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I live a very very strange life

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In prose or poetry, DESCRIBE how the world, despite its vileness, is made unselfish.

Cover image for post Fractured Parallel Layers, by sandflea68

sandflea68 in Philosophy

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Fractured Parallel Layers

World dodges

ricocheted bullets,

buzzards of coded secrets

disguised in layered flesh,

despising those

who don’t fit its husk.

Hidden in a moldy blend,

a dance with no music,

in tumbled pages of rust

refusing to hold hands

with the enemy.

Watching promises

bleeding through

jagged cuts,

world evaporates

into fractured parallel layers

of scattered sand,

renting its skin in strips

from embezzled thoughts

of false witness

against antagonists

who don’t fit its image.

Stand up, brave world,

an unclothed skeleton,

for what is righteous

solving the riddles

of earth’s life force

by opening your soul

to possibilities.

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It started out as simple and true

And it makes no sense

To catapult back into you

When we are together

My bones begin to tremble

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Okay, how about a good visual nightmare or dream. It doesn't really have to make sense because a lot of times they don't. But, lets get as visual as possible. I want it to read like a vision and I want to see it as a movie in my mind. Make me feel like I am the one having the nightmare or the vision or dream! I will try one too. Try poetry, but any style is okay. Tag me!

bsquared in Dreams

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Homicide

Sheets pulling at my finger tips,

Calloused hands well kissed,

Rest in the hollow of my throat.

Gentle finger tips,

Skate across my cheek,

Hair falling like raining silk.

A squeeze,

Soft at first,

Then a wrenching gasp.

His hands around my neck,

Scarred with all the love I had to give,

Forever growing tighter.

Arms flail, wailing down,

Chest caving in,

Making room for the air I cannot get.

Soft fog packed between brain and skull,

Black curtains over eyes,

Then light spilling over.

Across the bed, sheets that held,

Lays out the back I've kissed,

Hands that deal death are nowhere to be seen.

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Prose Challenge of the Week #35: Write a piece of micropoetry that draws inspiration from the following word: “Equality.” 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. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge

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what is equality

a dream we try to make reality

a privilege that should be a right

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Cover image for post If I had a choice..., by PoeticPrincess

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If I had a choice...

If I had a choice

Where would I be?

If I had a choice

Would you love me?

If I had a choice to go far away

If I had a choice could I stay?

If I had a choice

To dream and dream

If I had a choice

Would you let me be?

If I had a choice

To walk in the rain

If I had a choice

Could I do it all day?

If I had a choice

To scream and shout

If I had a choice

Could I let it all out?

If I had a choice

To walk naked and bare

If I had a choice

I wouldn’t care

If I had a choice

To cry tears of blood

If I had a choice

Would you clean it up?

If I had a choice

To be hurt inside

If I had a choice

Would you let me cry?

If I had a choice

To be happy and live

If I had a choice

To smile and grin

If I had a choice

To skip around

If I had a choice

To sing out loud

If I had a choice

To be left alone

If I had a choice

To moan and groan

If I had a choice

Wail and cry

If I had a choice

Would you let me die?

If I had a choice

To choose one of these things

If I had a choice…….

What would it be?

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