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Rated: 18+ · Book · Spiritual · #1149750
A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, hindered by periphery.
...white-hot coruscating genius that more than once dipped its proverbial toes in the obscure.
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You get hungry as a seldom published author/poet/lyricist, so quit pedaling words and just enjoy the writing process. The bullshit ‘process’ of submitting is submission.



I hear what you’re saying, and…SMH
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*StarfishY* ~~~*Fishing*~~~*FishB*~~~*Beach*~~~*Swimming*~~~*Sailing*~~~*TrophyG* *Stop* *Fork* ————————- .

How I see myself create…in the zone
Curry Flurry:

Writing

The beautiful mess made:
I had a lover's quarrel with the world - Robert Frost

         |
I'm sorry you got caught in the middle. - me

Neurodivergent poet

 
"Note: Poetry: life’s little interruptions amassing int..."
 

Best Poetry Collection Been more than I could imagine or expect here.
Why Mail It In? In Latin

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


And other people’s (reviewers) words…Review of "The Absence of Wavelength"
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—too much work with ADHD, OCD, low vision in condensate in mental prison of failing memory. I’ve seen a lot of smoldering and snow. Cynicism bred, work hard at openness and consideration.

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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.
 



             



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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 #lyrics #music #video #YouTube #awardwinning

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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September 4, 2023 at 8:35pm
September 4, 2023 at 8:35pm
#1055173


Please Take Me Home
Song by The Bird and the Bee


Lost on an island with some joker who just jokes
Incessantly
And some singer won't stop singing, is it her or is it
Save me, save me, save me From the wicked things I see
Take me, take me, take me To a place I'd rather be
Please, will you take me?
Home
Will you take me?
I don't even know if I'd even know the way without you
Now
Will you take me?
Please
Will you take me?
There's too much to say but you'll say that I am much too
Tired tonight
Will you take me?
Home
Will you take me?
Carry me inside, like I carry you, you carry me inside
Will you take me home?
Tell me how you missed me while you kiss me
I've been gone for much too long
Going crazy, making babies keeping house and singing
Fill me, fill me, fill me With all the love I'd ever need
Kill me, kill me, kill me I would kill myself to please you
Please, will you take me?
Home
Will you take me?
I don't even know if I'd even know the way without you
Now
Will you take me?
Please
Will you take me?
There's too much to say but you'll say that I am much too
Tired tonight
Will you take me?
Home
Will you take me?
Carry me inside, like I carry you, you carry me inside
Will you take me home?

9.4.23

Why am I always the woman in these songs?

Victimized and Gaslit

I don’t control the narrative, so I write.
So, strangers will know.
And when I get to know them, tables turn.
It’s me on the other side, again, as they’re
spinning, spinning, spinning
spinning, spinning, spinning

Not my hamster wheel…
Not my…

It does feel like I killed someone.
The drama queen puts the revolver in my hand.
September 4, 2023 at 5:29pm
September 4, 2023 at 5:29pm
#1055164


Then, I just stop
Ask myself
How? Why,
Why am I in this place,
Halo off my face?

Shame, disgrace

Such an odd bird
To fly in your coop.

Feathers fly.
Why? How?
I did not try.

I don’t know…
I just stop,
Look at the door
That greeted me,
Spinning
Like a turnstile.

Only sidelong glances.
Not a smile.

So, I roost
For awhile.
You’re polite
Not to show me that door,
Take in your welcome mat.

I’m no dove,
Though I seek, seek…
Peace in this habitué,
Where I see dark,
Not a face
Of any of you.

I settle in more.
Cool, firm
Resting spot
That I got,
That I build up.

You steer the others away,
‘He’s not the one’
I imagine you’d say.
Wasn’t meant to be.

I’m afoul fowl,
Clueless rebel
I didn’t need to be.
If I hadn’t flown
Right through that door,
Such a clod,
Head like a woodpecker,
Hammering holes
With my face,
Gleefully
‘Til I’m tired…nap…

Just kill me in my sleep
Kill me, kill me
Can’t you see, see?

Don’t know what I’m doing.
I got a clue
I got the blues.
But it wasn’t from you.

Thanks
For putting up
With an odd duck.
Dumb luck
To struggle this way
Through life,
biding time.



9.4.23

Don’t need love.
Don’t want pity.
Just seek purpose.

Trying to write/share a poem a day. Not plugging tho. Like the wind, I lie, because I change my mind. I know how it makes you feel, but this constant doesn’t run through you,
fitful constantly.


Poem begins in the middle of something longer, ongoing

10.27.23


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