#predatory
ProWritingAid, Scribophile, Critique Circle, Inkitt, Wattpad, Medium, Reedsy, you name it If any of theses polite, toothless back-patting participation trophy
"circles" had anything but, people trying to make a profit off of your ideas or your willingness to share..
They aren't upfront or honest,
They should tell you how oversaturated the market is,
and they would tell you the truth about your work
being not only
unwanted
but un- needed. polite, toothless back-patting circles
Especially with the non-stop imflux of A.I. written slop
and **** disguised as Fan fiction.
Without tens and tens of thousands at least
its more than incredibly difficult to get a break or to make a break of any kind.
There are literally millions of well-written short stories,
books, and full novels
that nobody even looks at
EVER !
And to pretend that it's just a fantasy land of profit or joy is wrong.
'All you gotta do is throw some words together and you're gonna have success or popularity'—
that is not only misleading, but naive.
To encourage competition between unskilled amateurs and professionals with support, financial backing ??? … When the pros can’t even gain traction ?
I'll openly admit that I've been banned or blocked or chastised or whatever, put in time out by every single one of these, and repeatedly.....
They're just liars and they just want your money.
The only people they can actually help are literally like 4th grade level people who don't even know how to form a complete sentence. That's. ... the truth . I mean it's sad.
And the poor little teeny boppers that go there with their angst poetry and their sadness and their wah wah wah and
their wannabe build up to just kissing or
making out *** tales and it's pathetic.
Anyone with a developed voice or a brain will get flagged, censored, or shadow-banned for “tone.”
They don’t want real writers they want " content participants"
.
What’s wild is, they’ll still email you like some needy ex, pretending you’re “part of the family,” because every re-login helps their engagement metrics.
Yet, I still get their invites in my e-mail almost every single day email like some needy ex texting .
Play make-believe in a digital daycare full of fragile egos and corporate parasites pretending to be mentors..
I go on, and within hours I'm already in the moderator's office or the bad boy room, and they're telling me, oh, we gotta take this down. The most recent verbiage was archived. I've been archived. Yeah, like they're gonna save me, preserve me for later.
A rainy day. lol
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Oct 8, 2025
Oct 8, 2025 at 10:09 PM UTC
To some Holy Land, now, gather ye,
There, to spend the night in Gethsemane.
Entreat with the father or maybe the son,
Perhaps they can tell you when a war is won.
For another parent, another child,
Their once ancestral home defiled.
Did it help, the blood you spilled?
Your mark of Cain; your curse fulfilled?
Run to your God and pretend he hears,
Believe in lies and dark new fears,
Deny to others their right to live…
We saw what you did and will not forgive.
Where two or more are gathered,
The result is anyone’s game.
But make it many thousands,
And often it is just a shame,
How Gods remain suspiciously quiet,
When the killing is in their name.
Nov 17, 2023
Nov 17, 2023 at 11:08 PM UTC
I drive all night
The only way I know how to fight
I drive all night
To search for light
I noticed a possum
I thought it was playing dead
Until blood blossomed
Like a flower out of its head
My vision flooded by red
My heart filled with dread
My mortal anxiety only grew
When I realized I have blood too
I hear the deer
They're busy snickering and bickering
While my emergency lights are flickering
They scatter in different directions
After possible danger detections
They are timid and meek
They hide in remote foothills
People see them as weak
Because their kind doesn't ****
I followed a mad rabbit
That made a bad habit
Out of always running
And digging holes
It thought it was cunning
And made of gold
Until a predatory eagle
Made it feel less regal
I witnessed a raccoon eating and called it a thief
The next day I saw it lying dead in the street
Did my erroneous blame
Lead to its execution?
That's part of the game
In this institution
Every step
Could mean death
Just by making noises
You're making choices
There are jaguars and elephants in some places
There are humans in others
Predators have different faces
They could be your brother
On this darkened road
I reach a sedentary mode
When I approach a herd of stray cattle
In my mind there is a reciprocal battle
I could strap on a saddle
I know where to prophetically lead them
But the path of least resistance is freedom
Is it really right to use disciplinary order
To keep them within a fenced border?
This road is a loop
That passes by farms of no fruit
Or vegetables for that matter
Yet we somehow get fatter
Society bloats while it starves
Because we refused to see the signs that were carved
So mothers start crying
And vultures start flying
Because everyone is dying
We're always making new recruits
To drive along this predatory loop
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 2:58 AM UTC
the dress is lying still
on her hips
but not at rest
a tight caress
that stalks in wait
proxy to the prey
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 11:47 AM UTC
I went to the bride expo
I took my daughter to this fare
I went to the bride expo
I didn't really care
I went to the bride expo
It chilled my mind and raised my hair
I went to the bride expo
Thieves and crooks, were there
I went to the bride expo
I took my credit card
I went to the bride expo
For it, the vendors, hard
I went to the bride expo
I didn't want to stay
I went to the bride expo
And sold my soul that day
I went to the bride expo
forever now
I'll pay
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 11:56 AM UTC
As the wandering eye did catch.
A glimpse of girl that she might fetch.
Charmed and wiled her way now,
And at her beauty willingly bowed.
Tempt her o'er a bottle of wine,
To see a flicker of wilder eye.
Reflected back across candlelight,
Then saw a shining gaze that night.
So now as I look back at you,
With sultry shaded eyes of dew.
Release yourself for our delight;
We could just forget this night.
Or remember wetly all the time,
Of caress and pleasure following ryhme.
Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 12:15 AM UTC
Predatory natures, illicit predatory things
prowling for dinner, ready with claws to spring
Blood the taste of iron, running down the chin
a sating of the need, eating flesh, bone, and skin
Who can gauge, the dreams of greater beasts
what they search and find, and ultimately feast
Running through the verdant fields of grass
no cares, desires, or needs
looking down the road
to where the hunger leads
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 8:08 AM UTC
A field hand birth in sandal feet
The afterbirth is ocean skies
She braces sternum abreast to me
The golden wheat and flies
Worms slither laced living
Within her locks
The holy realm
Her hips
A pelvis snapped will drool more blood
Than a thousand razored wrists
I supped of tears
I cupped
I drank
I grinned a hacksaw’s gleam
I undress myself
Till I am only bone
And bathe in sewer’s stream
Dream not of drunk
Dream just this birth
The golden wheat and flies
My daughter birthed from crumbling womb
Beneath these ocean skies
Ah
If only I had some blade
To cut her cord to she
I suppose the only shears I have
Are my spit shined pointed teeth
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 6:46 PM UTC