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Superior specimen of
Beauty, dignity and perfection
What…? Victim of bullying…!?
What kind of world do we live in?
Obviously one full of bullies
Inferior bottom-feeders
Ganging up on anyone who
Shows even the least amount of gentleness
Predators looking for a trace of weakness
Who see benevolence as a flaw
Jealousy gnawing at goodness
Like a swarm of piranhas
Looking for prey who let their guard down
They thrive on destroying
How can they truly not value
Awesomeness before them
Intimated and infuriated by being outshined
With character and strength
Unpretentiousness and inner sanctum
Inspiration to millions who are impressed
AP: 3rd place 2020
Submitted on October 4, 2017 for contest PAINT A PICTURE 4 sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 2ND
Extremely sorrowful
Yelled at the top of my lungs no doubt
Anger just spilled out…I don’t wanna pout
I know it’s so awful
Chillax…you’re making things too complicated for me
Breaking by the shining seams
I’m mending my broken dreams
I am not fooled by your selfish ways
I was going through one of those days
Flustered to the core
You don’t love me anymore
What are you waiting for?
Another year with me?
What more?
You’re the one I adore
I crash down from the adrenalin rush
Don’t worry, babe, just hush
Please forgive me for all that I’ve done
I want to be gone…before the dawn…
Surrounded by lies
And your goodbyes
Shadows fill my day
And your dismay
Adds to the icing
You’re so enticing
Madness is like sores in the mouth
You cling on to me like a moth
To the light
Tonight
I am soaring like an eagle in the sky
I want to die young and I don’t know why
Ending me is the beginning to mere destruction
Put up the music and the beat…
My heart, soul and mind’s under construction
Pound to the rhythm of my heart…
Feel the heat of my chest against your own
I’m this lonely man, all alone and on my own…
It’s shown when I speak on the phone…
Creativity led me astray
Creativity led me astray
I’m sorry
I’m sorry
I lost it
I lost it
I’m insane
Because I’m in pain
Seeing your sorrowful rain
I’m infuriated with me, myself and I
Sometimes, I just wanna die…
Young and bold…
Foolish and cold…
I’m drained out without a sound
Left alone on the bitter ground
Misery leaves me breathless
I’m feeling distress in excess
Bring me to your hell
And I’ll bring you to my heaven
Exit me…
Entering you…
Free me…
I’m feeling blue…
Do what is fitting to my soul…
Anxiety is banging at my skull
Alone, but not alone…
With you inside, I moan
I inhale and exhale you daily…
You’re my sweet and sour heroin
I adore you, I can’t deny…honestly…
You’re my hero…you zero me in
12/28/21
"Dodging Karens"
So easily time is merely wasted
Hidden or in fine print, not always clearly stated
People often irritated
You and your bull leaves me infuriated
Stomach such a serious statement
Every day I'm severely faded
Damage being done, much deteriorated
Disappointed in myself, some of it nearly hated
Meanwhile on a yearly basis
Areas poorly or properly irrigated
Goes for all not just a pessimist
Near and far from any precipice
All this petty s***, has no effectiveness
I shouldn't have to mention it
But go ahead and second guess this quick
Does no good remaining directionless
The same could be said for negligence
While indoor or out among the elements
In a world full of good intentions and deceptiveness
Just a game or serious matter involving counter intelligence
It's of importance or no relevance
Looking at it negatively and with a dark view
Quick to argue
Reaching for firearms too
Little if any regard, their intent is to harm you
Sad that such things are true
When problems arise they give up or march through
It hit home or was sounding strange
Compared to what was there has been astounding change
While far away or within a mountain range
Areas thriving or barren
Running errands
Dodging Karens
Driving like I'm in a McLaren
Flying high as a Great Blue Heron
In and out of a greenhouse
Never give up or just continue to dream about
What you desire, while still having these doubts
I'll give you a three count
For now, I'm going to peace out
(This is something different. Playing around and having some creative fun. One word per line, three lines per stanza. What do you think? Tear it apart and share your thoughts, opinions and criticisms. Thanks)
Another
Work
Day
Alarm
Shower
Coffee
Husband
Wife
Goodbye
Driving
Car
Work
Neighbor
Wife
Bedroom
Coffee
Sex
Cigarettes
Forgetting
Husband
Laptop
Taking
Off-ramp
Next
Crawling
Traffic
Congested
Turning
Car
Around
Driving
Home
Again
Parking
Driveway
Home
Panicking
Wife
Disbelief
Hiding
Neighbor
Closet
Approaching
Husband
Door
Greets
Husband
Door
Kisses
Wife
Entry
Smelling
Husband
Cigarettes
Smoke
Wife
Doesn’t
Searching
Husband
Suspicious
Increasing
Husband
Anger
Backyard
Cigarettes
Found
Questioning
Husband
Livid
Denies
Wife
Tears
Investigating
House
Yelling
Following
Wife
Pleading
Searching
Bedroom
Threatening
Approaching
Husband
Closet
Intercepts
Husband
Wife
Pushing
Wife
Floor
Tearing
Wife
Hysterics
Opening
Husband
Closet
Standing
Neighbor
Closet
Pleading
Wife
Tears
Holding
Husband’s
Pistol
Trembling
Neighbor’s
Hands
Infuriated
Husband
Roars
BANG
BANG
BANG
Ringing
Ears
Smoke
Hysterical
Wife
Crying
Stumbling
Husband
Floor
Closing
Neighbor
Husband
One
Head
Shot
Pooling
Blood
Floor
Bleeding
Husband
Dead
Shot
Own
Gun
Sharing
Husband’s
Bed
Adultery
Wife
Whore
Coward
Neighbor
Murderer
Scarlet
Wife
Accessory
Awaits
Prison
Both
(Based on a true story. This happened a few blocks from my previous residence. I took some creative liberties with the story, names are fictional.)
Joy to the world! Vengeance will take its toll soon! Be aware!! Negativity has arrived at the front door, knocking obnoxiously! Don’t answer it or you’ll be inviting bad company full of bad luck and demonic zeal…illuminating with greed and selfish ambitions! Don’t try to get her attention or she’ll erupt like a violent, vicious volcano. . . . . . .
Oh, wait! Are you joking? Here comes that pessimistic, sadistic, rage-indulging woman again, watching that TV 24/7 with cruel envy, shattering the bones of the innocent…observing the wickedness of the world with malice painted in her brownie-like and plum-purple eyes – avarice growing in her like cancer, inflicting pain and depression upon others without a trace of guilt – that ignorant WITCH! That insidious fallen angel, wishing upon remorse and morbid luck on others and doing it tactlessly – she has no heart…her heart’s tainted with malevolent, ill will determination and makes her sister, hope, weep in vain – she watches her sorrow just like she gazes at a television screen, thrilled by fantasies of good and evil… love and hate… ice and fire… bliss and grief… the living and dead… etc. – GOOD GRIEF!
Yep – a typical witch she is – casting evil spells on people with the way she presents herself to others and how she starts riots and quarrels, dragging people on her level and putting them under a bittersweet, wretched spell! She’s infuriated and will take revenge in her hands…joy to the world!
(Ch.2 of the series)
She watched, in horror
As the man hit the nail
The hammer was an enemy
The best she could tell
She observed a child
Emulate his father
With a tiny thwack
He hit another man's daughter
She heard the familiar sound
Of bang, bang, bang, as she began to run
Faster, Faster, til it blast her
Into a different place of...fun
She didn't have to create
Or invent the iron fence
Her senses were sharp and quick
To come, unbidden, to her defense
She gathered tools in her box
As everyone else her age
But she was rejected and belittled
Because she was missing a sage
No one just gathers tools in a box
And decides to use them at will
They must acquire knowledge
From an expert, it's part of the deal
.....of being a human
She was a prolific gardener
Even without the proper use of tools
Which infuriated the "right" folk
Who found it easy to be dismissive and cruel
Those who watched her
Saw her build connections
That outlasted violent storms
Of rebellious insurrections
Against the love
That enveloped her splintered soul
It took decades of invested loss
But eventually, her broken, became whole
She was granted a husband
And children to raise well
She decided to eliminate
Fear from the tools she held
She never noticed her children had gain
Where she had experienced loss
She just continued to walk it out
With her heavy, burdensome cross
One day, she saw the hammer
Lying in their box of tools
She realized her "ab" use
Of not adhering to the rules
....of building love in connection
............took the hammer in hand
.....................and tamed the tyranny of the insurrection.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-17-2019
Note: Today, I have found freedom on a whole new level :)
Here I have this empty page to rage my tongue.
of a young, infuriated mind infuriating me.
Surfacing afloat the Dead Sea of subdued dispute,
a mute no more wordless than a wavering fool,
whose spool is wrapped blind with images naïve.
You leave behind this bitter taste upon my lips,
while arrogance grips my mind in disbelief
as if the thief of gracious thought waits at your gate,
an attitude ornate in your wintry embrace of I…
I see through the lies you hide behind.
Mankind is inclined to build concrete walls
through fear…
He falls beneath his intellect of argue,
to chew the bitter resent spent wasted upon this page
I rage my tongue in moments of wild,
but now I see you are nothing but a child.
A mirror reflecting complexity in you,
as though a blue pen’s ink turned green
between the script of soul and fate you stand irate
and debate the hate you feel for me.
A child-like plea to be accepted by my eyes.
I realize…
Self-love evades your life.
These callow parades are paralyzing your smile
and all the while I’ve opened my door,
but you refuse to the core to hear me out,
instead, you shout ramblings of an insecure mind
confined in pitiful delude
as I refuse no more to fight this feud.
It’s so difficult to sustain the life
in this senseless-tiresome-dry world,
and that’s why I decided to fool the world to ease my life.
I took my head out of my shoulders and put it on the road
the very spot where I decided to beguile the others;
the way was happened to be a moderately sloped downward road
and that’s why my conscience rolling downward with very little or
no effort at all.
For I was moving forward without any hindering object or resistance
it became monotonous; I felt like play a prank for some fan,
so I bounced up and down, danced around here and there,
but it didn’t do any good because these were another dull
and slothful recurring motions. I closed my eyes being languid.
On the way I saw the snobs, who impudently
insist upon themselves are the microcosm,
arguing each other wearing the ridiculously ugly masks,
“my territory has to be greater than yours.”
Because of those ridiculous masks
finger point one another with infuriated yelling
I opened the eyes terrifying. As I woke,
I saw a giant standing before me holding an apple
in his hand staring at me; and ridiculous masks carry the explosive.
Who is this giant? And what is the explosive? I tried to
move forward again after gave a moment of thought;
but this time, I was trapped in the midst of a battle field
where a rusted lump of heavy iron moves back and forth
on a double-headed serpent’s back, throwing flames from its mouth.
I gave up moving forward thinking,
though it may not be the place to dwell,
here is the place where I have to take a root;
after rooted, the gray hairs grew to the limbs
and branches of a dead tree, and bear the leaves
and flowers, and some of them fell on the ground blown by the wind,
then the rolling leaves on the ground
become stones and road side footmarks.
When colorless paper flakes
bleach the road side footmarks,
they turn into the scentless petals
and cover the crushed masks lying here and there;
though these distorted masks didn’t say a word
a goldsmith comes in the evenfall displaying proudly,
sprinkles the gold dust tinted with the reddened glow.
He desired nothing but a tiny sliver of a hole
Where he could tuck himself up inside
Away from the others
Because he did not understand their need for attention
Their pursuits or their opinions.
He was a shy boy, who was used to apologizing since birth
First to his mother, who chastised him for causing her such pain
and disappointment, as she was a showing off gaudy gadabout sort.
Whereas, he was quiet, reticent, sedate, and shy.
He silently apologized to others who sought him out,
Which was not easy, for he usually was successful
Finding a corner, a hole, or a tree, away from the others.
Because he had no voice except a stammering one
That infuriated and caused embarrassment to his dear mother.
I decided I had had enough.
I felt put upon, and I was mad, and I was not going back to the counseling program.
I was only a year in, and there was no way I was going to put myself in this predicament another year.
It was not fun, and I am all about fun, and I could do something much more interesting, so I quit.
An unknown woman called me to ask me why I had quit.
This infuriated me even more.
I did not even know this woman.
She asked if we could meet.
I was mad and mean.
And it had been such an instant relief to let go of it, so the answer was no.
I lived two hours from that college.
I would never have to see these people again, and that was the idea.
This woman was persistent, and I sort of liked her phone personality.
So I agreed if she wanted to come to my town and buy me lunch, I would listen to her.
It was her idea to buy me lunch, not mine.
She came, and we hit it off immediately as if we had known each other our whole lives.
She was going to be the new professor, and it was her job to find out what was wrong and fix it.
I was lucky. She became my mentor, and I went back.
Not even reluctantly now, more optimistically.
Looking back, I know this was a God-thing as she only stayed one year.
The year I needed her there, so I could get my degree.
The next year Purdue snapped her up.
Smart thinking, Purdue.
That was twenty-two years ago, and I am forever grateful.