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Written by PaulDChambers in portal Poetry & Free Verse

biting bats

Spikes of fight or flight

flash through his mortal

sac of skin and regrets;

dragging screaming ghosts,

a thousand aborted retorts

and words that befell deaf ears.

The same rictus grin grimaces

back, a thousand-fold from the

hall of mirrors in his oily mind,

assuring all that he is fine.

No, really. These bats flutter

around me, but they rarely bite.

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Written by PaulDChambers in portal Poetry & Free Verse
biting bats
Spikes of fight or flight
flash through his mortal
sac of skin and regrets;
dragging screaming ghosts,
a thousand aborted retorts
and words that befell deaf ears.

The same rictus grin grimaces
back, a thousand-fold from the
hall of mirrors in his oily mind,
assuring all that he is fine.
No, really. These bats flutter
around me, but they rarely bite.
#poetry  #philosophy  #mentalhealth  #anxiety  #fuckedupshit 
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Written by PaulDChambers in portal Haiku

five seven five

i wrote the haiku

the keyboard clicked out the words

so very meta

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Written by PaulDChambers in portal Haiku
five seven five
i wrote the haiku
the keyboard clicked out the words
so very meta

#poetry  #haiku  #spirituality  #meta  #inceptionshit 
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Written by PaulDChambers in portal Poetry & Free Verse

five years

you’re the water to my murky oil

I’m cheese to your dusty chalk

sense and the incomprehensible

no one could think we would work.

we never thought the two of us

would flow beyond just friends

time and love and circumstance

deep beyond what we could mend.

we burnt the bridge that we had trod

put flames out with measured tears

decisions made, surprised and shod

and here we stand now, five years.

your beautiful face, constant worrier

I support you in your many dark times

you raise me higher than my oozey mire

your smiles, your troubles are mine.

so worthy wonder that feels unworthy

we saddle up to once more ride

for more joyful moments otherworldly

and conquer it all, side by mismatched side.

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Written by PaulDChambers in portal Poetry & Free Verse
five years
you’re the water to my murky oil
I’m cheese to your dusty chalk
sense and the incomprehensible
no one could think we would work.

we never thought the two of us
would flow beyond just friends
time and love and circumstance
deep beyond what we could mend.

we burnt the bridge that we had trod
put flames out with measured tears
decisions made, surprised and shod
and here we stand now, five years.

your beautiful face, constant worrier
I support you in your many dark times
you raise me higher than my oozey mire
your smiles, your troubles are mine.

so worthy wonder that feels unworthy
we saddle up to once more ride
for more joyful moments otherworldly
and conquer it all, side by mismatched side.
#romance  #adventure  #poetry  #anniversary  #mushyshit 
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Written by PaulDChambers in portal Haiku

Hard to please Haiku

just grow the fuck up

you people seeking battles

it annoys the adults.

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Written by PaulDChambers in portal Haiku
Hard to please Haiku
just grow the fuck up
you people seeking battles
it annoys the adults.

#nonfiction  #haiku  #culture  #opinion  #humans 
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Who are you, really?
Written by PaulDChambers in portal Nonfiction

full/filled.

I have forever been equally blessed and cursed in life

a man that has just begun to live, by rights, as he should

after a boy continued doggedly way past his sell-by date.

Playing now to the strengths I have, but before never would

after chasing dreams of those to whom I could not relate.

I was a drug user, an alcoholic, a sex addict, all party,

overly confident, positive and anesthetised continually.

Now I don’t smoke or do drugs, drink, drunk moderately

sex is with one person, at a time, all the time, sometimes.

Yet I struggle with the black dog that hid cowering behind

the excesses, suppressed stresses, perceived successes,

and those I impressed in and out of short dresses

a tally of feast, hedonistic pleasures gorged with aplomb

yet respectful, and smiling, enemy-less, number one.

I am still a boy, but wear the mask of a steady man

for the grey world, yet let inner child out when I can.

The nonfiction now fiction, what was real hewn now in words

The blips on my radar all worthy, too late to gaze past birds.

Hard working, harder dreaming; this meandering life has been full,

yet if I died today, in this time of solidity, it would still be cool.

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Who are you, really?
Written by PaulDChambers in portal Nonfiction
full/filled.
I have forever been equally blessed and cursed in life
a man that has just begun to live, by rights, as he should
after a boy continued doggedly way past his sell-by date.
Playing now to the strengths I have, but before never would
after chasing dreams of those to whom I could not relate.
I was a drug user, an alcoholic, a sex addict, all party,
overly confident, positive and anesthetised continually.
Now I don’t smoke or do drugs, drink, drunk moderately
sex is with one person, at a time, all the time, sometimes.
Yet I struggle with the black dog that hid cowering behind
the excesses, suppressed stresses, perceived successes,
and those I impressed in and out of short dresses
a tally of feast, hedonistic pleasures gorged with aplomb
yet respectful, and smiling, enemy-less, number one.
I am still a boy, but wear the mask of a steady man
for the grey world, yet let inner child out when I can.
The nonfiction now fiction, what was real hewn now in words
The blips on my radar all worthy, too late to gaze past birds.
Hard working, harder dreaming; this meandering life has been full,
yet if I died today, in this time of solidity, it would still be cool.


#nonfiction  #adventure  #education  #poetry  #philosophy 
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Written by PaulDChambers in portal Stream of Consciousness

Infected

She had become infected. Infected with the easy, light laughter that was the symptom of love. Only time would cure her.

[I woke up at 3:30 with this entire thing going round my head]

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Written by PaulDChambers in portal Stream of Consciousness
Infected
She had become infected. Infected with the easy, light laughter that was the symptom of love. Only time would cure her.

[I woke up at 3:30 with this entire thing going round my head]

#fiction  #romance  #earworm 
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Write drunk. Post sober.
Written by PaulDChambers in portal Stream of Consciousness

drunken words, drunk on words

Cyclic,

sick, licked.

I’m adding,

I add 'im

on yon

sight-for-sore-eyes

site.

Four sores,

for sure

saw

I’m

smiting.

Exciting,

it’s my ting.

Damning,

damn him.

He’s seen

hissing

his song.

Full on

fool, fawn.

Mouth on

mouthing

words

sounds

rebounds

abound

bound

to be

too twee.

The rapists

and 

their apes

hit

on

therapists.

They're pissed.

We found

a wee 

round

of wordplay.

Oyez, oh yay.

Words,

play

all

day.

[I have no idea what was going through my head when I wrote this (except Evan Williams Single Barrel Bourbon)]

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Write drunk. Post sober.
Written by PaulDChambers in portal Stream of Consciousness
drunken words, drunk on words
Cyclic,
sick, licked.
I’m adding,
I add 'im
on yon
sight-for-sore-eyes
site.
Four sores,
for sure
saw
I’m
smiting.
Exciting,
it’s my ting.
Damning,
damn him.

He’s seen
hissing
his song.
Full on
fool, fawn.
Mouth on
mouthing
words
sounds
rebounds
abound
bound
to be
too twee.

The rapists
and 
their apes
hit
on
therapists.
They're pissed.
We found
a wee 
round
of wordplay.
Oyez, oh yay.
Words,
play
all
day.

[I have no idea what was going through my head when I wrote this (except Evan Williams Single Barrel Bourbon)]
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aim higher

Aim higher, people.

Higher than baseless adulation

of vacuous celebrities 

fake asses, tits and lips

telling you to

Love yourself.

Be true to you.

Be proud, girl.

While they

push their 

premium 

price-point

paints, polishes 

and products

on filtered social media

for you to blow a day’s wages on

in the name of aspiring to mirror

their lifestyle that you fund.

Aim higher, 

and try looking down

at the flowers 

you forgot to smell.

The books you don't read.

The things you don't learn.

The life #goals you set

from your beds 

and armchairs

staring at two 

dimensional 

worlds

as life cycles

by outside your

locked window.

Air. Nature.

Love. People.

Love people.

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Written by PaulDChambers
aim higher
Aim higher, people.
Higher than baseless adulation
of vacuous celebrities 
fake asses, tits and lips
telling you to
Love yourself.
Be true to you.
Be proud, girl.
While they
push their 
premium 
price-point
paints, polishes 
and products
on filtered social media
for you to blow a day’s wages on
in the name of aspiring to mirror
their lifestyle that you fund.

Aim higher, 
and try looking down
at the flowers 
you forgot to smell.
The books you don't read.
The things you don't learn.
The life #goals you set
from your beds 
and armchairs
staring at two 
dimensional 
worlds
as life cycles
by outside your
locked window.
Air. Nature.
Love. People.
Love people.
#poetry  #philosophy  #spirituality  #culture  #opinion 
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Written by PaulDChambers in portal Poetry & Free Verse

lone

I choose to go 

places alone

because I desire

to go alone,

craving solitude

not clamour.

Alone does not 

mean lonely.

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Written by PaulDChambers in portal Poetry & Free Verse
lone
I choose to go 
places alone
because I desire
to go alone,
craving solitude
not clamour.
Alone does not 
mean lonely.
#nonfiction  #philosophy  #culture  #opinion 
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Prose Challenge of the Week #53: Write about manipulation. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100 and will be placed first on our Spotlight page and the runner-up will receive 1000 coins. When sharing to social media, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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dance, little monkies

new day, tired foot, back, wack on the treadmill

stale goals, the same-ol', just had my fucking fill,

should the thought of death really fill me with dread,

or is it easier said, no breath, savaged head, misled

getting wise to the shit, hard to compromise it

those that count, real deal, over-empathised shit

family and friends, gather round now, welcome

shill me the reality, sad sack shit don't sell some

transparent promises, obvious manipulations

got me reading subtext in all you say, son

so back off, reverse, quit your bollocks hot air

your empty words as real as fake Trump hair

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Prose Challenge of the Week #53: Write about manipulation. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100 and will be placed first on our Spotlight page and the runner-up will receive 1000 coins. When sharing to social media, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Written by PaulDChambers
dance, little monkies
new day, tired foot, back, wack on the treadmill
stale goals, the same-ol', just had my fucking fill,
should the thought of death really fill me with dread,
or is it easier said, no breath, savaged head, misled
getting wise to the shit, hard to compromise it
those that count, real deal, over-empathised shit
family and friends, gather round now, welcome
shill me the reality, sad sack shit don't sell some
transparent promises, obvious manipulations
got me reading subtext in all you say, son
so back off, reverse, quit your bollocks hot air
your empty words as real as fake Trump hair
#poetry  #challenge  #lyrics  #opinion  #Itslit 
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