Unexpressed anger building in momentum
Fireworks and sparks detonate between her ears
Brain literally threatens to explode
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
picked food is complex
hard to grow, with goodness sparse
slow to chew, digest
native creatures evolved
balancing, yield, taste, and toil
mouthfuls interlaced
fiber, protein, starch, cells, grit
a feast in wholemeal
hunger sated, kept at bay
with low-density nurture
then came processing
oils distilled to easy fare,
grains stripped to white ghost
sugar added to boost taste
complexity was erased
Sweetness in a flash
fat that melts before the tongue
salt sharpening crave
a banquet turned to quick hits
food factories replaced fields
food calorie dense
drove people to gorge too much
with same portion size
so they all became obese
as their bodies begged for more
evidence is clear
just see how fast, how sudden
Polynesians who
adopted Western diets
became fat and unhealthy
rich over-processed
food mutes satiety's bell
body asks for more
calorie-dense concoctions
devoid of complexity
Please don’t create all the drama
and then sit and ask why it’s there.
Say it’s okay but clearly it’s not
start in on the texting girl just stop.
It’s clear that you won’t just say it,
veracious words are absent here.
Either shoot straight or stay silent.
All I really want is a peaceful vibe.
Girl, I’m not going to fall into it,
good god you feed off of conflict!
Reel it in and just simmer down
easy to see why your crutch is THC.
Suture your mouth if you need to
sour grapes is not a good look.
I don’t want to play all these games.
Victorious are those who will walk,
exit alone rather than sit and squawk.
Throw an arrow, remember to sharpen it before it reaches it's end target
Who is naïve enough to cross your parameters of closeness
Capture this person whose mere sight you adore
Aim at their legs, your prey will land face first on the floor
Don't be scared, Don't you worry
This is how love is meant to be
Or why would cupid, on his smooth back, so many bad intentions carry?
Or why would the heartbreakers or cheaters not worry about their actions
If they didn't know, love is never a synonym to passion, but pain
To confusion and spiraling games
Love was never stable enough to stay after an orgsm
Love, they repeated over and over
Yet it felt like it had just slipped off their tongue
Bind love in ropes of promises, skim apart their soul
Listen to their heartbeat till the gushing of their bloody lies couldn't be ignored
You'll know when the prey gets too weakened, it can't move
Just fall apart into broken shreds of a beautiful story
Piece by piece, Complete the jigsaw pattern
That lasts people eternity, then you can congratulate yourself
You've caught your prey
Hear me Brothers and Sisters,
Fear and lies walk hand in hand.
Sired by the rich and shameless,
To control this sacred land.
They just smile their plastic smiles,
And pretend to be our friends.
But they'll try to use us all,
For their own devilish ends.
They preach the same old message,
On a soapbox wrought with flame.
Without any solutions,
They point at the ones to blame.
With division on their lips,
And Hellfire in their eyes.
They say who we should believe,
And say who we should despise.
They dance us acrooss the stage,
Like mere puppets on their strings.
And blind us with false visions,
Till we see what evil brings.
If we stay true to ourselves,
Each one of us standing tall.
Laying down our aggression,
Is the hope for one and all.
Global warming leads to climate change;
that's why the weather is acting strange.
Pollution and deforestation;
now affect every single nation.
Feels like the planet's overcrowded;
people are scared; their judgment clouded.
Xenophobia is on the rise;
as folks harbor hatred in their eyes.
Everyone, it seems, is filled with rage;
we're behaving like rats in a cage.
Passive-aggressive is the new fad;
dealing with cell phone Karens; how sad.
Free speech fuels the spreading of hate;
condoning violence as of late.
And yet, we cannot abandon hope,
we'll get past this; we'll find ways to cope.
We are the masters of our domain,
given free will; we will not choose pain.
I pray that democracy survives
intact: outside library archives.
We may well wish we had it someday,
then realize: we gave it away.
Isn’t it fun to be passive aggressive?
Subtle and biting, rather impressive!
Fact-free and spiritually dispossessive
Use of hyperbole: deathly excessive
Squeezed that one in, somewhat digressive
Some might say that crosses to the transgressive
(Authoritatively, overexpressive)
Now, I’m just bordering on the obsessive,
Cycling up and down, manic-depressive.
Or maybe I’m battling imunosuppressives;
Time for some fresh air, the best decompressive.
I don't care what she had to say.
Secretly, we weren't friends anyway.
Silently undermining
Oh, what sneaky saboteur!
Simmering vindictiveness
'Neath his warm veneer
Date written: 01/23/2022
You give me questions.
Most of which I can answer.
Tested. Algebra...
holding her head still
she’s offended
her face frozen
expressionless
like she practiced
a thousand times
her teeth clenched
veins popping at her temple
she bites her lip
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
You wonder why I feel alone - u don’t understand - do you get where I stand?
Only...hm, if only you knew how lonely I felt at this present time...only you would know...
Understand that I’m lonely because of YOU, yet u still don’t understand how things got so...out of hand...was it because of ME? Yes and no, it was because of YOU and me, u see? Ah, now you see where both of our airplanes land.
I had a big plan about how I wanted my hair cut.
I told her how I wanted the front, the back, the sides.
I was quite specific.
Wet, I could not see what she was doing.
She is the hairdresser, so I paid her.
I was polite.
I gave her a tip.
Silly considering, I have the exact haircut I did not want.
The “boy” haircut, the one I hate the most.
The one all women seem to get when they are over sixty.
The one that says
I have no pride anymore.
I do not care if I look boy-like.
That one.
I gave her a tip?
What is wrong with me?
THE PASSIVE VOICE (Grammar series)
In Italy a glorious Voice
Was employed by Pavarotti
In England of voice we’ve a choice
Which sounds a little dotty
When we sing our verbs of action
The way we do, it sounds as if
We’re committing a verbal infraction
For these words can be voiced in the PASSIVE
Just consider: if someone is active
There is something that someone is doing
And you'd think that being passive
Means that doing they are eschewing
But we need not be hopeless or cynical
Say it' s British illogic - insanity
We'll be annoyingly rational and clinical
Causing foreigners to express profanity
However you parse it or say it
While in both voices something is done
In the ACTIVE we say who did it
But in PASSIVE might not say which one
So in solving a murder for the fun of it
And answering: "Who fired the gun?"
We need not claim the butler 'dun of it'
But inscrutably say: "It was done"
Thus the PASSIVE is my voice of choice
For my deeds despicable or infractive
But for actions worth merit, that I rejoice
I will happily indulge in the ACTIVE.
A name on the tip of a tongue.
A father caught in traffic, who never made the party.
A mongrel fighting a lion,
whose only reason for living was the one for which he was dying.
Were you here yet changed so much?
Never be recognised; a caterpillar-butterflied.
But I tried...
...and I tried...
...and I tried.
Every season fallow,
exhausted,
exacted.
Have I retracted or is there time for one last sweep?
Am I the janitor never paid,
always more dust to collect, to heap?
My bristles are worn and no longer reach into your corners.
A spider, relentlessly scaling an unclimbable bath,
a forward moonwalk that will only end in withered legs,
and blistered feet,
then nothing.
Life may throw you a paper ladder,
but all too often life is wish washed away,
with the scum, the debris, of a bad bad day.
Mistaken,
unrecognised,
potential is lost,
if potential is there it comes with a cost.
A surety that exists only like beauty,
in a beholder's eye,
In an older sky,
an older I.
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