Welcome to the wacky. strange and sometimes outright ridiculously-warped views, opinions and stories of life, seen through the eyes of a Sickpuppy

Life of a runt, born to die but too stupid and stubborn to admit defeat - painfully suffering on through life to dominate the dog pound...

Because, in this life, fortune favours the bold

SOooo...

If you wanna run with the big dogs, don't piss like a puppy.

Excellent reason, I'd say...
I'm sure you'll win victory after victory as you reap the rewards to which has no limit , nor does it decline...
In fact, I believe you have already succeeded just by putting it out there.
Enjoy the journey

Welcome

This came as a pleasant blow to the gut ; very informative : i happen to be quite excited about putting 'em into practice ...

I was wondering if someone could post a short poem - for experimental use ; perhaps we could see how the same poem 'reads' using different styles of 'poetry' And 'punctuation because, I just dont understand what 'modern poetry' or 'blank verse' really is .

I'm also very interested to see how punctuation can change the meaning or 'image' of what the 'poet' intended whilst writing it....
I don't know; maybe this is not the right topic for that kind of discussion but, it's out there now.

I'm sometimes amazed at how much I think I know....

Greetings

Be Free

Lord Of The Flies - William Golding.

My tombstone marked with just one word...Why?

I gaze toward the hole in my socs and sigh
With one eye closed
And one eye open
This is how I begin to cry
Second to come to mind while this fate I battle to deny
Is Cannibus-Black, and my friend Jack
Rolled to a joint -
I Puff. My High

Now enroute to Dubai shall I fly
Past my tombstone, caused by thy lie
A perception maybe ?
A lie could it be, I wonder why
Love is for all
Recieved by some who may not even need try
Up up up I say , now you cannot die
Lest it be you know for sure , that the love you share
By a lie did it not die...

Flames burning accross the sky

Nah,You're still wrong.
I win

There's not much that i've written but, there are many moments I empathise with characters (usually the only one)....

I can only imagine that it would be an added skill to any and all who aspires to write more than just poetry or musings.

Just my two my two cents

''Driven By Nature's Most Mysterious Force'', she suffers and shines and brings hope and change to all who hears and sees
She knows not what power she posseses...
Expanding her imagination, creativity and talent .
Steadily creating the rest of her new world.
Step by step, day by day. She's one Rebel who'll never go astray.

Thank You for your Kind,
Heart warming words.

I met a girl.
She had a mother.
I met the mother.
She had a sister.
I met a sister.
She had a daughter.
I met a daugher.
She had a fettish.
'Twas love at first bite...

''Deliver the message, become famous, make a movie , then push your philosophy...'' Married Man A time then came When doubt forged a name Alone at the desk, I blankly stare at this mess A vision so blurry, unlike before Decades of writing, the world has not seen Years of injustice, finally in retreat No more will I stay Mentally driven, wounded heart at bay A glance to the left A...

Added 27 Aug 2013 | Category Poetry | Votes 8 | Avg Score 4.63 | Views 1,528 | 4 Comments

One For A Friend In distant places, I've come to know That where I go, I mix things up - living in spaces. Fighting within, I began to stare Watching from the side-walk at the circus I glare. They play and love, but mostly share A lingering lustful desire - with a raging heart secretly I declare Will living and loving ever be more than a game of truth or dare? I sit here taken aback,...

Added 18 Aug 2013 | Category Musings | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,039 | 3 Comments

The side of my head flat against the ground. Bitter cold air makes it hard to breathe. Red gravel and purple skies. A sickening stench of rotten flesh, my senses have come to know. The Past tormenting, the Future terrifying - From the corner of my eye, it makes its way. Helplessly hopeless - I resort to prolonged self-denying. Never-mind living, when in death there's harmony. ...

Added 14 Aug 2013 | Category Poetry | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 843 | 5 Comments

'Tis Indeed a form of truth, I see  Lodged betwixt thy blood and boon Departs thy heart unjustly so An act of courage, Nay! Indeed a part of truth, I see. Sold in its weakest form to me. How shalt thou have me this word descry? Belike the frown, whom cockholds the bauble and even the clown? Nay? Charming charmer, holds a tongue Too charmed, I really must say. Until now that is, did it not...

Added 25 Jul 2013 | Category Musings | Votes 19 | Avg Score 4.89 | Views 2,135 | 12 Comments

Today I feel like writing Perhaps something small My mind is clear and my heart content Slow, deep breaths I take, calming the body and soul There's this sensation within, an over-whelming joy As I stare at Nature's Garden, surrounded by the lake There are trees and there are roses and even butterflies. What a sight it is to see. All of Natures Garden I am so happy to be me. The birds...

Added 21 Jul 2013 | Category Poetry | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,365 | 6 Comments

Dear Burnt, I.M.O stands for In My Opinion - something I learned today BTW. I.M.O, anyone who writes, on whichever platform, shares a part of himself or herself. Well at least that's what I think, hence, IMO! So when I write about a vampire stalking its prey or a romance novel about a woman longing to be loved and penetrated by her neighbor, it could very well reflect my, or the writer's,...

Added 19 Jul 2013 | Category Musings | Votes 11 | Avg Score 4.82 | Views 1,028 | 11 Comments

He should've been at home. That's what he told her. Just a few minutes ago. He knew exactly what she meant. She knew it too. After all, it was in his own best interest. If any one of the city officials showed up at his place for a random check, and he was not there... It wouldn't have been funny.  Going to prison's never funny.  His first time surely was. Charged with contempt of court...

Added 16 Jul 2013 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 10 | Avg Score 4.9 | Views 1,137 | 6 Comments

Her Divine Presence My Heart's Delight An Overwhelming Ecstasy Missed On This Lonely Night Children Of Eden Hear Me Now Angels Of Mine Hear Me Well Ready My Throne Prepare For A Feast Oh Angels Of Mine Open The Gates And To The Heavens Below Send Down My Chariot Await You By The Sea For Her Heart Cries In The Darkness The Hour Of Forgiveness Ever So Near She Longs For Me Her Suffering...

Added 09 Jul 2013 | Category Poetry | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 913 | 5 Comments

Love Is The Origin Of Darkness Calling Dark Nights And Evil Whispers A Gift From The Heavens Love Is The Origin Of Anger And Pride Love Is The Origin Of Hate And Envy Love Is The Origin That Torments The Soul However So Sad Love Is The Origin Of Courage And Hope Love Is The Origin Of Demons And Angels Love Is The Origin Of Patience And Honour Love Is The Origin Of All Inbetween And To...

Added 08 Jul 2013 | Category Poetry | Votes 9 | Avg Score 4.56 | Views 1,162 | 8 Comments

It's the seventh of July. The house is quiet. The sun's sharp rays have yet to pierce through the wooden blinds. There's a sound coming from the kitchen. It's my sister Ash, she's baking a cake. This early in the morning and she's baking a cake? I get up to go see, but turn left to enter the bathroom instead. Now there is that familiar smell that I've smelled all too often. I smile at...

Added 07 Jul 2013 | Category Memoirs | Votes 13 | Avg Score 4.92 | Views 841 | 10 Comments