I act like I'm sleeping
My father shouts,
And I hear my mother's weeping.
Mama shouts at Daddy loudly,
I watch through a pinhole sadly.
They care for me like a treasure,
But I don't know why they still haven't changed.
Sometimes my mother locks the doors,
While my father loudly knocks on them.
With an innocent face,
I saw them in tears.
Those incidents are still
In my heart like scars.
Sometimes I feel desperate,
But I have a little brother.
So I try to make him feel better.
The pain in my heart is so heavy,
But I don't know how to say it boldly.
I tell him stories and make him sleepy.
I watched the stars to hide my scars,
Because he doesn't need to carry those scars.
Are we the shade of the shadow
or a shadow in the shade.
Are we sashaying toward pinhole dreams?
While trudging above an open grave.
It all seems like a giant garish gothic play
acts and players hand-picked centuries in advance.
Hobbled masses humbly kneel on crumbs to pray.
Realizing opinion nor ballot was ever worth a damn.
These two-legged, greedy, greasy snakes.
Eyes made of slag have no vacancy signs.
Clogging up our gossamer soul veins.
They're here to minimize, intimidate.
Project, disappear, dismiss, assassinate.
Straitjacket the masses with normalized madness.
We, the people, are not the ones playing God.
Poisoning water, field, sky...
Smiling in the light while eating innocents.
In the shadow of ritual and sacrifice.
These devils openly mock and taunt us now.
(byproducts of a boiling swamp).
Yellowing the face of flailing freedom.
A billion greenbacks can galvanize
such audacity and shallow bravery.
Of these deeply soiled oligarchs
and pathetic plastic kings.
Hope, are you still out there?
As buoyant as the blue?
Plight and poison, pine to pare!
Dark fire, burn me new!
Chains a-causal, wrap us tight!
Flicker as you fly!
O Erebus, bid good night!
Light of spark, bely!
Wind atop the pinhole shade?
Machine, marmalade!
O for games as yet unplayed!
Belladonna, bade!
Torment of the tornado?
It spins unevenly.
Swiftly flies the dappled roe!
Io, lost at sea!
Rejects of line, assemble!
Serry thou thy ranks!
Sing in we, O brazen bull!
Soldiers, guard the tanks!
Salvage operation?
It helps to pay thy rent.
Sacrifice! Such songs to shun!
Queen Dido, where went?
Rage and riddle, red rook rhyme!
Roundabout and reel!
Prisoner, what is thy crime?
Show them how you heal!
Plight and passion, prickly pear?
Pyramid, receive!
Load on my back, burr to bear!
Ricochet, reprieve!
Harpy star in skies of grey?
Onward, O hounds! Bay!
Poison pill, debt to repay?
Crucible and cay...
Deep sleep wrapped me in its majestic arms tight.
Hold thrust me into a darkened hole quite vast.
Ambling forward, I see a faint pinhole light,
luminosity enhances view to last.
Finally, shaft opened up to beauty bright,
and not once did dark feelings take me aghast.
He towered on a modest, small, grassy mound.
Overpowering peace - calm was all around.
Brilliant white glow surrounded His hooded frame.
A radiant halo crowned His covered head.
Who was He? He did not offer me His name.
What He did next was all I needed instead.
Through our minds, He spoke words to lastly proclaim,
That it was not my time; is all He had said.
Elevating His arms away from each side,
My eyes opened, yet certain I must have died.
06/19/24
Between the lens and its mirror,
A Zen master prowls
through a high powered pinhole.
The prey is sensed
before it takes shape,
otherwise you catch nothing.
Cross hairs meet,
for an instant you disappear
as you take the shot.
~ Check ~
I confess my discontent
I was stifled
In restraints by suggestions and pretty things
The ones bought in the streets for a stroke of ego
The ones bought by the vulnerable and naive
I bought the bootleg covers of dreams
They left me empty and listless
With an ache in my chest
It reaches, cracking sternum
Calling out like an unmet fix
Crying out like an addiction
The empty digs down deep
Leaving pinhole scars that only I know exist
That only I know I keep
My sweet little drug
Saturating my blood stream
These chemicals will not rest
They flow and form malformed notions
That I need you
Still
That is my illness
Knowing how you will continue to slowly bury me
Even if unknowingly, even if unintentional
Because no one intentionally becomes addicted, do they?
Then I think, only an addict would keep coming back for the come down
So here I am, hooked
Chasing beasts and legends
Surviving on fantasies of fairy tales that lay captive in my mind
That play chess with my unrest and I am forever...
In check
Andreanna Escamilla
07/06/2020
Stuck in a Christmas globe...
Like a fish in a bowl
Looking for ways out...
Perhaps, through a pinhole
As I look through the glass...
With water in my eyes
I see the world as it is...
And I start to realize
Being stuck in this globe...
May not be so bad
So much hatred outside...
Wow, isn't that sad
I then think to myself...
"Which way should I swim"
Thinking what's outside...
I think... "I'll stay in"
Stuck In A Christmas Globe PC
Sponsor: Bobby May
11-20-2019
As days goes by, new heights are unleashed
Curtailed and guarded by the ambitious and the determined
Mind who with all effort are climbing and re-climbing the ladder
Of the champions, pushing away any obstacles that can hinder their pinhole
To see the phase of success we are wishing to
Motivated and high spirited minds should fill our life
Affirmative vibes and ideas should be our brain’s embodiment
We should be the knights who are willing to climb higher heights
We should be the inspirations others inject in themselves to arouse their taste of success
Let the society record your name in the book of success
Mention your name in the song of success
Feel your success in their veins
See you in the suit of success
And inspire the heights of success
Spiralling Stardust Sight
Chasing clusters of dust and Venus vapid lust
We sail and we sway throughout the Milky Way
In a thrust, we land on a planet of candescent crust
And with dynamic display spiralling star dust spray
Jupiter and its moon Callisto a calamitous cocoon
With craters of ice, the shivering silence shall suffice
Off to Mars by noon on a botanical baronial balloon
It has paid the price with scars that scabrously splice
And lest we not forget Pluto a throw away or asset
A tiny pinhole within the cosmic super galactic bowl
On the night we met the stars shining as we sweat
The love that you stole along with my heart and soul
All this on a spontaneous starry narcotising night
Within a spiralling stardust spraying sensuous sight.
Oct.11.2017
The Cosmos
Sponsored by: Thvia Shetley
First submitted on May.07.2017
Resurrected for this entry
You were too cool to think the same things were neat that I did-
the mundane was beneath the notice of your evolved intellect.
You would not have deigned to explain the pinhole effect of the leaves,
The crescent shapes scattered across the ground and on the walls.
Would you have regaled us with your time in Saudi Arabia?
With your native, unpracticed talents, your genealogy?
I recall that I was one that could make you smile at the absurd,
and knew you could value things that were silly, or ordinary.
The melancholy of those approaching milestones seeps in-
I'm adding molasses to my coffee again, sweetly bitter.
How long would you look for your child
Through all the rigmarole
In the wild
Without your heart being chilled
Checking every rabbit hole.
How long would you look for your child
Knowing your unskilled
Looking in every pinhole
In the wild.
I love my child
Or I wouldn't be on a roll.
How long would you look for your child
Each day being unfulfilled?
This life takes its toll.
In the wild
Who would be thrilled
If their heart they couldn't console?
How long would you look for your child
In the wild?
Within opulent oblivions of misconceptions
We lay the dormant dreams of redirections
Factitiously falling into the antagonizing abyss
Relinquishing the love we misguidedly miss
In search of illusions of celestial spheres
Vacant voices voided within emptying ears
Still, I’m falling through jaded judicial jells
Where baleful beasts show us hidden hells
In corrosive corners of our inner dark
We spot a pinhole of a sedulous spark
Thus we salubriously stand thundering tall
For we shall not fatuously faultlessly fall.
May.16.2017
MAYTIME STANDARD CONTEST any theme any form max of 25 lines
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Chasing clusters of dust and Venus vapid lust
We sailingly sway throughout the Milky Way
In a thrust, we land on a planet of candescent crust
And with dynamic display spiraling star dust spray
Jupiter and its moon Callisto a calamitous cocoon
With craters of ice, the shivering silence shall suffice
Off to Mars by noon on a botanical baronial balloon
It has paid the price with scars that scabrously splice
And lest we not forget Pluto a throwaway or asset
A tiny pinhole within the cosmic super galactic bowl
On the night we met the stars shining as we sweat
The love that you stole along with my heart and soul
All this on a spontaneous starry narcotising night
Within a spiraling stardust spraying sensuous sight.
May.07.2017
Night Sky Sonnets only - Contest
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
Pleiades...
Evening skies polarized
Early end to the light
Eyes spy orb above crags
Eager pinhole cam shows
Essence, inverted page
Eureka! Welding specs!
Everyone have a look!
9/2/16
How many places on a person’s skin
can people find to place a pin?
Another tattoo, “woman on pole,”
colorful inks next to pinhole;
tongues a-pierced and skin a-flayed,
one’s body now a creative arcade.
Earlobes stretched to amazing size,
though I wonder, “Is that wise?”
There’s scenes of beauty, I will admit,
but some don’t know just when to quit.
So when friends suggest I get one done,
I turn around and quickly run.
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