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SuperNova Afterglow Spews Embers of Time

by Citizen Journalist

Rated: 18+ · Book · Writing · #1300042

All that remains: in afterlife as 'mainstream' blogger, with what little I know. 20k views

Obshchak! Baby, Obshchak! Tin Roof…Rusted.

I should change my name, live a second life…better than this.

Some torn to the ground ▼

Some burn to the ground
Others removed brick by brick
Redesign for the times
When the lease comes up
Or just fold up

When you have a bad day and need a reason...

Formerly: New Zenith To Hell…(all started with arc as writer here from the trials of Rising Stars to Preferred Author to WDC Quills Best Poetry Collection...

"Whoever fights monsters should see to it…he does not become a monster.” - Some guy, I guess. Look it up?
I’ve been to the abyss and back. Not so bad.

The loneliest happy person you'd ever meet, when not the saddest person who needs to be alone.

In an ever-changing world, we need to handle topics at the ready. If you roll over and give in to the narrative without lending a voice, might as well hand over your civil liberties. Voices could connect to true conscience and spirit for honest and open discourse. Why feel so redacted?

Unify on issues or don't but put drama aside. Open minds require complete objectivity. Or, agree to disagree and have a beer. Just writing what I feel without the narrative-altering mind f---ing with my head.

[MY Chorus]
In your house, I long to be
Room by room, patiently
I'll wait for you there, like a stone
I'll wait for you there, alone
- Chris Cornell, RIP

"Some other stuff"
I'm in love with carefully chosen words, arranged just so, audible, edible, to inhale. I attempt to post new poems and epiphanies daily with some links to what inspires.

I am legally blind with a rare, genetic form of glaucoma. I'm described as "end stage" after two successful surgeries, still subject to further vision loss. Cataracts complicating matters. Writing Can get strenuous but seldom deters what yearns to emerge, despite a documented history of depression and recently diagnosed ADHD and undefinable social disorders and/or PTSD. Ammunition, or blanks?

My recent poetry:

BOOK

Never Was

(18+)
A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, and got in your eye.
#1149750 by Citizen Journalist

Sometimes epiphanies about my insights on writing and life and what goes on...

"Blah, blah, blah"
Making sense of life is maddening. Why do I need to know, when truth may not actually exist? Learning to accept would be a better pursuit? Flailing about in my own mediocrity, hoping to bust out.

I am visible. You can put a face with a name. I would like to see other writers, too. Fiction is what you write, not who you are.

Reinventing myself. I couldn't continue on the path I was on and needed a fresh start. This time around I want to put the focus on writing and the world outside of this community as it affects my life.

I realize now that I have been baring my chest a bit more, as when young. fake me much more boring and unliberated than the real me.

A world arriving as silent as that blossom in your garden that I told you about...

Merit Badge in Rare
[Click For More Info]

I like your work!

Thank you WakeUpAndLive~NOV Word Monger

for honoring me with your kind words!

Read here some old blog entries...

2018 Highlights ▼

Citizen Journalist

A signature image for use by anyone nominated for a Quill in 2018

Short answer, mostly relatable.

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Choco - Just Puppy Puppy Puppy

Nov 16, 2025 at 4:44am
In response to "Candid And Hopefully Fair"

Thank you so much for including me in your list of mentors. That really means a lot to me. You know how much I love your poetry, so to know that you consider me mentor-worthy is humbling. And, honestly, I could say the same about you. I've learned so much about poetry and my own writing through reading your poems. Thank you

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Cubby

Nov 14, 2025 at 8:54am
In response to "Candid And Hopefully Fair"

Aw...

Thank you for the mention, Brian! I feel honored.

I'm so glad you are part of this wonderful community of writers. It's like having a second family.

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Kåre เลียม Enga

Nov 14, 2025 at 7:52am
In response to "Candid And Hopefully Fair"

Thanks for mentioning me. This is the third affirmation in a week that I'm doing something that perhaps makes life easier for others.

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Kåre เลียม Enga

Aug 16, 2025 at 11:52pm
In response to "If Emus Won The War"

And the descendants of the Buffalo Wars went on to guide safaris in East Africa.

Or... having simply killed everything where they were, went elsewhere to kill everything there.

The Emu War is akin to the Dandelion Wars fought throughout America. Hint: the dandelions won.

Citizen Journalist

Jul 25, 2025 at 2:42pm
In response to "Brain Tapped"

Amethyst Autumn Angel

legit? That’d be cool.

No one has any thoughts to add here? I can set to community, if shy.

All I can say further, a major project is in the works…after my wife and I celebrate our 30th.

The upheaval begins when the details are worked out.

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Amethyst Autumn Angel

Jul 25, 2025 at 1:38pm
In response to "Brain Tapped"

Thank you for sharing your thoughts with us. Your perspective is appreciated

1 Like

June 30, 2025 at 3:19pm

#1092566

Dose Of Daily Gas - entry 1

Alice In Chains - “Man In The Box”
lyrics —

I'm the man in the box
Buried in my shit

Won't you come and save me?
Save me

Feed my eyes
(Can you sew them shut?)
Jesus Christ
(Deny your maker)
He who tries
(Will be wasted)
Oh, feed my eyes
(Now you've sewn them) shut

I'm the dog who gets beat
Shove my nose in shit

Won't you come and save me?
Save me

Feed my eyes
(Can you sew them shut?)
Jesus Christ
(Deny your maker)
He who tries
(Will be wasted)
Oh, feed my eyes
(Now you've sewn them) shut

Feed my eyes
(Can you sew them shut?)
Jesus Christ
(Deny your maker)
He who tries
(Will be wasted)
Oh, feed my eyes
(Now you've sewn them) shut

Slightly used armor, barely any blood.

March Madness Poetry Contest. Level up your game!

This is hell, so on a loop…

T̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ Ab̴̦̄̈͐̾̑̚͝s̸͉̻̃͘ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̰̅ͅcě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ o̷͍̥̣̺͋f̶̭̱̘͇͊͋̾̋̄͆ Wa̴͙͓̓̕vě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆l̵̩̘̯̪͋͒͒̉͒̄ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̅ͅg̸̫͙̻̭͐͝ț̴̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹̈́͌͆̑͋͂̅͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚

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