I feel for each door that suffers a knock
and every smelly, foot-covering sock;
but these are things I must abide
as I stand against life's cruel tide.
see in red
senses over bled
i am dead
Fed daily dose of dope
filtered truths poisoned as they may be
~ I dream of breaking free
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
noon’s furnace: asphalt shimmers; air—thick, slow—
cracks open. cicadas drill through stagnant gold.
a sprinkler’s hiccup-hiss: the pavement’s glow
un/curls in steam. the hydrant’s shout: uncontrolled.
children shriek!—a liquid burst of now,
popsicle rivers bleed; knuckles—sticky, green—
cling to handlebars. shadows stretch: thin, lean
across chain-link. each blade of grass—laid down—
bakes. but dusk? a match-strike: fireflies!—
the yard exhales jasmine; stars prick the bruised eaves—
porch swings gasp. the melted things—still writhing—
pool in gutters: chalk suns, lemon peels, dreams.
the silence hums. even time—soft, unspooled—
beads on your neck. and summer? stays. but cooled.
Woahhh.. rock and roll. Definitely.
The system may just overload.
A lead foot going down the road.
Soft, a bit smooth? Not remotely.
That sound broke apart inside me,
hearing the guitar my pulse slowed.
Woahhh.. rock and roll.
Man that vibrates, this is heavy.
Music defined by that zip code,
with every lyric those roots showed.
It can take you back easily,
woahhh.. rock and roll.
Warm yellow light.
Chilly, for indoor.
Soft, soothing, piano.
Music—
Door slides open.
A man walks in, his eyes—
Rain’s wailing outside.
He talks to the nurse.
His voice hoarse like sand—
Flash, lightening.
Raindrops darken the dusty walk—
Thunder.
He sinks into the bench beside me.
Stinging smell of cigarette butts—
Another thunder.
Door slides close and muffles it.
Nurse says my name.
I walk into the doctor’s—
A muffled thunder.
I don’t remember seeing the lightning.
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Note: Dysautonomia is a disorder of the autonomic nervous system, often causing brain fog, anxiety, and sensory overload.
when light fractures into noise…
I embrace the outburst
with emptiness chewing up my nerves.
The void softens the impact—
can’t break what never arrived.
lilac buds
burst on the scene
sense overwhelm
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
The tag behind my shirt,
Feeling like your covered in
Dirt.
Except,
There's nothing there.
You just feel unclean,
But there's no trace seen.
Cars beeping,
The tv is on,
Someone is playing a song
There is too much
going on.
I need to stay sane
My sensory is overwhelmed once again.
Its making me want to yell.
Stillness is needed,
Otherwise I'll get heated.
The sound of your rose petal blush sunsetting on your face
Feels like my goosebumps dancing on the sky tops of my skin
The smell of your mountain rain hair crying sounds like a mid-day summer shower
The look of curiosity cuts in the middle of my gaze and feels like a conversation I can’t wait to have
Your presence is such a gift to my senses I become overstimulated in nerves
p.s. can we just pause this moment before the laws of dialogue are written…
Colors of orange and blue,
Cascading through,
A calm and pleasant,
Balancing hue.
The pleasure running through me,
Can very easily,
Take control of me,
Stealing our energy.
Creativity falls below,
Disrupting the flow.
Then duality,
Throws another blow.
Emotions start to grow,
Into an energy overload,
I'm about to explode.
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A sensual anxiety,
Is objectifying society.
All pleasure and aggression,
Our constant obsession,
And not learning the lessons.
Creating a fantasy,
To escape from reality.
Clinging to everything,
Cause feeling is addicting.
A Mind so numb,
You'll feel like quitting.
Rigid, detached,
The Coaster's fallen off track.
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There's been a set back,
Take a step back.
Fade to black,
And attack.
Adapt,
You're not trapped.
Utilize its energy,
to Strengthen your ability,
Your sensory receptivity,
Growing emotional stability,
And increasing agility.
Flow, and flexibility,
Guiding the body.
Now flowing freely,
through the complexity,
Of the Third Density.
Fraught is not dauntless as The Honor is frighting
AS my kids sleep one day they'll wake up
Ziplines tragedies uptown is where the rich sleep
Lucky is being true to your Maker
AS no Master has yet to Master me
I still must be the Master of my emotions
Copslides are like collapsed economies
Every said "no" to an enemy
Centerpiece "Well" it explodes into smithereens
Generous men expose themselves to Danger
While greedy men wish for their deaths
May the Generous Always be blessed and excel at all things
My pumpkins have gone mad
I'm completely inundated
My desire for pumpkin dishes
Will be well and truly sated
They've taken over the garden
And taken over the lawn
I can't find the compost bin
Or where I planted corn
Nestled 'mongst the vines
A bumper crop is on the way
I better find my soup pot
And get ready for the fray!
It’s like- I’m walking though a busy mall.
Oh wait, I am, it’s real.
I can read minds, I know it sounds silly.
Or maybe I can’t.
But I can sense the texture of their clothing.
I see a tall person and feel tall which makes me disoriented.
I am rushing around this place trying to understand their lives.
The whooshing of the wind on their skin.
As they pass by the open door and don’t even notice.
But I do.
They are ascending on an elevator.
Coffees in their hands and it burns! It burns!
They are flying with their feet planted.
I’m flying, and the feeling is growing.
Dizzy, I am sitting and she’s sitting with me and talking to me.
Breathing strong, powerful breathes.
Breathing in all the smells in the world.
She leads me to the car.
She heads back into the mall to buy me a pretzel and drink.
I didn’t buy anything that day.
But I didn’t care.
In my possession
Right here right now
In the palm of my hand
At the click of a button
Simply tapping keys
Institaneously a seemingly limitless
And insurmountable stream of knowledge
And information i am able to access
The only problem I am now personally finding
Is deciphering the difference between
Which is true and which is fake
As both sides can not be both right
2 sides to every story
Problem is if you listen to both
It sometimes leaves me feeling even
More confused than when I started
Trying to find my own answers
1 says this the other 1 counters
It with something else completely different
And it has become so hard to distinguish
Between the 2 even with all the facts
Because to much information
Can blur the lines and work against
You discovering either way
What you initially began starting out
To find the answers to
In the end it leaves you back to square 1
Having to decide and choose for yourself
What you believe in and think
Is wrong or right
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