Raindrops caught in spin,
a rhinestone trap so abstract.
Victims fall for art.
'my way is the best way-
and you all need to follow.'
a common statement made today.
so don`t fall into its trap and swallow.
we are not all one and the same-
for we have different thoughts and opinions.
so don`t let your ideals and thoughts be my bane-
holding me captive inside the walls of its prisons.
let`s put away our difference and just be as one
not a mindless zombie living inside a blood-filled carcass
I just want to wake to a dawn rising a bright-shining sun
and not to living in a world of no sun and endless darkness
Should you like to view the shrike
or have a butchers take a hike
to where they nest while at rest
but better yet sneak a peek
at the dancing yet docile
and stupid blue-footed booby
as it will make you smile
for they have no need to choose
a pair of blue suede shoes
and how to catch them
there's no secret you would keep
it's best when they're sound asleep
yes can you guess
if you dare when they nap
to snare one two or a few
use a blue-footed booby trap
I slept at the foot of the mountain,
There’s cheese in the trap waiting,
Bait out the prey,
Counting out every second it’s taking.
Haven’t ate in several days,
In a week.
Listen for the snap,
Now there’s dinner in the trap waiting.
I forgot my second language,
Guess I have nothing worth saying.
Thank god for this dinner,
Practice patience by leaving my plate untouched,
I haven’t finished or even begun praying.
Blue meats,
I need my flames for American Spirits and Marlboro’s I’ve been partaking in.
it's baggage on our mind when we'd prefer to be free
we at once realize we've become caretakers
weighed down with the burden of responsiblity
look and resist the craving to own
enjoy things in the moment
it's surprising how little we need
seek the freedom to be open
to what comes our way
unburdened and unencumbered
stuff is the anchor to our past
we deserve to allow ourselves
the freedom to be free
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Becoming a slave to my own paradise,
Becoming clingy to my own disregarded appetites,
Becoming a prisoner of my own created prison,
Becoming lonesome in my own crowd.
Recognising something lethal,
Pouring out something eternal,
Bearing some dirt of civilisation,
Tearing apart the burden of my own existence.
I've created my own traps,
Living forever in my own satire.
No appeal on the docket today;
I crave the unseens.
When the sins are unseen,
What verdicts can there be?
When the prisoner is the judge,
Is he called a metaphor of his own book?
So I've hold my head up high—
Hiding hatred that burns inside.
Perhaps this is not the last;
Perhaps this is an endless circle.
"Trap—for the ones who mistake affection for devotion, and fall for voices spun from smoke. He never promised me forever. But still, I stayed… oblivious. Drunk on words, blind in the dark, begging the silence to lie"
Then his words—
they don’t help.
They wrap around me like silk
only to choke.
Ancora una volta.
Again.
Again, I fall
for the way he speaks
like I matter.
Like I’m wanted.
But he’s my ladra—
my thief.
My freaking damn heart
is gone,
and he walks
like he never held it.
He smiles,
and I forget the pain.
He speaks,
and I forget the truth.
He lingers in my mind
like a lullaby
sung by a blade.
And I—
God, I still listen.
I still want.
Even knowing
he won’t reach back.
I dream of hands that never held me,
of eyes that never stayed.
Still, I wait,
like longing can rewrite
what silence never said.
He doesn't want me—
that’s the truth.
Even when his voice
is the sweetest trap
I’ve ever begged
to die in.
The animal trap
The artist the athlete the strength of the human condition
The leaders still fight
Those inner demons
Dance death into extinction
Loves only threat
Humans were a joke
Then they reached Olympus
Take the waves thrashing the ships
Be the conquerer
The life that takes
The world remakes
The feeling so hard and dark
At Attention stands the demon man
We can walk in the footsteps of tortured and striped bare
If you can show you care
We never support
A gun
A good reason
A promise to kill us
The Cynicism Trap
apathetic engaged
withdrawn open, free
distrusting entrusting
pessimistic feeling hopeful in outlook
always expects failure ahead strives onward for success
skeptic about the future to come altruistic in hope for the future
selfishness, deceitful, dishonest truthful, honest, cooperative
emotionally detached, withdrawn engaged, committed, sharing
gives up easily, becomes inactive resilient, determined to stay on
alone, stifling creativity and connections encourages partnerships, joint efforts
feeling unease
the disease thought
fear seizes heart
It’s not for lack of intelligence
My inhibitor is on the fritz
A frontal lobe phenomena
I’m prone to gaffes and fits
My amygdalae are loaded
A hair trigger set to snap
Sometimes words escape me
Like rats outsmarting a trap
Aroma and its gracious curves
Nepenthe of marshes is still a curse
Observe the birds passing by
Got stuck in a celestial trap,
Found myself nowhere within the gap.
Fell only for the crap,
Driving me insane with this verbose map!
Poke my nose, pinch my ear,
Don't want to reach near those lusty deer.
Pierced by your Cupid's arrow,
Never learned before how to kowtow.
Fun is never produced without wit,
A circle is never formed without subtle habit.
Satire is never programmed in my head,
With the perfect being, it overflows without any deadly break!
Madness sounds so typical,
In these verses, I want to make us immortal.
I am always afraid of time's transient nature,
Except for this dreadful joy, I want to be versed in your memoir.
Elevations do not make this bond great,
You and I are the prerequisites for this buttery bread.
Four in the morning, I am still thinking on my own,
Till another four, I hear the silence of sound sleep beneath my mind's gown.
Evil sets its trap
reeling us in by our souls
leaving us lifeless
The leprechaun trap wasn’t empty;
A toy leprechaun nestled inside
With a nice thank you note
That the leprechaun wrote,
So my granddaughter took it in stride.
If she’d caught one, she wanted some wishes,
Like a carousel built in her room
Or to meet Taylor Swift
Or a baby sis gift,
None of which she could get, I’d assume.
Her big brother, who once would have joined her,
Now knows Daddy left Seamus* behind;
He confirmed, with a wink.
Childhood ends in a blink,
With these memories etched in the mind.
*the toy leprechaun’s name, according to the note
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