#OctPoWriMo Day 13/100 Word Wednesday: Poem – Blitz – “Pressure Engraved” #amwritingpoetry #100WordWordWednesday


For OctPoWriMo Day 13 the Prompt is If I We’re You. Also, I’m combining with 100 Word Wednesdays from Bikurgurl’s Photo Prompt.


Are there things you sometimes need to get off your chest? When was the last time you felt strongly that someone needed to see things from your point of view? I think this prompt lends itself perfectly to a Blitz Poem.


Credit: Alex Ilby


Such pressure rising as the dim lake drowns

Putrid water invades mr lungs, crushes my chest

Chest choking salt-water terrified

Chest rasping with each tiny breath

Breath weighted with ocean filth

Breath that’s sticky, wet, toxic

Toxic fears cripple my legs, tire-out hands treading

Toxic fears of the half-dead: I’m gasping

Gasping, a dumbbell crushing my lungs

Gasping as I let out deep breathes to cleanse

Cleanse my spirit of skin shivering

Cleanse my heart of this stress-inducing love

Love that drowns and makes me whole

Love that lets me finally find

Find a blissful beach without monstrous waves

Find a warm place on the sand to sleep

Sleep, I yearn for it as banshees screech

Sleep, I beg for it as the predators howl

Howl as I quiver, biting my nails

Howl as my courage trickles away– I’m outwitted

Outwitted by breathless panic, desperate pain

Outwitted, the Minotaurs talons clawing my neck

Neck enwrapped with silken scarves choking

Neck bundled beneath feather-silk, dreams killing

Killing me softly, these life-altering responsibilities

Killing me softly, these rigid expectations

Expectations you hold of I so meek

Expectations you hold, not understanding —

Understanding I’m a pins width from crashing

Understanding how with difficulty, I have strived

Strived to be where I am

Strived to be myself and arise

Arise, but not to discover I’m disadvantaged

Arise, but not to ignore my intuitive doubts

Doubts as steel wool scratches

Doubts as I’m carried out by the tide in the storm’s silence

Silence, if only for a moment I can collapse

Silence, self-care to reforge my walls

Walls of back-breaking stone, tough alloys

Walls that keep the creatures harming at bay, to —

To keep me safe, crippled shoulders un-tensed

To keep my bastion strong, so I can lay me down

Lay me down without your vise-like grip engraved

Lay me down to recover, before I rise to respire and inhale

Gripping my hands, crescent marks engraved

No trembling stress shocking, only mountain air to inhale.


©️Mandibelle16. (2018) All Rights Reserved.

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#OctPoWriMo Day 8/ #Saturday Mix/ #PhotoChallenge/ #MusicChallenge: Poem – “Storm from God” #amwritingpoetry #MLMM


For OctPoWriMo Day 8 the Prompt is moments of madness using a blitz form of poetry. You can find the form here from shadowpoetry.com. Also, I’m combining with Sarah from MindLoveMisery Menagerie‘s Saturday Mix Prompt of opposing forces. This week, she chose the opposing word pairs: admit and deny, and presence and absence. I’m combining with NEKNEERAJ’s from MindLoveMisery’s Photo Challenge, and lastly MindLoveMisery’s Music Challenge using Avril Lavigne’s “Head Above Water.”


Credit: Annija Veldre


Head Above Water” by Avril Lavigne

https://youtu.be/EKF6ghfcQic


The sea’s presence rises stories before me

Me, clenching my dress as awakes the storm

Storm unexpected as my toes clench sand grains

Storm rising as my heart wrenches, pulsing sobs

Sobs unheard as the monsoons rage

Sobs, in my ears, as the ocean steals me beneath

Beneath the sea, where I can’t reach safe shores

Beneath the waves, my breathe in absence fades

Fades as I pray, screaming inside, please

Fades, my memories of sadness, of hate —

Hate, I admit, I didn’t see the obvious

Hate that I missed the truth — oh, God

God, keep my head above water

God, hear my prayers as I beg for life

Life to live longer, to live fully

Life to see your infinite grace

Grace that tells me I can paddle

Grace that tells me I can swim

Swim past the terrors of watery depths

Swim past the darkness that swallows me wholly

Wholly, I’m becoming something more, out here

Wholly, it took near-death to find celestial lights

Lights of the shores as they glisten in day

Lights as crystals that refract, reflect the sunlight

Sunlight calls as I cough up half the ocean

Sunlight calls as I peel seaweed, spit-out salt

Salt of the earth, come closer now

Salt of the earth, keep me forever

Forever is never letting me stray far

Forever is supporting me as I float

Float in the surf, the sea shells cutting

Float half awake, not touching dry-land

Land, it’s a prayer mumbled between days

Land me on shore away from hostile depths

Depths of my cries, which no human hears

Depths of my tears, eyes stung by salt-spray

Spray my lips, don’t deny them purest water

Spray my skin, don’t deny it sweet moisture

Moisture that doesn’t tangle sopping hair

Moisture not burning as it seeps into weeping eyes

Eyes that fear such tempestuous seas

Eyes that fear such shadows swimming — worse, drowning

Drowning as new storms toss me each night

Drowning as the corals tear burnt skin from the sun

Sun stay longer as the sandbars come closer

Sun stay longer as my crimson blood trails — oh, God

God keep my head above water, come closer

God don’t let me drown, God . . .


©️Mandibelle16. (2018) All Rights Reserved.

Three Line Tales/Music Challenge: Fiction – The Guilt of a Freshmen Love #amwriting #3LineTales #fiction #Musicchallenge #MLMM


Thanks to Sonya of Only 100 Words for hosting #3Line Tales. Also, thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie‘s Music Challenge prompt #29 on the song “The Freshmen” by the Verve Pipe.


Credit: Michal Prucha via Unsplash


“The Freshmen” by the Verve Pipehttps://youtu.be/Jf3pXkBDhiE


When I was young I assumed I knew it all, and not one of us listened to each other; we hammered insults injuring with no thoughts for consequences. Then, we were guilt-stricken, sobbing as we crashed through thin-ice and drowned, as we insisted we weren’t obligated for denying our feelings; as swans plucked clean of feathers — our loves swallowed Valium. We denied them, they weren’t our responsibility because they fell in love first, but I’ll never know why we thought ourselves wise and wouldn’t compromise, washing our hands of our failed relationships — we never talk of dying for our sins; in the end we convinced ourselves, we were only freshmen.


©Mandibelle16.(2018) All Rights Reserved.

Photo Challenge: Poem – Quadrille – “Orange Crushed Tangerine after Nightmares” #amwriting #poetry #dVerse


Thanks to NEKEERAJ of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting last week’s photo challenge. I’m combining the prompt with the #dverse Quadrille prompt hosted by WHIMSYGIZMO at the Poet’s Pub. The theme this week is storms. 

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Credit: NEKNEERAJ

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Drowning in puddles, 

Forgetting undertow, 
Choking up waves, 

Coughing salty water. 

Betrayed by thirst, 

Middle of nowhere. 

Threatening typhoons, 

Weeping salt, 

Soul forgotten.

The nightmare’s, 

Encompassing, drowning, 

Until you awake. 

Orange crushed tangerine bleeds;

Vivid dreams cracked. 

Dawn rescuing,

Stranded heart beats. 

Birds on power lines,  

It’s glorious morning,

Just breathe. 

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©Mandibele16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers – The Boat


I live in a condo down by the boats on the waterfront. It’s a gorgeous place to live and the inside of the condos are spectacular and comfortable.

But what I love about the waterfront is the boats, our boats. Little fishing and yacht boats that we rent out to people. I love going out on my own and guiding a boat home just as twilight hits.

But my husband is always telling me to wear a life jacket. I hate those constricting things. Then one day my boat jerks sharply and I fall out of the boat. I’m not a good swimmer in these frigid waters and I feel myself getting numb. My splashing and hollering becomes less and less. Then hands reach out to pull me out. They are the hands of God and I realize I am dead.

Word Count: 141