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Rated: 18+ · Book · Spiritual · #1149750
10k views, 2x BestPoetryCollection. A nothing from nowhere cast words to a world wide wind
I’m disabled by more than blindness.

Writing: Like one of those adventure games where you go off questing in different directions but you don’t advance in life. Pretty medallions sought for words/my soul, a slow burn now. Life is full of misdirects right back to the start, you still quest with a thirst.

If they take time to notice, must be doing something right. Life of turmoil produces stuff like this. Not going to call it beautiful agony…it gets a bit uglier. Minced words too pungent.

scripturam in hoc non mutamus, quia stultus es et differentiam nescies.

hic honor, quem accepistis, non est operae pretium, sicut non est bonum.
*BigSmile*
si hoc legere potes, gratiarum actio pro tempore.

The beautiful mess you made.
         |
Without knowledge, who’s to judge?
         |
No gavel; no voice.

I had a lover's quarrel with the world - Robert Frost
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I'm sorry you got caught in the middle. - me

*Neurodivergent poet.
*I yearn to love without that fart in the room.
*Honesty without mincing words.
*Stay clear of those surrounded by rules.
*Real dialogue accepted.

Diagnosed with new disabilities in 2020: On the spectrum/ADHD (it gets complicated by PTSD and brain trauma). Been suggested by doctors I might want another brain scan. As it is: My words collect, arrange on a kaleidoscope spectrum. The true experience/acknowledgment of my writing yet to come...long after I’ve left WDC, am dead, or both?

Truly been a blessing, but I've been pushing it — envelope, push world and all inhabitants away, push buttons, find boundaries, no clue why, where I've lived in your dark. Now and then, push dirt out of this hole; someone/thing/entity might envision me the way I need to be viewed (if I knew what that was. Cryptic, I know. Try living in my dark, find comfort amid the strange, virtual walls that tempt me to try).
*The parenthetical ‘lawyer up’?



Foot free, I’m all over the place.
 
"Note: Poetry: life’s little interruptions amassing int..."
 

Best Poetry Collection 2X, nominated three years. What does it mean? I was enjoying myself, head bagged. A happy idiot. Something messed with that. I won’t be a coward; not starting feuds or wars over ideals and beliefs. We all know that’s a pile of crap packaged with dreams of pretty things to sell t the next boob that walks by. *Clown*

Been more than I could imagine or expect. My achievements aren’t going on a LinkedIn wall. I dig deeper than I should, push boundaries. Aimless words, brave or veiled cowardice, flinchingly flung, inadvertently hit targets. Get a ‘back off’ shoulder shot when asking your motivations to write.

No prize to eye; not incentivized. Dealt the worst two cards before the flop, do the best with what you got.



My Pluggers:
You are an icon here.*BigSmile*
You suffer, but you suffer brilliantly. Wow, what a great writer.{/blue}*Heart*

It’s like plugging myself, but using other people’s (reviewers) words…Review of "Epigram ‘n Aphorism Samwiches"
Your poetic muse is on fire! *Fire* Some great emotion, well-balance(d), lovely lyrical qualities -- even the ones that were written out of sadness or anger came through in a clever cadence…It's obvious you've put a lot of work into each entry and the totality of the blog has eye appeal. *Cool*

 
Published four times with one a literary journal, including… *PointRight*   "The Tender Core (Sedona)" 
I don’t submit because it’s too much work. Truly alone, know no one cares to show they believe/support me. Lip service feeds delusion. I’ve seen a lot of smoldering and snow. Try not be cynical, work hard at openness and consideration — work, sooo…gut thing.

*Toilet* *RibbonW* Merit Badge in Taboo Words [Click For More Info] Brian, Congratulations! You won 1st Place in Taboo Words with your fantastic poem, [Link to Book Entry #1027659]. I absolutely loved this! *^*Heart*^* Rachel Merit Badge in Poetry [Click For More Info] Thanks you for supporting the [Link To Item #power] with an order to the [Link To Item #powergifts] ! We appreciate it. *^*Heartv*^* Keep writing the beautiful poetry. [Link to Book Entry #1027659] is an awesome poem! *^*Starv*^* ~Lornda

 
Love my process constructing and sharing visions in words collected (no small task considering personal and physical limitations, see below).


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SuperNova Afterglow: End Of Days  (18+)
All that remains: here in my afterlife as a 'mainstream' blogger, with what little I know.
#1300042 by I Don’t Like My Name


No specific aim going forward (2014) ▼

 
What I used to say: 'Maybe, I just don't get it. Watch me fumble with my version of reality, expose ignorance as truth. You don't have to get me, either. But, wish someone would explain me to myself.' Now I say: *Cool* *FacePalm* Now: I was such a whore.
 


*Laugh*This is old….
What? Oh, this? A rhetorical, self-motivational speech I'm working on.
Don't just read the parts to construct your theory, as if to confirm (construed out of context) your opinion, mentally-stunted Neanderthal. Therapist wants me to be less negative toward myself. I see it as attacking, rather than being defensive. Fear I will chomp too many bullets unintentionally sent toward the unsuspecting.
If you can be triggered for stupid reasons, then I?
…just looked like me rolling around on the floor with myself.*RollEyes*
             



What Was NEW

Who am I, you ask? My mirror knows that question, repeated daily.

Just trying to create a little buzz, not boost my ego.

#amwriting #poetry #blog #contest #freeverse #award #bestpoetry #freyaridings #lyrics #music #video #YouTube

Can you believe it took this long for someone to put a quarter in me and push the button GET ANGRY?
 

Mud 4 My Eye: Is that you, Poo? 💩 Secret Back Door ▼

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January 12, 2020 at 8:49am
January 12, 2020 at 8:49am
#973219
This short story is really a mystery to some who've reviewed. I clued in those who wanted to know it's meaning. I could have been more obvious, at least with the ending. I reworded the description line and will tell you he is monologuing to a therapist. There's still one vague element to the story that helps explain his behavior, if you'll explore.

It's not long or cumbersome to read. I could use a different font:

 
STATIC
The Prankster  (ASR)
Things a boy does to make people laugh only serve to appease himself and cope with grief.
#1195045 by I Don’t Like My Name


January 12, 2020 at 6:24am
January 12, 2020 at 6:24am
#973214
Not To Dream

I love what you do to my head
But not my gut
Coffee

My lips could consume you
But not my heart
Saccharine

Wish I could see you with me now
But not my love
Morning

I return to my doughy-warm bed
But not to dream
Of you

All the ingredients will still be waiting
When I wake up
Alone


1.13.20

January 12, 2020 at 5:54am
January 12, 2020 at 5:54am
#973213
Your Philosophy, Not Mine
(Sequestered Bastard Child)

The whole world filled
With suckers looking for something to follow
Here I am at your doorstep
Basket-baby rejected
By ones who could not raise
Who would not rear me

Let me stray into your philosophy
Pleading now, tell me
What's wrong, what's right
Why do I bear such shame
In this helpless plight?

But you take me in
Your odd duckling who follows
Deep into night
Sure I belong to help
Carry on your fight

The whole world full
Of suckers like me
Who live by your rules
Sometimes recanted philosophy
Doesn't fit everyone
But especially a loner like I
Who would dare at your table
Ask questions, looking in your eye
I've been alone
Always alone in your sequestering room
Divided but what you believe
And what I think is right

The walls come down soon
In the dead of night
But it will be you who
Lays down, won't fight
Because you're sick of your creation
Who fears you will fright

Am I real if I pale from guilt
The imposed shame I carry
Because I'm a sucker,
Your bastard child alone
In the sequestering room, divided?
January 12, 2020 at 4:53am
January 12, 2020 at 4:53am
#973211
Eviscerating the ignorant. Now that would be a job.
And other things I would tweet if I could
Put the phone down?
Restless with a streaming social media portal begging I give up my secrets but no one will witness. Thanks for the like mom.

I can be awkward. So, the anonymous route or fake profile to say what you mean?
We’ve all been bullied, so don’t open your mind...just tweet.
I’m not here for branders, influencers or motivational speakers...although, they like back, like you first, but usually unfollow as their base of dead accounts reaches a million.
One million fake or dead followers? I can speak to an audience like that. Role I’ve been born to play.
I’m the guy muttering words to himself in public lately. Sing to myself in cars. I tuned out most of you so I can hear myself.
This stream of consciousness is why I’m alone.
January 12, 2020 at 4:23am
January 12, 2020 at 4:23am
#973210
Wrote so many beautiful poems tonight in my head but would not reach night stand to jot down...preferring sleep. But, it’s 3 a.m., so this drivel...

On Ricky Gervais:
Now Streaming...

Truth is refreshing
Truth is fleeting
We live in fantasy
Dream like Hollywood
Always believing
If we mean well
With no actions, Just words
Our invisible tapestry of rhetoric
Cannot tear
If no one can find a thread to pull

You yanked
We could feel it
The soft underbelly
Of fleeting actors
Holding glued costumes and
Hypocrisy. We knew
Here’s a man undeterred
Who should fear
Undeterred, has balls

Truth is out there
Woven thin, invisible to nude eyes
We believe in it
Sometimes touch
But too fragile
Don’t handle it like you
It cannot be grasped
By the likes of us and
Will we hear from you again?
Did you know you built
A right platform
For liberals hanging?
When do the executioners come?

It’s Hollywood
With enough time and money
They’ll write a happy ending
You had a role in it
Now cue Tom Hanks
To play you in the lead role
Soon streaming on ISIS.




Shared later on our Writing.Com newsfeed:

“Let pens be sabers like your sharp tongue, tweeted to Ricky Gervais tonight.

I took up a blade:

"Drivel: Gervais/I’ll never be famous"

Sabers. Is that ASR or 13+? Can’t let these word weapons be tools in the hands of our babes.”

ripglaedr3@writing.com


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