wordvango

Aug 2017

Lori Jones McCaffery

Drowning in pools of despair
That are almost ankle deep,
The uncaring who go stomping by
Keep splashing me with sadness
Mud that dries and bleaches out my tan.

Wallowing in bathtubs of self pity
I have no one to help me get
The temperature just right
And pour a few more bubbles in
With a towel held at the ready.

Gazing into mirrors of self doubt,
I see I’m not the first in line
For anything but second place-
And I was promised more than that
By the Prince on his white Stallion.

Hiding in the shadows of Narcissus,
I refuse to share my grief
With those unworthy to take part
In my universe destroying angst.
They only want to drag me to the exit.

I will not be moved by them.
I dug this cave with my own hands,
And I will not be forced to leave it
For some flimsy happiness
That won’t last past my lifetime.

What would I be if you took away
My special brand of ennui.
I’d be just another smiley face
In a world that’s overrun with them
And that I could not bear.

So go away - don’t splash the mud.
I’ll get my towel myself.
I’ll find a way to lose the race
And become a worldwide icon
As the Queen of Molehill Mountain.
ljm

Sometimes I take myself way too seriously. I remember as a child, being told by my mother: Don't dramatze yourself. I never knew what that meant. Now I do.

#humor #satire #spoofery #agrainoftruth

wordvango Aug 2017

I gladly accept

my voice
what shall I make of it
so strong deep
such an instrument

may I make a tool of healing
or enlightenment
a fool of myself
with unreasoning

or further man's evolvement
supreme or
cause any one to gain faith
strength or reason

a bit more reasonable
if that would be the depth
I gladly accept

Aug 2017

Akira Chinen

sputter and waste and love

She was the girl
with a broken heart
full of stitches that sputtered
and spat and beat on
despite the pain of being
and her smile
still had the charm and beauty
that could make anyone
belive in love
and she was the kind of person
he wanted to waste his time with
but he had run out of time to waste
and he couldn't remember
if he had meet her in a dream
or a conversation he had
while lost in his imagination
and it was all just the same
because he knew
he wasn't made to be real
anywhere outside
the world of crumpled paper
and lost pages
stained with blood
and ink sputtering
from his heart
that despite being dead
could still find a reason
to beat when lost
under the beauty
of the charm
of her smile
and it could have been love
in the imagination
of his dreams
or it could have been real
in the dreams
of his imagination
but it wasn't the time
or the place
so he slowly faded away
while imagining
what a dream it would be
to fall for the girl
with her broken heart
and they could
sputter and waste and love
and get lost in conversation
of dreams and imagination

Aug 2017

Lady RF - Rosalie Fayad

❤ Soulful Nature ❤

Mountains,
Oceans,
Rivers,
Trees,

The magnificence of nature
Makes me fall to my knees.

Such breathtaking beauty
Brings me to overwhelming tears,

As it captures my heart,
Embraces my soul,
And strips me
Of my anxiety and fears.

Valleys,
Hilltops,
Wildflowers,
Streams,

Serene, soulful nature
Vividly alive in my dreams.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

wordvango Aug 2017

the rule

than said a disillusioned young man
tired of propaganda
I think I shall
after all move
back to Russia again
where people realize fake news
is all there is
and oligarchs
are the rule