It didn't begin, abruptly
Like a thwack in silence
It began as determination
To rid myself of all violence
Yes, I hated those sounds
Of tether smacking skin
The deep layers of hurt
That resides within
Satan was never my enemy
All evil is shelled up in fear
Once the egg is cracked
The yolk is orange smear
I'm no baker, I'm a cook
One who dumps and stirs
Taking the storm of the moment
Making a dish out of whatever occurs
I find myself in quite a pickle
My peace has taken over my kitchen
The dwindling down to non matter
Has left me nothing worth fixin'
...so, I begin again
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-11-2026
Cecila, a calico stitch witch did a dance by the glow of the moon
ruffles flying out in the weird shape of a boastful baby baboon
Her boots are a clicking, a smacking, a clacking as she does the dance
Bringing Halloween ambiance to us, as she does in France
So. you have met Cecila, a pumpkin head guy says to me
When she finishes, tell her, she is invited to tea
An aborted fetus lies in their hands,
My soul had very different plans,
Commanding Atoms to rebuild a form,
The next check-up far from normal,
Formerly deceased,
I released my surprise,
My demise created this disguise,
Another prize growing inside,
So she decided to keep me,
You see I came from darkness,
Harnessing my energy,
This entity was my entry,
A sentry sent to destroy,
The decoys holding you back,
Cracking the code,
My north node on track,
Smacking right into destiny,
The best of me,
Drowned by my enemy,
But what they can't see,
Is I know I live eternally,
I'm here to set you free,
From the fallacy of degrees,
A disease stealing your worth,
Displeased by the Regimes,
I have Earth on my team,
She's screaming for remorse,
So I saddle up my horse,
A force you only hear about,
Lighting a fire they can't put out.
Darkness masked my view
I left shocked like dumb
Stellar murmured smackingly
Demanding my activity
The comets obscured my mind
I had no choice on it
Smackings and whispers in my ear
Made me active!
My limbs unlax,
stress leaking from my body and
collecting like a basin of a
candle’s freshly melted wax;
One inhale of the plastic casket,
which burns judgingly in my back pocket,
is enough to dredge up the relaxation
my dreary, dramatic life has lacked,
smacking me in my temples
with a dopamine-injected hand.
An inhale, a flurry of smoke,
smolders holes in my lungs
until it constricts and chokes
me, until its disguised benignant nature
reveals its true form;
Stimulants create my deliquesce,
allowing my brain much-needed bliss,
but in a fine, descript disclaimer
written in purposefully disappearing ink, it’s
benevolence whispers addiction.
Has the Milkyway been altered, does it
now need saved? Never mind, I’ll draw
mermaids anyway.
I wanted steady onward. Seems I’m never
heard. I need a mockingbird. Could familiars
best somewhere, somehow, still linger?
To get the sky back on track the galaxy must
be regained or has it expired, its hope past
tired? I’m stuck on the outer rim where no
answer has ever been. Join me, bring your
confusion, you will both fit right in.
Not engaged or vacant, not present or absent,
his eyes hold no malice. My eyes are filled
with need to know how we should proceed.
Pokemon have been gathered, some soft
cushy and large, and some hard little figures.
I believe what matters is the comfort he gets
from just a squeeze.
Rough challenges bounce, smacking hours
around. Tough ordeals stack fears like circles
in squares that cast their shadows unfair.
Has the Milkyway been altered? My child’s
health has faltered. Long shadowy goosebumps
are everywhere, even goosebumps mermaids
believe in and wear.
Lip-smacking whipped cream caffeine kick,
molten sips a swirl tide nectar,
nest of colleagues weave light relief,
office banter pulse rate wrecks graph,
pep restored for desktop drudgers
Lord, grant me the serenity to deal with those who I can't change,
the chance to move quickly if I see something strange,
and the wisdom not to commit an offence
by smacking their heads because they're so darn dense!
The sound when your eyelids shutter in the complete silence
The way your legs keep shivering sometimes
When we can hear our lips gently smacking and the way we kiss
When my fingers walk through your hair
When our hands rub against each other
The way you breathe
The way my ears flutter when you whisper
The way your heart beats
The little giggles when our eyes meet
Where has my smile run off to?
Oh, I don't pretend that it's gone entirely,
that it doesn't make any appearances.
But that's not the dilemma.
It doesn't stay for long,
doesn't have a home here anymore -
and that's what I mean to decry.
When you say that you've broken down
on the side of the road,
it's supposed to mean your car.
Not the wash of memories in the morning,
the pressure smacking you the moment you wake,
the toil of every godless-damned second.
Every day I want nothing more than rest;
but it flees from the sight of me,
cackling at the daily victory of its whim.
I want it back, all of it -
my smile, my sleep...
them.
When folks talk about grave robbers,
usually they mean some nefarious men
desecrating the dead, pilfering the perished.
In my case, the roles are reversed.
The six, the slain, those stolen from me,
while it's not their fault...
They are the thieves.
not going well
this
i've got a tattoo of a butterfly on my right cheek
it will remain there til monday morning
there's a bouncy castle and a bubble machine
i'm smacking the hell out of the piñata on my daughter's behalf
but nothing doing
talking about industry and carbon emissions with the only other dad
test cricket and the weather
watermelon, pizza, and happy birthday
rainbows, unicorns and pass the parcel
balloons, bracelets and paw patrol plastic plates
but has anyone
heard the version of
Heroin on the
Rock 'n' Roll Animal album?
I drank my coffee
Then jumped in the cup
To see the cool views
From inside, looking up
I imagined rowed teeth
Flanking a tongue
Pink and juicy like
Gooey bubblegum
And fronted by lips
Both lined and puckered
Smacking themselves
Like plump bloodsuckers
But fortunately
That was all made up
Except for the part
Where I jumped in the cup
The cup didn’t grow
Instead I turned teeny
The size of a tack
Like a lamped genie
I did see bright sky
Without a rainbow
That was suddenly
Dimmed by a shadow
But there was real fear
When I was picked up
For someone was going
To fill up the cup
I wanted to scream
But hadn’t a voice
So small in that cup
Of black Taster’s Choice
How could I survive
In a caffeine sea
I was to drown from
Curiosity
But then remembered
Though remained unseen
We had no more coffee
In cans nor as beans
I rejoiced with glee
But then in a blink
Was poured down a drain
And looked up from the sink
Which may seem hopeless
But it was part two
Of the next task that
I was going to do
Are you being serious
Your making me delirious
With your mood swings all off stride
Like Dr. Jeckyll --Mr. Hyde
One day your up , next day down
You are going all around
Keeping up is hard to do
Sometimes happy, sometimes blue
Never knowing where I stand
Your emotions are a rubber band
Keep on stretching to the limit
You could snap at any minute
Smacking me right in the face
I'm always prepared to brace
Myself for this inner storm
That's been going on too long
This roller coaster ride your living
Is going to end up splitting
Your personality and divide
Your good and bad on different sides
Soon one will be taking over
Then its tine to run and cover
I've been watching and can tell
Your bad sides taking you to hell
As your good side disappears
Making all of my worst fears
Coming true-- there is no way
To get your evil side to stray
It is here and wants control
Your good side will take a stroll
Kicked out by this two horned beast
A million friends could not defeat
I saw a beautiful wishing well
The water was just like glass
With swirls of blue in the center
I threw in my coin
After smacking it
Then made a long wish
Afterwards, everything physically
Turn upside down
Choose wisely your what guards your heart; for we are products of our environment.
Written: October 21, 2023, For Miranda Hawley Contest
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We must mightily mold matches in this life.
Actions must be taken to forestall strife.
We stop at every junction to demarcate.
What we decide will determine our fate.
Our upbringing has a significant impact on us.
Those who belong to us shape our solid fuss.
Be wary of who you let into your inner circle.
Because their vitality could be a hurdle.
You should stay away from the negative.
Things that are poisonous and deceptive
Smacking serves the strength to spread.
And impel your emotions to grow in dread.
Avoid those who induce stress at a distance.
Who twists a grin into a gesture of riddance?
Wrap yourself in a quilt of affection and rely
And witness your spirit soar across the sky.
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