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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, slow burnt. Full of misdirects, right back at the start, but still quest with thirst. Life of turmoil produces stuff like this. Not going to call it beautiful agony…it gets a bit uglier. Minced words too pungent. If they take time to notice, must be doing something right. scripturam in hoc non mutamus, quia stultus es et differentiam nescies. (hic) The beautiful mess you made: I had a lover's quarrel with the world - Robert Frost | I'm sorry you got caught in the middle. - me Neurodivergent poet seeks love without that fart in the room between us. Honesty without mincing words has come with a price for those juggling the hot my takes on what’s ‘truth’ (here’s some oven mitts). Best to stay clear of those surrounded by moat rules. Real dialogue is accepted. Wasn’t as open at first about recent diagnosis on spectrum with ADHD (complicated by PTSD, life of brain traumas). Been suggested by doctors of late I might want another brain scan (since 12/4/17…blogged). This poet’s words collect, arrange on a kaleidoscope spectrum. The experience of discovery through writing is the truest reward that has allowed me to grow and learn who/what I am — what other people get naturally, immediately, while I stomp around in it. Been blessed, but pushing it — envelope, world and all inhabitants away. Push buttons, find boundaries to trip traps. No clue why cat curiosity, living in your dark. (Bored, perhaps?) Now and then, push dirt out of this hole; someone/thing/entity might envision me how I need to be viewed (if I knew what that was). Cryptic, yes. Try living in my dark, find comfort amid strange, virtual, wonderful walls that tower above, tempt me to scale. Been more than I could imagine or expect here. But, achievements aren’t going on a LinkedIn wall  . I dig deeper than I should, often without forethought. Aimless words, brave or veiled cowardice, flinchingly flung, inadvertently hit targets? Get a ‘back off’ shoulder shot when asking your motivations here. Not fair?No prize to eye; not incentivized. Dealt the worst two cards before the flop, do best with what’s in hand. My Pluggers: You are an icon here.  You suffer, but you suffer brilliantly. Wow, what a great writer.  It’s like plugging myself, but using other people’s (reviewers) words…Review of "Poetic Referendum(s) On Life"  Your poetic muse is on 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.  Published four times with one a literary journal, including…  "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.   ![Merit Badge in Taboo Words
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No specific aim going forward (2014) ▼  Now: I was such a whore.  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.    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 ▼ |
| This Car Makes Sudden Stops The car lurched Hard When I threw the column gear Without slowing To stop. The cup holder claimed my hot beverage Fortunately; My head spared from dash and windshield By hard neck, Anchored to a spine, Always shoulder-harnessed To imitation leather Bucket seats. Idle, The running car awaits Further instruction. I see a road Through glass tinted enough, But dirty From neglect. I see a passenger side floor, Refuse -- Castoffs consumed, Forgotten, Always remains. But road. What road? And where have I been? It's somewhere near dark. Have I realized yet? I never enjoy Finding a side drive, Make another Y turn, Redirect this gaze toward home. What's home? |
| purpose of bread bags winter of '69 snowfall so great, thawed a torrent. I was a puddle jumper, stomper, breaking ice dams; rerouting the flow in boots not made for icy slush. so, my dad saved bread bags to place over my feet. I heaved each wiggling truant inside the leaky rubbers, to help him remove snow and ice from the drive. |
| In the empty chat room a poet writes; His name a blaze by cursor pulsing, as he taps characters to life. In the empty chat room, only he witnesses the echoes of his musings. Wall bled dry of color flooded. Squalls of tears burst forth, Hush in a pool unstirred Where they drown in pale, Purposeless pixels. |
| This obtuse, underground language You forced me speak; irksome, I know -- Like the minds of children, Unable to express to the busied parent, In crisis, un-counseled Un-able to form sen-ten-ces Your ears disavow. Not ready, Never prepared to give answers -- A language you haven't mastered. So, you set me down, Crying. Regret yet having me? These languages; One learned, the other unreasoned, Linger beneath tongues Tied, idiocentric. I hide in the wall closet, Build forts with good blankets In your home Mortgaged; tied To offspring like me Who won't grow up fast enough, Move out. |
Like entering your craft that you emotionally invest a personal part of yourself before critics and judges and anticipate awards (the least of which is acknowledgement)...
I'm sorry if I'm obtuse. Such is the language of poet's indirectly inferring their meaning for you to ponder...or not (for the indifferent). |
| Fog nestled low in this snow Curls about like ghosts In dark, dull, iterated morn. Street lamps glow on them, Reveal unexpected eagerness -- My whim to merge in those drifts. Winter lingers longer than shadows. Disabusing coffee laps my lips. I cannot savor hot brew, so I cast one hypnotic eye out This fluorescent-smeared scene. Steam ascends divisive glass. Ghosts haunt this home. With spring will come the dew. But, will I rise from my bed? |
| Pearls I put no pearls in your clutch. In my gear do not dive For baubles deep in my chest -- Exhale where I recline On temperate gold-grained shore, Sipping shaken fare. Cool fruits ground alive glide, Paint my nubile tongue. Aware of seagulls eternal yearnings, Winds high in palms Synchronize with churning waves -- Whitecaps rolling, lulling, Rolling, lulling Slowing Down Time. Beach towel draped on My white, horizontal plane, I admire thinly disguised Bronze skin smooth ambling Toward destinations I long be -- Not here With you When you need twenty-five hundred words Soon. This isn't paradise Where be-frecked snots suck Juice from a box that miss A wasp-hovered drum. Shrill shrieks and splashes Spear air beneath Diving board groans. This isn't what I signed on for -- Cold blasts remind It's a short season No one even ice skates When winter comes Here Anymore. I need a new publisher. I get that it falls apart. Another day when my head is not wracked with...ugh. |
| Helium Escapes on my horizon, Leaks From my drowning vessel. Helium Lifts the young heart, Breaks Overinflated, floating Dreams. You were my liquid Glowing -- Energy for a weak heart Dying Alone. Helium Inhaled, an addictive drug. Helium Exhaled, wasted by many. I wasted a chance Knowing, If you could not be contained, Going Home Alone. Helium, Too precious to possess. Helium, I sought in dark recess. Helium Eluded my dull eyes. Helium, Gone as time flies. Where are you now my dark Glowing? Will I ever posses you Showing Love? Leaking, Gone Forever. Subtitle: my obit for you |
| Coins (Hidden Spaces) The first coin you coveted Saved A touchstone gleaming With restored memory Visions of a child who dared dream Stowed away from grim reality In a wall closet Blanket fort with Chocolate-covered Marshmallow cookie treats Comics and pillows A flashlight with dying batteries Sending signals To another dreamer Who would clutch Round silver Nostalgia And the proper reading material Hidden in sheltered dreams. Not true finish to the initial inspiration from this. Just thinking how clutching a few coins felt special as a kid. Coins seemed more valuable than paper currency. The associated nostalgia is how I liked to burrow someplace with prized possessions and be hidden. I don't know why I finished showing as a shared experience. Though, I did sometimes with a playmate or little brother. |
| Fragments of my mind tattooed on matchbook covers from borrowed pens heeding an obedient hand clutching -- stab -- at the heart of dreams ... fragments ... of memories of scrawled pleadings `` cover `` a nightstand, fill drawers with forgotten reminders stabbing at my heart through my head What was I thinking? I digress: I know I promised write you an opus (you're kind not to note) One man not a symphony There will be no performance today -- postponed -- when rhythms returning beg this composer sing your hymns at a solemn podium in vacuous theatre -- and the marquee read? 26 lines free verse 1.26.20 5.1.20 first edit 5.1.20 entered into Shadows And Light Poetry Contest did not place 5.20.20 next edit...5.20.20 good subtitle? why I may never submit Commentary on this poem: I want to write what others want to read, but I have to be true to my heart and my soul pleading for another to visualize the way I do. |
| Prose and Dead Men Tiger-striped flannel and matching ball cap, if slid askew, would remind living family of the old man -- sitting on the tailgate of his blue Ford, sheltered amid flocked customers and other vegetable growers. Cracking wise in the corner parking lot of the local farmer’s market, his hat true -- angled in the locked position, a habit I suppose from serving in military. Nicknamed Big John, missed death as a sentry in Guam by just one hour -- relieved of post before another throat slit, a nameless brother in arms I would not learn until I was a man. I scribbled these musings in secret journals, hollow words spun in my corner booth for hours at mic’ed readings where no one peruses the printed commitments amid pregnant pauses. My endless voice scratchings echo an arena choked -- with tears in my eyes not for him but some liberal heart bleeding, actualize the purpose of prose. 4.21.20 Flexible on where to go with this. Irony of a life lived transcribed by a life not lived in his shadow. |
In our soft wood His wedge drove Deft swung the sledge gleaming Through the heart Cleaving each hewn member The trunk of our maple -- Core dismembered and stacked One by one Burned to ash, lost In the fires of memory -- Buried beneath bare, Frozen earth Centuries 1.22.20 I wanted to expand, expound on this, but thought, maybe I shouldn't. Rewritten: Family Tree In our soft wood His wedge drove Deft swung the sledge gleaming Through the heart Cleaving each hewn member The trunk of our childhood maple -- Core dismembered and stacked One by one Burned to ash, lost In the fires of memory -- Buried beneath our bare, Frozen cemeteries Centuries to come. 5.6.20 |
| Thanks to concrete_angel I can dislodge this concept of a poem that has been rolling about the back of my head. Now that we're driving Alex back to school, timing couldn't be more appropriate: Sorry, About Life There's a boy Who wouldn't eat his green beans So we also heated Sweet and juicy canned corn With every meal At the table Rarely cleared to be set With knife and fork and spoon. Then, one day He moved out And life has been a buffet Of green beans since. We apologize only For the corn. I'd also like to thank WCW. Title undecided Keep/remove 'his' from second line? Not much depends on that pronoun. Think🤔 |
| My ignorance must please you: Flail arms, squirm, unable To appease One who'd apply their bejeweled paper crown. I'm strong enough Run a marathon but Not bendable enough To ply your obstacle course. As you sit high, Or swing legs down, From your mocking perch (Steel cage of bars), Saliva drips from your perched tongue; Venom to me. I lace my sneakers For another run Through this playground (Your kingdom) Knowing the race Is already won. But who is the victor As I prepare for the world, Leave behind a nemesis Teeter-tottering with no one? |
| Smashing eggshell into The side of a red, teflon pan Over moderate heat, not hot enough. Skull imploding, already dead At evaporation point -- My nuclear winter -- Fried remains inside Man-made, coated steel. I slither and fry, yellow At the core, a baby Who never arrived -- Just one of 12 crated, Carried home from that morgue called the grocery store. |
I'm flawed Though you appear not witness. I glow Through the fatal cracks, bleed before I die. Should you clutch my hot corpse in your arms Keep me alive A little longer. I'm marked Though I never was perfect for anyone. I shine Through the dull exterior, gleam before The night. Dream you'll hold my hand, walk out these woods Keep me safe A little longer. I'm already dead, aren't I? How long did you know, keep the mystery alive? I'm wrapped in something my blindness won't see -- Longed it would be your immortal arms. When the dawn comes And you're not there to hold me, will you sing? Can it be melancholy? You don't have to care, Just let me know you saw me once alive. I'm cold Though you never tell me so. I wonder If the chill I feel arrived from your ventricles. If so There might be hope of rescue from another who'll Keep me dreaming A little longer. 2.16.20 Written on fly, as yet edited...now edited a little more... |
| I've been freebasingforming my poetry, again... Get My Drink On (Before It's Gone) I know I'm supposed to sound sophisticated, Like I know my way around the bar -- Advanced past margaritas and 7&7s To savor rye whisky from a jar. As I sip discount bourbon With Dr. Pepper from hydro flask, I have to ponder then ask; When did I stop drinking diet beer, The kind commercials touted? And what's this hard seltzer in a can That tastes like overripe melon water? I'm dared to mix Monster with UV vodka, Stir Kombucha with spiced rum. Yet, where is the fun? If there's no party to tout these drinks at, No memory aftermath -- Just a garbage puke bath? I imagine, because I'm at home in bed after 50, Getting my solemn buzz on; Though I'm ready to party 'til dawn, I'll view celebrities responsibly drink, Watch my waistline, I think. I'll still be pretty at 60, but I still need to eat. Have you heard About these low-carb, whole-wheat wraps...? Meh, who gives a crap. |
| As I hold you over the water I say better learn to swim my little pebble. Your dreaming center: hollow or hard core? Be like driftwood, though I know the untested result. Waters swift could rage, roll you ashore -- your destiny to meet with another pebble and more? Be happy I do not cast you further out, test your ability to find a home -- Because you are my pebble -- I place you where the waves obey the white moon, glowing with my eternal love. Hope you roll home soon with stories to tell. Ker-plunk! 1.13.20 25 lines, freeverse He starts his second semester of college. Hope it goes better than the first. |
| 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:
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| 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 |
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