SOPOETIC

Joined May 2021

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GOALS: For my work to be at least IMPERFECT, not SLOPPY. LEVEL"Please Sir, can I have some more?"

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Diary of a Scarlet Macaw
Day 1 Humans are still destroying our rainforest. It is them that have caused most of the devastation of our population. That's what I have been told, and well, I kinda already knew about this. You see I do have eyes and my short white feathers that surround them illuminate the pale yellow color of my beautiful eyes. I am formidably strong and intelligent. My only wish was for the humans to leave us alone. One day I shall have to protect the younger ones too if we are not all hunted for our plumage, meat or worse still kidnapped and kept by humans as exotic pets.
By SOPOETIC3 years ago in Fiction
Psychosis in Prose
Lost And Wounded She was always alone and never lonely. Her baggage she wore like a badge. She carried with her everything she owned and had everything she could need, except the connection she was terrified to take. She hated communication, small talk as it all sounded like misinformation, she could not ever trust a soul. Those she had trusted from old, from her being young enough to depend on them, those had been the ones who told the lies, who let her down, and now did not want her around them anymore. She lived in threat of minor irritations until these things boiled over into fear and paranoid delusions. Every week another key would be handed to her, another lock change on a house that only she and her cat had ever entered. No one was safe to step inside but if someone happened to stop by and knock on the door, then she would call the housing up and another lock change on the doors once more. She kept her windows locked and blinds almost shut but open enough to peep to see people walking by passing by getting on with their lives and they never knew what was going on in her mind or inside those closed doors.
By SOPOETIC3 years ago in Poets
Abstract Heart
As we kissed two thousand and two, crazy little love-struck starlings got ready to take flight. Lifting their wings together in a flock ready for war.
By SOPOETIC3 years ago in Poets
Queen of Maybe [pt1]
This story was inspired by a soundtrack that I mixed for writing it. The link is provided below: QUEEN OF MAYBE Today, she could easily keep up the pace with the man she was stalking. It was quite clear he wasn't in a hurry today. Looking more relaxed than she felt she picked up the pace and continued to follow the taste of Hugo Boss she longed to lick from his neck. Admiring herself in the windows of the shops as she sauntered past. He always stopped for a burger at one of those vans that made you hungry even if you had just eaten. The fragrant aroma of onions frying was enough to tempt anyone. It never tastes as good though does it?
By SOPOETIC3 years ago in Fiction
Reservoir Requiem
The slatish waters of Butterley Reservoir gave back no sun as yet, still rising as it is beyond the hump of woodland made up of 525 oak trees. Soon will; as the lifting wisps of mist are hauled up into the icy skies, adjacent to the fading transparent grainy crescent moon hanging redundant under a lucid mash potato cloud, the full white disc shall be seen with views across the moors to Marsden. His clothes were wet and it appeared, at first sight, that his jacket was missing, then on further investigation, it became clear that it wasn't missing but it was lost to him now.
By SOPOETIC3 years ago in Fiction
?!! Paranoia !?
Recently, I came home from my Mother's house via public transport for which I used a bus pass. Later that day I couldn't locate my pass anywhere. I expressed my concerns to both my spouse and my mother. My spouse suggested I had maybe left it at hers. She suggested maybe it was still in my bag or somewhere on my person. I just had a gut feeling that I had lost it on the way home. Both of them dismissed my thoughts and said "Don't be paranoid, absolutely no chance have you lost it outside. It will turn up." without any authority at all.
By SOPOETIC3 years ago in Psyche
The Lonesome Poet
Loneliness Is the color of honey fermenting in a cool dark cupboard It happens when apathy moves in and connection departs
By SOPOETIC3 years ago in Poets
Twisted Trajectory
First Cut Is The Deepest: It's not everyday that I fall in love, I was seventeen and saw his spikey hair, chubby face and dark, naughty eyes. Today wasn't any different, his Essex accent made me salavate and I was strictly in lust. I was living in the back end of a council estate in the north-west of England. In my Nana's semi-detatched, end house situated in a quaint little avenue. There tucked away in a rough part of Manchester which, compared to London, was a semi-stunted city I was so much out of my comfort zone (with dating) let alone meeting someone from the south in a chatroom!
By SOPOETIC3 years ago in Confessions
Essential Ecqueerlibrium
Quote: "I’m queer," I told my Tinder match, who was an extremely hot straight dude. When that confused him, I added, “...and bisexual.” I date people of all genders, but my queer identity is so much more than a label to clarify who I date and have sex with. He seemed relieved to know that sex with him was still on the table and that queer wasn’t a synonym for gay, which, even in 2019, can still confuse the best of us." - Cosmopolitan
By SOPOETIC3 years ago in Humans

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Diary of a Scarlet Macaw

Psychosis in Prose

Abstract Heart

Queen of Maybe [pt1]

Reservoir Requiem

?!! Paranoia !?

The Lonesome Poet

Twisted Trajectory

Essential Ecqueerlibrium

Stories (9/0)