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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).


August 28, 2006 this blog opened ▼

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All that remains: here in my afterlife as a 'mainstream' blogger, with what little I know.
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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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May 28, 2021 at 8:42am
May 28, 2021 at 8:42am
#1010908
As a parent, I can only assume
to be a bad programmer, because
our code has been compromised,
hacked by scammers with brilliant videos
and remarkable deals that steal innocence,
crack open a childhood with dreams planned --
empty idle brains like pockets sowed with seeds
of ignorance and immortality we cannot obtain.

Must I refrain because I was aboard that very same train?

Rebellious youth does not teach wisdom, but mistakes learned from.
And the longer I ramble and lack recompose, they rob our youth, rob me
of dreams I once had, realized again in their eyes until the shine stolen.

As a parent, I wonder what I have done, what I can do
to build a better firewall. But once hacked, the damage is done.
I can't go to the store for another, with promise of a better outcome.
I don't really know how to write code, forced to write this one off?

5.28.21

One I'll have to give thought to.

We build them up and then shoot them down because we see them take flight in the wrong direction. There are not enough parachutes for this drama.

https://twitter.com/glaedrfly/status/1398262588027330562?s=21
May 28, 2021 at 7:31am
May 28, 2021 at 7:31am
#1010905
Signature for those who are nominated for a Quill Award in 2021 Merit Badge in Taboo Words [Click For More Info] Brian, Congratulations! You won 1st Place in [Link To Item #2139468] with your beautiful poem, Time-Wrinkled. This brought tears to my eyes. So well written! Rachel
Taboo Words - 1st

Time-Wrinkled

From her nightstand, emptied of cough drops, tissues,
reading glasses, and snapshots of a little man, came
a scent of old leather, time-wrinkled and bound.
The creased cover moaned gently, as I pried to peer
at her name scribed gently as a tattooed heart.

I crawled upon a cool mattress like the child
to warm under quilt, snapped on the overhead lamp.
The key to open a secret door I alone clutched.
The years waited upon me to return and saunter inside.

Beneath reality, eyes slipped past the donned jacket
to inhale an inviting aroma, hear crisp leaves bend
by my mindful hand, as a bright adventure for dry eyes
began. Her messages inhaled like forgotten dreams.

Like a talisman gripped, so too my mind, the decoder.
Minutes melded into hours, to days and beyond before
shadows from an inspecting sun reappeared about
the framed panes of winter glass, pinching me awake.

My heart wants more, my childhood, my dreams back.
Even just the touch of her soft-worn hand upon mine,
as we explored dank caves for treasures guarded
by pirates with surly lips and gleaming broadswords.

Perhaps, another classic, another day in her room.


22 lines
prose-y freeverse

5.28.21 final edit

For Taboo Words ▼

May 28, 2021 at 7:21am
May 28, 2021 at 7:21am
#1010903
Brazen Butterflies Beach Brilliance Bedazzles

                                                           -- *Butterfly2Y*

Buzzing
sunbathers ate bright butterflies
festive frolic. Brine wave-
walls crashed on all,
breathless.


6.1.21
6.22.21 edited


PROMPT (You don't have to use all the words or include them in the poem):
BEACH FUN, BUTTERFLIES, HEAT HAZE, SUNBATHE, BEES, PICNICS

REQUIRED POETRY FORM: CINQUINO

2-8-6-4-2 syllables in five line unryhmed

https://www.poetry4kids.com/lessons/how-to-write-a-cinquain-poem/

FORUM
Verdant Poetry Contest - On Hiatus  (E)
NATURE-themed quarterly contest.
#2000001 by Choconut ~ House Targaryen


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