Featured Writer for April

Young Minds of Medium Writer Braden Turner

Every once in a while, I come across a young Writer who surpasses what I expect from that young one–Braden is exactly that type of Writer. He does not back down from a challenge and can flip micropoetry into long form and back to micropoetry without missing a bit. He is this month’s feature. Braden is in his last year at the University of Georgia and was just recently accepted to complete his Master’s as well. He is one of my favorite Writers to collaborate with and each time our minds meet, we make something so very special.

There will be two of his works published here today; one, a 5-word response to the topic of “Rejection” and the other is a superb poem that highlights the torment of humanity, the possible fall of love, and the gods who rule the world, but still let it crumble among its men.

People, please encourage his heart:


a manuscript titled: victory

Rejection Challenge

Photo by Ranit Chakraborty on Unsplash

You were merely
the prologue.


a manuscript titled: victory was originally published via A Cornered Gurl on Medium.


of gods and men

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humans turn their
worlds
belly-up, barbed branches
tearing apart their
seams.

watch them fight a war now,
play-things
enamored with the indefinite —
losing their minds over
elusive and tormenting
humanities
because they once had a taste
of such heavenly ambrosia.

watch from the skyline,
eagle-eyed
overhead with underhanded
magic,
 lancets slice through
pseudo-divine blood pacts.
wonder the questions, wander
for answers —

why do they eat up the inevitable?
piece apart timelines, time
zones separate then and now
isolation is human nature.
with a flicking wrist
we could decimate
anything, anyone
would cower at the thought.
but in their ignorance exists
unfeigned fortitude,
solidified
by their thirst for ungodly
indeterminate joys.


of gods and men was originally published via A Cornered Gurl on Medium.

Your Version of Love

Part III An Audio Poem

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You give love a headstart
telling it to run as fast as it
can before you catch it,
subdue it, chain it, and hold
it prisoner, doomed to a life
of serving only you. 

You let it out to breathe in
two seconds of fresh air, 
claiming the sun does not
have time for an extra pair of eyes
looking over its shoulders. 
You label love a safe place
yet you castaway demons 
in the pits of its lap, 
shoving your world into
the spotlight. 

Love has its eyes on you, 
watching your every move 
as you calculate an escape from
the escape that got you here
in the first place. 

Love does not come to your aid, 
does not fix you hearty meals
made from scratch, cannot remember
the day it looked at you and wanted
to take you right where you stand, 
strip you down to bare bones,
kiss the aching places,
and soothe the locking joints in
dire need of oil and hot baths. 

You send love out on
a coffee run, tell it to bring
you decaf with double cream, six sugars, 
and a shot of espresso, but
demand your change and 
refuse to tip. 
but, you want love to see you
in full bloom, waiting for it,
heart heavy, mind full of worry, 
and a soul tired of needing the 
one thing it cannot get. 

Musical Inspiration: Imagine Dragons/Natural

Originally posted via P.S. I Love You on Medium.
Parts I & II

Blunt

Abundant beauty

The rain bears its harsh breath
Down on my weary knees
I cramp at the sound of your name
The pain seeps in, creeps like a villain
An opponent with too much to lose
And I search for a clear path
Away from your reflection

I wanted a moment to love you
A lifetime to get it right without
Being your everlasting enemy
But you bit into my hopes
Ripped the core from my growing
Mountain of wishes
And saddled me with unanswered questions

The sting of you tears at my brain
Reeking like burned popcorn
Stinking up my home
No matter what I do
You linger
Breaking every precious second
Stealing every ounce of joy

My demise, predestined, you are
The weaver of disgrace
And I am blunted in new form
Fearful of your next blow