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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.
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Without knowledge, who’s to judge?
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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 Lorem Ipsum, Perhaps?


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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April 15, 2022 at 7:37pm
April 15, 2022 at 7:37pm
#1030801
1st Place - Personify Writing Contest
Merit Badge in G Specials [Click For More Info] Congratulations for winning 1st Place during the April 2022 round of [Link To Item #2268646] !
When I'm Depressed

As a band of brothers, born connected in factory,
his tedious blade cut apart our unity as we laid.
We harnessed power as a grid, so near, yet far
in cool, dark days, boxed, undelivered -- perfect
until thin Styrofoam slid from surface, captured.

We connected to a new grid, electrified, explored
by tender, sweaty hands fumbling in eerie glow.
A cherub, illuminated an insurgent, prying, plying
into portals that employed renewed rebels digitally.
In a storm room, pain and suffering, she was consumed.

A nation of brothers under palm were her depressed.
Notes played, in tunnels to realms she sought coexist,
not careful, stained and crumbed a depressed land.
Her agony growing, not a symphony, composing
anthems about identity, when in finality was a man.

Words never spoken in his room to worried parents,
he employed us. Multi-dimensional worlds collided,
broke apart. Keystrokes ever changing, erasing, returned
a dark heart's song that depressed us again and again.
Struck in agony, virtually, in this tunnel nearing victory.

Uniform with the one, we warred with other nations, fought
a battle of good versus evil. Our keys struck harmony,
melody for those who could see our deployed need.
In the real world, she is he. In this multi-verse, now
undivided, we can coexist with a world of depressed.

Stoic, rigidly we transitioned mutually, respectfully.
Solemn nights alone, beneath those sweaty hands,
tender now. Peace restored in his land of confusion.
A band of troubadours sing in key, for the heart true
in identity; contextually, characters coexist with one.


4.15.22
30 lines, free verse
 
STATIC
Personify WC - Prompt, Entries & Winners  (E)
Previous rounds' prompt, qualified entries and winners for Personify Writing Contest.
#2270464 by GERVIC 🐉 WDC Dragon Vale

APRIL 2022
Prompt Object:
COMPUTER KEYBOARD


Keyboards are molds cut apart by hand to expose molded keys, tightly pressed back together after being socketed to corresponding switches.

Idea is keyboard thinks itself a nation with keys that are depressed (double meaning) by the user composing sad anthems this nation of keyboard helps express.

idea and concept…gender dysphoria leads to transgenderism in transformative poem? A sad and lonely process where the keyboard is empathetic, helps unify the young cherub in transformation to find friends, help, support and true identity in process.

Hard to personify a keyboard without sounding silly.
April 15, 2022 at 7:22pm
April 15, 2022 at 7:22pm
#1030799
I don those small galoshes on my feet, tight
straddling a baby toe, no wiggle room, blisters grow
with each stomped puddle. brown ripples dividing,
overflow an already doused street, in my sleep.
April eternal and I'm dry and still in PJs.
I spin her good umbrella, better than mine
(broken by the wind) and lance like a fool,
stabbed like a buffoon, back pedal, stumble.
but there's nowhere dry to land, bottom wet.

inside a windbreaker house, flapping as a bird,
as if I could fly from nest to bus stop,
mid-April, when I finally appear after dark.
I see it go by and hurl a steel lunchbox,
dented too many times, tumbling an alley
from a bruised big toe. I imagine he sneers,
as passing yellow rolls, sends a toxic blast,
when I wake up, fuss and wail, in April fading.
and I'm still dry, head lowered, shuffling.

I anchor the rear seat, in a cloud, as she drives.
past scolded, arms folded, ruled for having imagination
when April weather changes and I haven't arrived.
every gnarled tree out the window glares back.
but in my paneled room, she gently slides bedside,
tousles unkempt hair, reminds I need a haircut
and get ready in April. can't feel her lips brush
my skin, pale, wrinkling, sinking in bone,
where I lay and turn to window for information.

not too many days left before break. I expect rain.


4.15/17.22
28 lines, free verse

I missed the bus a lot, a lot, especially when there were so many puddles to splash. This is a mix of childhood memory, dreams and anticipating dying with her blessing before I go...to my new school.


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