nothingness – Mandibelle16

#OctPoWriMo Day 25: Poem — « Forgiving in the Dark » #amwritingpoetry

For OctPoWriMo Day 25, the poem is about making or breaking the rules. The type of poem I’m using is a Bop sonnet.

Crédit: Carrie Shea via Unsplash.

Sometimes there’s a riot, rules are broken,

When they don’t make sense, when a life’s stolen.

You can’t remould people into something they’re —

Not; people aren’t actors, words mislaid.

When the real and the fake’s masquerade,

How do you know what’s real, what’s not fact?

When anger rises and you should forgive,

How do you for better, for worse live?

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Too many people pass before their time,

Too many die barely having survived.

Have lived years to few, some years too many.

I’ve felt old before my time, not any —

Creativity left within, no hope,

But, I still give — I do not to mope.

I beg for true-home, no invaded space;

Voices turned cruel, lies from fake faces.

When anger rises and you should forgive,

How do you for better, for worse live?

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Some words are not said wisely, but some —

Are truth; need ascertainment in sun.

Some words are powerful, some ruthless;

Write, but to some what’s ‘right’ is truthless.

I surmise, I can’t ever please falsehood,

I’ll throw-out lies, to dark I’m worthless.

When anger rises and you should forgive,

How do you for better, for worse live?

Photo Challenge/Poet’s Pub: Poem – Quadrille – “Un-Muddle” #amwriting #poetry #dVerse #photochallenge

Thanks to NEKNEERAJ from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie for hosting the Photo Challenge. I’m combining with Whimsy Ghizmo’s #dVerse Poet’s Pub Quadrille challenge on the word muddle — to confuse.

Credit: Flora Borsi

“Bring Me To Life” by Evanescence

How you stare,

Inside my soul.

Nothingness overtakes,

My core.

Where’s my soul?

My will to heal?

My ill —

Pours out, revealed.

Lead me back,

No more self-scorn,

Self-inflicted demons;

Breathe your soul,

Into mine.

Relieve confusion;

Bring me to life.

Let me not —

Deteriorate.

Let my life,

Not be undone;

Radiate warmth,

Un-muddle me.

Tale Weavers Challenge: Poem – Lunes – “Talismans or Superstitions?” #taleweavers #amwriting #poetry

Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie forhosting this week’s prompt on Talisemans:

” Talisman weave stories of our hopes, our fears, our dreams, our pasts, and our futures. Weave a tale about a talisman – perhaps one of yours, and let us into the sometime secret worlds talismans represent and protect.”

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It’s not an exciting story,

It’s not a —

Huge secret, I’ve few talismans.

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Save a cross, if one —

Would call crosses,

Talismans; but I’m not superstitious.

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When the dead are gone,

They’re good and —

Gone; to another place sent.

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Perhaps there exists wandering ghosts,

Lost wailing spirits,

But maybe, they’re demons deceitful.

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There’s no inbetween, no purgatory,

No nothingness, only —

Eternal life or eternal death.

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I don’t consider much is —

Coincidence or luck,

Mostly, there are miracles –hope.

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Prayer is beyond this realm,

Something spirititual; ethereal,

Unexplained, mysterious, but for faith.

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Yet, I think superstition is —

A human creation,

If we cannot explain something,

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Make up stories, so we’ll

All feel better,

When logically truth is quite clear.

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A conundrum itself,

Faith mixed with,

Reason explaining what we fear.

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#OctPoWriMo – Day 2 – Kyrielle – “Facing The Void” #amwriting #poetry

Day 2 Prompt – The Void

As writers, and especially poetry writers, I believe we dive into the void on a regular basis to find the words, to gain perspective, to hibernate and more. How have you used the void? What does, “the void” mean to you?

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They said the void was some place dark,

A place to fear, our thoughts to erase.

Dove into the whirlpool, left my mark.