Staggering
That man got a battering,
He brought on war, then started crying.
The weight of it all, still staggering,
Hollow truths, the world defying.
I hate when lies start multiplying,
You see it clear when stutters grow.
Mumbling words, and lips low, fumbling,
A face that cracks beneath the show.
Staggering breaths, their chest expanding,
No escape from all that ranting.
Don’t try to hide, your breath betraying,
One right blow, the pain is planting.
And through a haze,
without a word,
I march for days,
my movement blurred.
My life a stir
in slow motion,
yet still linger
without notion.
As if adrift,
time fathoms smog,
the sands I sift
midst looming fog.
Seek quest or coast?
I'm but a ghost
AP: 1st place 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
Old age
Threatening near
Wrinkles on forehead
Lines on corners of eye
Netted crosses on cheeks
Plumps of fat
On protruding belly
Double chins
Hanging loose
Shrivelled hands and fingers
Resemble those of a cold blooded animal
Clumsy legs
Staggering
Sinking eyes
Dimming
Exhausted brain
Confusing
A complicated world
A bleak future
For every oldie
And it comes only once
M-essage
I-s
R-ighteous
A-s
Z-one
O-f
L-ines
M-akes
O-ne
S-ublime
Q-uote
U-se
I-magery's
S-taggering
A-crostic
Topic: Birthday of Mirazol B. Mosquisa (September 04)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Today, i found myself.
it was not a pretty picture!
i sat my religious books upon there self,
then stared blankly at my gesture.
i saw for but one moment,
terrified little me.
Screaming curses into a mirror
and then i began to flee.
Today, i found my soul,
it was not an easy task.
I sat myself down upon the floor,
then drank heavily from a tainted flask.
I heard for but a second,
terrified little me.
Screaming insainities into a blow horn
and then i smiled with satanic glee!
Today, i found myself
and now i know what needs change.
I sat down my careless selfish heart,
then over my head it began to rain.
I smelt the sweetness,
from a single drop or two.
I thought it mere neatness,
when i looked down and saw misted dew.
Today, i found myself,
and now i feel at peace.
Sad is this heart of mine.
No longer straight white fleece.
Tattered by age that shows not on my face,
i walk then stager, willingly leaving this place.
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