convenience paths
Of newness and wise women truths
I am readily unafraid to reveal my whole self to others
Insane? Of course, I am, in many directions.
But in the ways that matter, I am quintessentially sane.
Normal? What is that? I scoff and throw back my head.
Do not tamper my enthusiasm and exuberance.
I am childlike, not childish. The guidelines I give myself are used often.
I am full of wonder and joy. Don’t let my physical appearance fool you.
Hannah bashed her dolls’s faces on concrete, ripping off Barbie dolls’ heads and cutting their hair so they looked ugly
She also killed little lizards on their yard. But nobody ever saw her doing those things and she always looked very calm and relaxed
Destructive emotions running in her head she was furious, very angry and mad
But having a perfect pretty face and blonde hair nobody could’ve ever imagined that she could do something so bad
Hanna had become very good at wearing her poker face to hide what was going on inside her head, turmoil and terror
She had practiced to smile for a long time in front of the mirror
Hanna had felt real rage starting to boil inside her when her abuser had found a girlfriend
How dare he replace her like that
The game was on, the ball preparing itself;
Meditation would help it to handle the force
Of the bat when it smacked.
Ball loved to fly, fast and furious, so a few bruises and minor pain, meant nothing to him.
Ball steeled himself as the pitch was thrown; what would the old bat do?
Ball flew as fast as he could…crack!
Bat hit his mark and ball sped on even faster
till he landed with a thud in a cushy leather bed but,
he wasn’t through yet.
Once again he was thrown;
time for revenge, he flew angrily on and
landed with an almost sickening thud.
Whompf! The crowd roared as he hit his target;
basking in the glory of cheers and applause.
He could hardly wait to fly again.