Personality
I will never give up
Cos you hate me
Your opinion over my life
Remains your burden
The last time I checked
I am living my life
I am up to date
So let me be
Water got no enemy my friend
What will it give you to see me in pain
Will it pay you if am down and weak
Is that what you wish for me
Oh now you are surprise I keep moving
You thought I will remain where you wish
Life is sad when people are not happy with ones success
I never remember the last time you check up on a brother
Yet you have my name
on your lips just to bully my
Personality
Personality
I am who I am
I do what I want
I work out my life
I am focus to my dreams
I am royal to my struggles
I am who I chose to be
Don’t test me for nothing brother
Cos you can never know until you know
Despise me not for your hate
Am never your problem
Yes am not your worst nightmare
So when ever you come across my shadows brother respect my
Personality
She's looking for Mr. Right,
While he's looking for Miss Right.
Both of them seeking for 'The One'.
She lives on the western side,
While he stays on the east side --
They don't cross paths under the Sun.
She goes to church on Sundays,
Does good works and sings and prays
"Dear Lord, please help me find the One".
He's in a congregation, the same denomination,
That meets on the other side of town.
So she decided to look
For some kind of 'self help' book -
She did not want to spend any money.
Reading was his best hobby,
And they met inside the lobby
Of the local town library.
They both walked to the section
Of books on self-direction,
And both reached for the same book.
"Go ahead and take it." He said.
"No, but you were here first" she said.
"Why don't we read it together?".
A conversation started -
Since then they never parted -
Mr. and Mrs. Right forever.
If you'd be someone's Mr. Right,
Try to be your very best you.
And if you'd be someone's Miss Right,
The same advice goes for you.
Get an education to be interesting,
Develop a warm personality.
Exercise, eat less, be appealing.
Involve the LORD and visit the library.
All my life, I witnessed many times,
People walked into my life,
Quickly we shared our soul and mind,
Then, for one reason or another
They eventually disappeared.
Some abruptly and left me with wonder,
Some with excuses and left without a trace.
Others just not interested and gone for ever.
It took me almost one year,
To let BB goes without a closure.
The way JC come and leave,
Triggered me emotionally upset.
JN on the other hand,
This was the second time,
She repeatedly made false promises,
Despite I asked her to focus.
Make no mistakes nor errors.
She just did not listen,
Bad things kept on happened,
Led me to make decision,
Our friendship must end.
It was quite ashamed,
The way the relationships came and went.
she is alive
limbs like entangled serpents
an embryonic adult on canvas
who escaped a naked bed
her art stolen into law school
his arm resigned decorates her shoulder
blind geckos scamper
¥
scamper open lidded lizards
they decorate her shoulder
stolen are all her paintings
her naked bed cold
canvasses half complete
entangled her limbs ache
alive she has her hat and black cat
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Vive la différence
couples complement each other
balancing the scales
one will play the jokester
clown and storyteller
the other acts as sidekick
filling in if there are gaps
they juggle and finesse their roles
managing an equilibrium
thus the introvert and extrovert
weave their life in harmony
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Creative, intelligent, some would say wise.
Beautiful with a personality twice her size.
She’d never give me a second look,
I’d just as soon sit here and read my book.
Maybe she loves sports, that would be a surprise.
Without a word I slip out of bed
and a thousand conversations
run through my mind
as I walk barefoot across worn carpeting.
Two nights ago, I barely made it home
while driving through a deluge
and water on the roads.
I defied the warnings
and survived
as bolts of lightning laced the sky.
I was the storm.
I was the silence.
Now as the sun pokes through
a thin veil of clouds
the sense of nothingness I embrace.
I must admit a year ago I loved someone.
She said that she loved my humor
my new stories and poems
and there was so much to share.
Now she’s a memory lingering in my heart.
This is my life, I say when alone.
This is what I’ve made it
as I watch a shadow dance on the wall—
it can be anything.
My chest ached the other day
when I bore the weight of humanity
while working at a grocery store.
Customers and I talked and traded jokes
but as the day wore upon me
I longed to be in my time and place.
A housemate downstairs
shuffles through the kitchen
while I sit in my loft and play with words
longing to say what’s never been said.
pandemonium preceded Paula Paulson’s painstakingly prissily packed
packsack. Pathetic poetic Parnassian provided paramount particulars,
a peep and a peek into Paula Paulson’s persnickety personality.
The person who calls, calls to the person who hears.
The person who asks, asks the person who listens.
The person who confides, confides in the person to trust.
But the person who boasts, boasts to anyone.
Things don't always have to make sense because no one makes the rules
I can say and do things the way i want because i do what I choose
God has given me free will so who are you to take that away
There is no established rules when it comes to what i do and say
There does exist a right way but i want to take a different route
That's what makes us different from what comes up out of our mouths
What i do may not makes sense to you because that's what makes me, me
No two people are the same so you may not could see what i see
What you find tacky and ugly i might find as a treasure
What you find boring and sad might bring me untold pleasure
No one can dictate or tell another how to be
The one dictating might care a lot while the other one is care free
I'm easily amused and happy and can see a whole lot out of nothing
Just because a person has their ducks in a roll don't mean they actually have something
Maybe i like being weird and i might at times seem dense
But i really don't care that much about everything making sense.
after Privilege of Being by Robert Haas
A tipping point of too many
are talking harshly. Down below,
demon-dead in the unstirred inferno
and perdition of animal thirsting
are coiling one another's tails in response.
They are honeyed vermillion and covered
in trim the texture of hot picamar.
They espy up all the time
at the graceless rapture—
it must sound to them like cold butter
dancing across a cast iron skillet.
Then one voice—she is about to shout—
takes the man's rigid hand and says,
listen to me, and he does.
Or is it the man caressing loose
the gravelly noose of anger?
Anyway, they do,
they listen to each other:
two minds with matured mediums,
hungry to be heard, to be fed by the frisson
of recognition, their skin sizzling with it—
brutal words turned into kindness
by well-intended touches,
and the gossiping, nosy dead are derelict
and growing deaf. They hate it.
They scream a chivvy about injustice
that breaks no skin, but frays the veil
between
what's bone and broth—
a warning, a dirge, a hiss of envy
worse than silence.
I said no word when silence burned my tongue,
The truth within me sang, though none had heard;
I kept it close, a lark with silver lung,
And fed it not with fear, but with a word
They came with garlands twined in flattery’s thread,
Their hands all sweet with bribes and sugared lies—
But I had seen the stars go cold and dead,
And still believed in light behind the skies.
There is a stillness deeper than retreat,
A quiet strength that does not cry or bend;
It walks alone on frost-enchanted street
And counts no loss except a broken end.
I wore no crown but dared to stand apart,
The winds were sharp, but I kept clean my heart.
Let others feast on praise, on gold, on guile—
I’ll keep my soul, and walk the longer mile.
For truth is flame, and I its willing spark.
The river breaks its mirror with a scream,
Moods whip the trees — calm, then storm — then gone.
In love, I drown; in fear, I flay the dream.
A thousand selves pull knives inside one dawn.
The eyes of others turn my skin to glass,
Every slight — a spear, each kindness — pain.
Abandonment’s cold breath will never pass;
I chase and bite and beg and start again.
I wear my bleeding heart for all to see,
But shame is acid poured upon my seed.
Rage blooms in seconds, vanishes in cries,
While emptiness gnaws marrow from my thighs.
Unchecked, the soul dissolves in fractured light,
Births deeper wounds: addiction, endless fight.
With hands unmet, I spiral through the gloom,
A body living only to consume —
And none can save me if I don't choose soon.
she wears the latest fads
regardless of her moods
mix and matching as per all the rules
wouldn’t want to get it wrong
as she parades across
the catwalk of her days
i’m not so fancy
i stand at her side
in my favourite carefree pullover
my simple plain old leggins and
my wool socks curled over hiking boots
i may not be sophisticated but
it's undeniable that i'm
comfortable in my own skin
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Dolce
By:Sonidos de Baja Frecuencia
Infatuation is blind to problems
wishful thinking and careful
considerations
True love requires and fosters
a sense of security
and a feeling of trust
the blind sense of security
Legato
By:Ritmos Románticos
A style
cantabile and sooth flowing
it echo's even when the song is over
it moves your emotions
and causes you to think
it can create sessions of conversations
where many people move toward
looking forward to certain things
love enhances a romantic feel
the right sound and situation
a genre rich
crossovering perfection
rehersted, restyled
and of pitch and perfection
that close to perfect directing
guiding and leading the way
Book By Instrumentio King
written by: Bottle O Courage
arranged by Love
For Love
and In Love
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