Debris

  My view is clearly obstructed by the muck in this room, by the suck of this gloom, where there’s no place for space, and this pace serves no race worth running, except away from… Beats hit the drum some, but I’ve lost count of how any of this counts, when every price paid only …

POET

Promise to catch me in the crease of your words, where craft coyly cradles the mysteries of your heart. I want to fall into your every breath and feel the undercurrents of their purpose. Your engravings etched upon the universe drip their dust into my soul. I become more whole with every verse. To breathe …

The Twist

Innocence lost in a dubious tryst Bricks stacked high between lies in the midst Heartbreak shatters morality’s quest, as love left tattered abandons the nest Wide eyes narrow and vengeance spreads broad The act becomes real, and truth – the façade Prayers lace lips like a crackhead’s rod, perpetrating belief in any known God No …

Unwrapping

Walls fall away as identity stretches for breathing room, intent on no longer being consumed by the belly of compromise. Lies weren’t told, but truths were held close to the heart, well behind its tongue. Tensions sung their parts along tangible cracks, while graces stood their ground, holding stool pigeons back. A lifetime of lacking …

On Living and Dying Day 29 by Nicole Allen

Dying to Live by Nicole Allen aka Apoetic1 of Nik’s Place   I die every day. Every day, I die… just a little, letting go of pieces of me which no longer serve a purpose. I must die daily, if I am to make room for more. I suppose the “finale” is somewhat the same. This life, this plane of …

The Wash

Pacing this floor, contemplating more, my propensity for content is trigger happy. I’ve got nothing to lose… except these lifelong blues in faded shades, since I’ve paid my dues and all the thirsting blades are now dull against my skin. Still, the surface gets scratched, then burned a little by the snatch… and I don’t …

Turbulence

Broken wings… these silly things, letting air flow through where substance should fill the gaps. Perhaps, as with weaker souls, my brilliantly crested breast can indulge in lesser pleasures, still survive the dawn, and redeem my righteous standing… just maybe… if I lay down my armor gently. Yet, fragility is no less feeble when coated …

Gravity

By Apoetic1     My position is grave. Skin pinned to these walls that keep chanting “slave.” Spirit pulled low, in spite of my levity, as this world misbehaves. Hazy is the universe, with grief-stricken eyes and a heart without verse. Got these chains hanging on words ‘cause this “freedom’s” cursed. Light shines above. Face …

Ambition

By Nicole Allen Hopes on delay, pending displays of “should be”… as I lay in waiting for self-realization. Swimming through nations of constructs, contemplating my currents, rationalizing my pasts; knowing neither lasts beyond this phase. Restive nights and diverting days pave rabbit trails to steal my gaze down other avenues. Holding reins to the good …

Unshielded

Undetectable, over the years it builds… an immunity to spirituality’s shield Freedom’s imposter wears the mask of my will Feigning impunity as the soul seals the deal Left in the wreckage are projection’s lies, a catatonic mind lost behind worldly eyes Everything known is everything inside; therein lies the root of everything despised More than …