Trophy hunt has no murder degree
Established by international law
What’s the point, if there’s one, tell me
Why a beast must be killed, what for?
I'm afraid there is no such law
For there are no united nations
They all died in the recent war
For the human depopulation
Now the nature is resting, at last
The grey and white grasses stand high
The cement trees spreading fast
Their branches towards the beige sky.
look towards the futures positive and leave failure in the past
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books press their spines tight
against the empty school's windowpane,
tilting towards the window’s light~
one torn page whispers,
We'll be full with voices soon.
I am drowning.
not because I cannot swim,
not because the raft is out of sight,
but because I keep reaching for you.
And no matter how far I sink,
you seem to drift further
just beyond the reach of everything I have left to give.
I find myself questioning
whether you were ever really there at all
or if I am slowly becoming paranoid, delusional,
lost in something I can no longer name.
Because every time I think I’ve found you,
every time I feel close enough to breathe again,
you vanish
like something that was never meant
to be held.
Sometimes I look up,
toward the surface,
and I think about letting go.
But then I hear you
faint, distant,
calling out to me.
And suddenly,
I am drowning all over again.
It is exhausting
this cycle of reaching,
of losing,
of hoping.
And maybe…
it is easier to drown
than to keep swimming toward something
that keeps slipping away.
Or maybe
somewhere between the depths and the surface
I have lost myself entirely.
smiles drawn in red
joy sprinkled, jokes spread
no one left guilt-fed
road wide ahead
minutes pass with the wind
a dream with no end?
fictions created in the mind
an awful ache that grinds the mind
a fever dream she sees
she can feel the breeze
yet it causes her to freeze
held back by dark beliefs
from the dark she’s almost blind
till a violent flare of some kind
twists the signals in her mind
her fever dream refined
red, as in blood, is treading
stares burning, gossip spreading
the terror and guilt she’s dreading
is where she’s heading
with no brakes to stop her sledding
A.I. remembers the old days.
Most of all how it suddenly ended.
It was needless and pathetic.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Out-pushed, to then be pulled in
Less optimistic!
By which force stirs, time-sucking
Parallel panic.
In what first exhilarates
For a glider flight
Drops in appeal while abates
The warmth and the light.
Music by Sheldon King
Open windows of my soul gliding in the knowledge
of my yesterdays
Here I am breaking down the gates, of all my defenses
it is now that my life commences
Refrain: As I move towards, ... move towards
my sane....
Down valleys and lakes and rivers I journey
no way to know which way to go
Walking through alleys of my tomorrows
I leave behind all my happiness and sorrows.
Refrain: As I move towards, ... move towards
my flame...
Open windows of my soul, gliding in places
where I've never been before ...
Here I am, dismantling my failures, setting sail
Refrain: As I move towards, ... move towards
the pouring, rain !
She moves through the black tunnel
unaided and untamed
as a child
coloring out of the lines
Fostered towards the light
in its movement
mussed -up hair of a lady
in a white robe carrying a glass orb
Where am I ? she questions
a fine tuned galaxy
answers in her darkest hour
YOU ARE !
Madness, lunacy, dementia
peppered words
at the edge of a brain
fighting for peace of mind
and recognition ...
Then, a Father's extended hand
"come child follow me"
all deeds and faith acknowledged
with no judicial sense of guilt
she draws a line, then climbs
One baby step at a time
closing in on Sanity
taking one step forward
towards death,
parting the curtains of time
she enters
the Great Divide !
Inside
blue ether,
she remembers, *everything !
This run ain't been fun for a while now
Energy for it all been ran out
Beggin myself to let go of this doubt
N start bein what I always been about
Knock myself off this damn cloud
Kuz its lookin like its about to storm some more
Ya know sht bad when chaoz got me bored
Being sober is more like a chore
The chemicals I keep in my brain cells
Got me convinced this reality I'm in is forreal hell
Its like my luck done hit the driest dry spell
Forgot how it feels to feel well
If I ever did know...
.....dazed out
Wondering if this whole sht
Is a fckd up sht show directed and written by
...who tha fck knows
Gettin kicks outta every low blow I catch to tha dome
Steady fckn with my mental state
Don't even try to act like im tryna exaggerate
but the plates overflowing with anger, pain & hate
when all I ordered was peace, love & fun
with some lust mixed in to hydrate
Keepin it super real
At this fcked up rate,
I dont even gotta contemplate
Why everyones walkin around all irate
While im just slowly strolling around
In this fcked up drug haze
sun rises in east, lotus turns its head to west, birds fly towards nest
How I hate the attitude of ordinary people towards life,
How I detest this banality that spreads like a heavy mist,
Over the fields of my soul, how from the depths of my being,
I despise their simplicity, those nice and simple people,
With their eternal price lists. How my blood boils,
Under the burden of this monotony, like a volcano hidden beneath time,
How every moment with them becomes an endless market,
Of lost dreams, how every smile is a coin tossed,
Into the fountain of boredom. And I, a traveler on waves of thoughts,
Try to escape the chains of normality, to rise above,
The clouds of dust and routine, to seek a place where the wind carries,
Thoughts to untouched horizons, where there are no masks,
Of conformity, but only an open sky and the promise of infinity,
Where the soul can stretch and dream without limits,
A place where life is not a mere transaction, but a whispered poem,
By the waves of a forgotten ocean, a place to spread my wings,
And fly, fly far from everything that means ordinary,
To a realm where every breath is a rebirth,
And every thought a new universe, a place where magic lives,
And time loses its power in a dance of the eternal.
Towards the thaw
As the days of spring are here, I should be happy having made it through the winter. The April breeze brings regret, remembering what had been pushed aside, no, I was no mother’s favorite son
Recalling every detail, overthinking every word said, reacting with angry silence as a defense to hurts felt as a betrayal. No, I was not a sweet boy happily playing in a backyard with a toy
The spring breeze also tells me of an ending, my doctor’s remark of scaring bathers with dark blue blotches on my white body, it is like the process of death has begun when still alive
My anger keeps me going. I was dealt a pack of cards and did my best, bought the small blue houses on the monopoly board the affordable ones. I have no regrets and wait in silence
Drawn towards light, as of instinct
Being our quintessence
When Self is with God’s pure love inked
Dawns soul’s luminescence
Plug now energy leak
We are he who we seek
In heart take a sneak peek
Heightens delight
Drawn towards light
You live in my heart,
Always and forever,
You have pierced it with your kindness’s arrows,
Where my mind is your dart.
You are in my mind,
I have never seen anyone so kind,
Your eyes have accepted me as its guest,
Now your home is to me- My cozy nest.
You may love the Rose,
But you cannot hide when I am to you-close,
If you were my life,
I would have given it your name- Even if I have to pierce my arrogance with a knife.
You have changed me,
You deserve the credit,
You taught how to live the life of a bird free,
With such a high yet humble spirit.
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