Mirror,
You betray me with your cruel precision.
You hold my face hostage in your glass prison,
shattering me into reflections that no longer recognize themselves.
I have begged you for honesty,
yet you pour hallucinations across my skin—
a thousand mouths whispering,
a thousand eyes unblinking.
Once, I thought you were truth.
Now I know you are only a stage,
where light rehearses the trick of permanence.
When you break,
I will gather your shards and drink them like bitter wine.
the past may be onerous
a burden that prevents you from living
~ the present is your future
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
What if,
We all strangers travelling the same road
What if,
We all desperate souls trapped in our own existence
What If,
We just lost and found beings
What if...
surviving_pawn
Forgetting The Past
This is the most difficult task everyone finds hard to do
From the lessons we learn down to the things we go through
Do we look back to review the things we never want to repeat
Or do we look back because its hard to move on after a defeat
Moving forward should always
fade the memory of the past
Reminiscing isn't something to motivate the present to last
Do we fear our dreams because of our past nightmares
We're going revisit shadows of the past so be prepared
Life is about not expanding on the bad but making corrections
People walk steady taking steps in a new direction
Who could drive forward while looking through a rearview mirror
How do you expect the view of your future to become any clearer
Forgetting the past means not looking behind
Its pressing the play button instead of pressing rewind
the dark cloud ever present
holding a grudge was only hurting me
~ so i let it go
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025
Daddy worked the land
To put food in our hand
He worked in the mill
To pay our monthly bills
Lived to be 97 years old
A simple life lived not so bold
YESTERDAY
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.” Lewis Carroll
Yesterday, I stumbled upon my old self.
Innocence stood
abandoned in the face of
injustice and judgment.
Naivety and purity
stood guarded in the face of
heartbreak and resentment.
My old self looked upon
my present self, asking
‘are you happy with who
you are or do you secretly
pine for your past selves?’
‘Yes, I miss my purer version, but
my transformations mirror the journey
I chose to be a little more whole.'
If I could have lived my life
Then this life is not mine. Not mine. Then this present has gone too far
I didn’t wait this time. Never. I needed the love. But that didn’t work
Doesn’t work the love? Unacceptable, my life? Yes. This is the reality
Solitude is the price for my independent life. I am paying the penalty
Hmm. Price? Penalty? Hmm. I am telling the truth. Looser life is best
Goodbye, my lost life, I feel good in the undertime, this world is mine
I needed to live my life. Very. But the psychology crossed my own will
I couldn’t put the fruit of my dream on the altar. Monsters’ science kill
Kill you
Kill me
Everyone
Don’t give up
God gave a way
Restless solitude
Is my life
We will met
In the Eternal
What’s hiding in the attic
Nothing but dusty boxes of sentimental relics
~ past I can’t let go
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
bruises scars and stretch marks
the sum total of diverse past experiences
~ I am strength and stamina
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
First to go down..Hope and joy..Then seperate
Man and women..Boy oh boy.' Bring in euthanasia..As a real good thing.' Get some
Soap box series, to play it through scene by scene.' The termination of unborn.' Who we don't need..
Just open the boarders, ie get workers with speed' .' Does that answer any questions.? Oh then we
Can put flouride in the water, make more processed food.' Put safe drug centers where
There is easy access.' Do still you think we are
Fools? If so you'll be re-educated..It wont cost
You a bean much less.' But then you are pretty cheap anyway..If you get what i mean? Oh what do you think so far? Of the current mess'
Of your current 'evolving scenes?" Oh I fight for you Melbourne..Yet
You have bathed"deeply in blood..Return to God almighty away
From the filth, in which you for over four decades now have stood.!
It’s a brand new big idea
The banned country of such size
So I want to make it clear
Either way it looks unwise
Wasn’t Germany at war
In Bach’s time, and wasn’t France
Fighting England till the score
Levelled up by circumstance
But they never used to ban
Scholars travelled, merchants traded
Painters painted, music men
Wrote their stuff while the crusaders
Fought their sacred wars whatever
The high goal was pursued then
But it didn’t seem too clever
In the past, to put a ban
There’s no other meaning to it
But revenge, to make the foe
More outrageous, and they knew it
Now it's what the wars are for.
The future isnt as dark as it seems
Lost in the present
kuz we still holdin on to the past's fckd up presents!
every scar wrapped tight w a bow
triple knotted with a thousand layers
keepin safe every tragic memory we know
tired from the circles we stay runnin
moving so fast but feelin like super slow-mo
been way past the time to go
years fly by n still got nothin to show
with the heaviest baggage we've ever known in tow
Pains in our legs from tryna grow
Starting to feel like this just how sht supposed to go
Isn’t it odd?
All of the little things
that remain in our
little brains?
One day, you’ll
be walking down the
street, just minding your
own business, when suddenly
you’ll stop.
A sight,
A sound,
A scent,
A memory,
Something you have
never seen, heard, smelt,
or even experienced before
will catch your incomplete attention
so completely.
And send you to
the most magical of
places.
Something from your
childhood,
Something from the
small town you drove through
last autumn.
Something from that
department store shelf
at that street corner you
never thought you’d actually
go to. But then you did.
Something from
a bad day.
Something from a
good one.
All of that energy,
all of that time,
and still, I can’t
put a name to what
that feeling is.
Nostalgia?
No, it goes
deeper than
that.
Much, much
deeper.
After a bit, you’ll
wonder a while,
and then you’ll simply
move on.
Maybe all it is was
grief expressed purely.
Because living
in a world where
things are so temporary
is a bittersweet thing.
Better times,
worse times,
doesn’t matter.
It all
sticks
around.
Despite the bellow of loved ones,
you've chosen to go it alone.
Thus far you've immunity to folly and mishap.
Now you're long overdue but nobody knows
you've left no itinerary nor coordinates
There'll be no search and rescue
upon that avalanche of arrogance.
The pickaxe has slipped from your hand
sliding into the sweet blackness.
Days layer upon a twist of broken bones
Blue ice licks its own thickness into a groan.
You've reached the black pinnacle of the purist alone.
Under a robin's egg sky
on the throat of icy cliffs
The alpinists ascend
a blizzard of sorrow and bliss.
Sowing a string of prayer flags
into the white heart soil of spirit pass.
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