Dystopian by Vlad Teodor Petcu

In the thirteenth age of the Ununseptium nuclear storm,
The vestige of humans lies exposed in primal skins.
Sun is obliterated; his reign in tenebrous eclipse is walled.
Stars are in obscure dungeons enthralled,
While under moon’s ray of noise are called
Liar gods and mortals… now quantum’s decay,
In obscure abyss to be chaotic reborn;
As the particles of endless time grievous phantasms begin to form.
Caverns awake, mouth wide open as coffins,
And, as rapacious kings of old, over the shattered surface
Go rampant and increase all undead life consumption.
Clouds gather in bitter wings of fallen muse’s lace
Bringing, at dawn, the revival of Akasha’s tantalizing miasma.
Rotten redemption lurks in the shadows of the quill thief.

Congratulations to this week’s community favorite, Vlad Teodor Petcu . You can find the original piece on his blog, here.

Be sure to check in Monday for the newest prompt.

Photo Credit: ghib10 on deviant art/ Design Credit: Laura A. Lord

A Wordy Vote #3

This week’s prompt got us playing around with another poet’s words.

Have you been reading your fellow poets? Well, now’s your chance!

Check them out and vote on your favorite. Voting will last until midnight tonight and the community favorite will be featured on the site tomorrow at 10 am EST.

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Winter by Mel Douleur

She will steal your breath
Facing all unafraid
The power behind her frailty
Assumes a beauty
Found only
In sparkling, white crispness

Out of the wonderland
Sometimes rage
Defies reason
As she creates
The Blizzard
To prove her prestige

A storm like no other
Chilling and fear inducing
But with a purity
Not found in thunder
Lightning or even
Cleansing, torrential rain

The light inside her
Can sometimes be blinding
You cannot stare too long
You dare not breathe her in
You will not outlast her
Sweet Winter

Her fierceness
Will defy the strength
Of man
While her peacefulness
May invite pleasures
Unknown by too many

In her coldness
You will find warmth
In her grace
You will find foulness
In her design
You will find uninhibited chaos

Sweet, fierce winter
Often underestimated
Rarely coveted
But always
And forever
Picturesque and appreciated.

Congratulations to this week’s community favorite, Mel Douleur. You can find the original piece on her blog, here.

Be sure to check in Monday for the newest prompt.

Photo Credit: vuzel on deviant art/ Design Credit: Laura A. Lord

Left Logically Yet Right Creative by David Ellis

Basements are where we find ourselves, if we want to retreat from an indifferent world

Consolation comes alongside an axe to grind, since everyday life expects us to experience and overcome lows

Curtains are certain to come down on individuals, if their unsavoury motives are summarily revealed

Denial of ideals means we can’t connect to those we care about to see how good we make them feel

Expectations are always too high, demands we foist upon us just to impress others are unreasonable

Jittering from one thing to the next leads to unnecessary stress, the effects are often irreversible

Masks cannot help but slip when there’s nothing for them to grip; they soon start feeling fake

Obituaries are read side by side a heavy heart, the death of any relationship ultimately has tolls to pay

Restless in our endeavours, we’re repeatedly trying to please too many bodies with meagre time, all at once

Shivers run up and down our spines, whether we create them out of either fear or excitement

Swaying to the music when it fizzles in our minds, a defence mechanism designed to slay boredom

Swollen eyes from staying up round the clock, striving to finish off things we passionately believe in

Tumbling in headfirst isn’t the best strategy, unless you enjoy being hurt right from the start

Whiskey provides us a fiery kick but if you don’t like it then any alcohol or sugar rush will work

Meanwhile, on the other hand and flipside of this yin and yang coin

There are tons of cool things down here, silence allows us to focus consciousness in the Basement

Is it such a bad thing if we encounter lows? There wouldn’t be highs otherwise if it’s any Consolation

Trust is in short supply, it pays to keep our minds open wide, we must draw open the Curtains

Lauding ideals as pinnacles of evolution is what we strive for, no more living in the shadow of Denial

Playing to our strengths has consequence of giving everything our best, so we can raise Expectations

Questions we must ask, why are we are we so restless, then fix at the source to avoid Jittering

Hiding in obscurity just to please someone else? If we maintain our true identities, no need for any Masks

Relationships can die but teach us how to live and love stronger than before, new beginnings not Obituaries

A perfectionist is fine but you can’t please everyone all of the time, so be calm and less Restless

Abandon fears and instead, deliver pleasure to your lover, spine tingling affection creating Shivers

Music is soul nourishment, breathing in every note and word, mountains moved, opinions are now Swaying

Cheeks should be engorged from copious smiling and laughing, whereas egos should never ever be Swollen

Pride usually arrives before a fall but we don’t tend to learn anything, unless at first we’re Tumbling

Everybody has a shot at a happy life, true love and laughter, so in honour, let’s raise a toast with a glass of Whiskey

In the end, maybe we all just want the same thing

If we help each other, there’s nothing we can’t accomplish

Congratulations to this week’s community favorite, David Ellis. You can find the original piece on his blog, here.

Be sure to check in Monday for the newest prompt.

Photo Credit: RevolverWinds on deviant art/ Design Credit: Laura A. Lord

I Turn My Head by Franz

I turn my head
when I see kids starve
puppy dog eyes
with the Sarah McLaughlin music in the background
I turn my head
when I see people getting massacred
media has become a circus
with YouTube videos of cats failing
I turn my head
when I can’t do nothing about it I slowly die inside
with only my fears to hide
I turn my head
so sensationalized, so desensitized
I wonder if i’m soulless because I can’t cry
because I just can’t so I
stalemates are checkmates
I don’t see any changes
government economy conspiracies; fuck the Illuminati
I turn my head
Hollywood promotes occult like the junkies pop pills
with all this shit going on there has to be a hope for the future
an end to all this suffering
a rights to all our wrongs
there has to be a savior
so there has to be a time
and a place
where I finally

Congratulations to this week’s community favorite, Franz. You can find the original piece on his blog, here.

Be sure to check in Monday for the newest prompt.

Photo Credit: Dm3t-7zen / Design Credit: Laura A. Lord