#poetsandwriters

[zaahrawrites]

[poetrythreesixfive]

Trump vs Putin

When incompetence is paired with hubris,

as often is the case, the greatest danger

is that those who harbor the dual traits of

expertise paired with malice can easily

take advantage of an intelligence vacuum

and manipulate the world to their liking.

-GeorgeFilip

[f69f96]

Will always remember those words like, how I remember that the sky is blue, is not really a fact but is there when you look at first glance. I don't have time to reflect on everything and purposefully thought it out each time. Wonderful that deep down isn't true but, I'll always look at it and see blue. Isn't it?

[runofthemillwill]

I was once told that I would never be accepted into the contemporary poetry ecosystem because my poems were “too abstract.” I wear this proudly.

[musingsoftwistedpoet]

Weary journeys

I don't know where I am. Don't know how I got here; or even who I am. 

I've been on the road for days, possibly weeks. The group of travelers push and pull me along. Old women, young men barely adults by the look of it. Little children trailing along after mothers or grandmothers. 

I have made attempts to ask them why we trek along, but my mouth knows not what sound to form. Using strange hands, I feel around my face; no facial hair, rounded face, and up above my ears I notice hair pulled back with a leather thong. But what is leather?

~~

When darkness falls, we seek refuge in nearby woods. Fires are built, smells consume me and make the hollow ache inside me unbearable. Finally, a bowl is handed over with a hunk of hardened bread. 

Wetness seeps from my eyes, nearly choking me as I hurriedly squash the ache in my stomach. I still don't understand why I know these things, with no memory of how or where I came to be. Once the food is all consumed, gentle hands guide me to lay with the others. Its uncomfortably warm when the sun is high, and now a chill settles in the air. 

Surrounded by strangers, but cared for. Guided where my memory fails, I think I shall be safe here. 

To be continued...

[the-new-dawn06]

as a writer, i find that having several other small works to add on to during breaks from my Big Project so i can still be productive while bouncing around to keep myself from burning out is one of my better ideas. of course, i still take days-to-weeks-long breaks so i don't explode but it's nice to have a way for me to be healthier and still get things done.

alas, i remain a slave to my word count.

[poetrythreesixfive]

The Rest of the World

I need to write early in the morning

before the requirements of living

get in the way, for once obligation

emerges into focus, I lose the veil

that separates us from our fantasies,

that other world where vision takes

wing, dreams dance, and love wins

so if cannot answer the phone and

leave you waiting at the door, know

that it is nothing personal: I am just

feeding my inner child on his daily

ration of things that don’t matter to

the rest of the world, unbelievability

and all the dragons that come with it.

-GeorgeFilip

[musingsoftwistedpoet]

Even if I know the why

Can’t reason with madness

Even if the steps are clear and in theory

lead somewhere

Why must we make it clear

Whilst facing down our fear

Howling for a fight

Barreling into the night

My head won’t clear

Is it somewhere near?

Oh gravity guide me

Won’t somebody find me?

How must I carry on

Getting quite scary

Feeling weary

And oh so dreary