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365 Days of Poetry: Day Three-Hundred and Twenty-Five

the best intentions.
bring the worst ends.
the ordering of society.
goodwill toward men.
finish in totalitarian rule.
and dead children.

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365 Days of Poetry: Day Two-Hundred and Forty-Six

This #haiku inspired by Way too Fantasy’s Queen #promptoftheday.

like a blind man I.
turn away from the vultures and.
remember myself.


365 Days of Poetry: Day Two-Hundred and Nineteen

From today’s prompt at WtF.

take me to the field of green.
under the power of nineteen.
show me the turtle.
show me the rose.
take me to Oz.
where everyone knows.
the depth within a name.

Flagg will play his game.
whatever subgenre.
remains the same.
a song built to twist the brain.
behind red eyes
he’s not quite sane.
a servant charlatan.

connection,
moving through the worlds.
sing to me so I can whirl.
away and find the final tower.
down to one,
down to hours.
only to begin again.


365 Days of Poetry: Day Two-Hundred and Thirteen

From the prompt at WtF for 7/30/13.

It is not a fine.
place to be.
sometimes.
the inside of me.
when all builds up.
and wants to explode.
no one knows.
no one knows.

I say eat shit.
and hang it all.
when I feel this full.
when I feel this small.
the rage.
it needs a place to go.
no one knows.
no one knows.

misread dreams.
and unkept ties.
they bind.
they bind.
the evil tide.
will eat me alive.
no one knows.
no one knows.


365 Days of Poetry: Day Two-Hundred and Twelve

Inspired by this meme from WtF.

I am not a proper princess.
no glass slippers here.
I’d break them in a minute.
cause I don’t see so clear.

I am not a proper princess.
no frilly dress or lace.
I’d spill my coffee on it.
cause I missed my face.

There used to be a throne.
made of rocks and trees.
I sat on it, alone.
high above the creek.
They say it always rises.
but I know how to shove.
This princess of the tomboys.
still doesn’t know how to love.

I am not a proper princess.
no kissed frog here.
I’d break him in a minute.
cause I don’t see so clear.

I am not a proper princess.
and I don’t need a crown.
smother me in paper.
I really like the sound.


365 Days of Poetry: Day One-Hundred and Ninety-Seven

from this @waytoofantasy prompt.

somewhere old heroes.
shuffle safely down the street.
gone are valor and good deeds.
washed away in crimson.
blades and skins.
of too thick yarn.
blankets muffling.
the terror of war.

sometimes it is hard to feel.
when life becomes the same.
a second skin takes over.
absorbing all the blame.


365 Days of Poetry: Day One-Hundred and Ninety-Six

Inspired by a lyric prompt @waytoofantasy.

fear is the mindkiller.
pushing in again.
everything I used to be.
making no amends.
feeling like I’m not enough.
breaking all I love.
pulling out the little things.
spitballs on the ceiling fan.
dropping down to bleed.
can I make it back from this?
can I snap the chain?
now I have something to lose.
with the fear flowing out behind you.


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