Poetry competition CLOSED 11th August 2011 4:30am
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNERS-UP:
Anon
and AshleyAugust
The Downward Spiral
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Anonymous
Can you be a little specific? Rules? Length? Number of entries? Type of poem? Theme? What are you looking for?
Anonymous
I'm guessing it's something along the lines of "chronicle your own personal downward spiral", in much the same way that the NIN album "The Downward Spiral" does just that. nothing_more looks to be quite the NIN fan.
Anonymous
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Anonymous
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i chanced upon a pair of eyes today
bold black and burning red
screaming misplaced scorn at the world
caged by heavy eyelids
when our eyes met i shivered
and tried to turn away in disgust
before they could scan me for weakness
and relieve me of some coins
they drew me in more and more
and i saw flashes of an angry dragon
thrashing and crashing in a tantrum
teeth showed and nostrils flaring
i was gripped by an intense fear
and i closed my eyes with a shudder
i wished to christ i had not stopped
to look in that damned mirror
i wished i never had to chance upon
the ghost of christmas past again
lest i find myself chasing dragons
through dungeons burning red
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I don't have a fucking problem
I have a bitch
Who dares take my bottle
Judges me
I walked into
my new family reunion
Intervention;
it even sounds nosy
My eyes burn; mouth filled with feathers
Their concern chokes its way down my throat
It would go down better with booze
Vodka under the sink in the bathroom
My secret horny lover; waiting
"I have to take a piss.."
"you don't have to fucking follow me"
First sip takes the spins away
I pour some in the toilet
Has to sound good, doesn't it?
The rest makes this shit bearable
Another empty bottle under the sink
He broke my soul
Five fucking years ago
Breathed every breath out of my
Spirit starved body
Left a corpse of a self
To carry on with the life
He didn't want
To share
Maybe vodka poured into the holes
Left me less empty
But I get on
I got somebody else now
A bottle and a new bitch
But I really don't have
A fucking problem
Do I.
I have a bitch
Who dares take my bottle
Judges me
I walked into
my new family reunion
Intervention;
it even sounds nosy
My eyes burn; mouth filled with feathers
Their concern chokes its way down my throat
It would go down better with booze
Vodka under the sink in the bathroom
My secret horny lover; waiting
"I have to take a piss.."
"you don't have to fucking follow me"
First sip takes the spins away
I pour some in the toilet
Has to sound good, doesn't it?
The rest makes this shit bearable
Another empty bottle under the sink
He broke my soul
Five fucking years ago
Breathed every breath out of my
Spirit starved body
Left a corpse of a self
To carry on with the life
He didn't want
To share
Maybe vodka poured into the holes
Left me less empty
But I get on
I got somebody else now
A bottle and a new bitch
But I really don't have
A fucking problem
Do I.
THE DOWNWARD SPIRAL
Living my life fast
Running from the past
the coke easd my pain
that drove me insane
but who cares im on my own
locked alone
in a violent cicle
a poison deciple
rehab can't break me
i let my habit take me
slowly and surley
i spirl down
Living my life fast
Running from the past
the coke easd my pain
that drove me insane
but who cares im on my own
locked alone
in a violent cicle
a poison deciple
rehab can't break me
i let my habit take me
slowly and surley
i spirl down
Anonymous
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Anonymous
My Head is Most Likely Like a Hole
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there is a hole
it is a deep one
it is one I fall down often
there are no needles there
no pipes
no bottles
there is only an eye
and it stares
constantly
it looks down on me
it never changes
this eye
sometimes
I imagine its iris is different
a black
instead of a blue
and I swear
if this eye had a mouth
it would laugh
and laugh
and laugh
because I'm lying at the bottom
of this hole
staring up at it
thinking it sees it all
when
in fact
it sees nothing.
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there is a hole
it is a deep one
it is one I fall down often
there are no needles there
no pipes
no bottles
there is only an eye
and it stares
constantly
it looks down on me
it never changes
this eye
sometimes
I imagine its iris is different
a black
instead of a blue
and I swear
if this eye had a mouth
it would laugh
and laugh
and laugh
because I'm lying at the bottom
of this hole
staring up at it
thinking it sees it all
when
in fact
it sees nothing.
Intoxication
My lungs are intoxicated by the smell of smoke.
I wish I could say this is a fucking joke.
My boyfriend pulls me in closer to im
His eyes are bloodshot and colours are dim.
Does he think I wouldn't notice?
As my fatal lips he tries to kiss.
Does he think I wouldn't care?
The pain I can hardly bare
As a cover up he tries to use a mint
But the pot has too strong of a scent.
His boy smothered with cologne
I just want him to walk away and leave me alone
As the smell of pot reeks
Tears begin to flood down my cheeks
I wonder why he is doing this
For the taste of pot his lips I cannot kiss
He promised he would quit
Be he lied I must admit
What if he gets addicted to his obsession?
This causes me nothing but mass depression.
What if he O.D's?
I'm helpless as he ignores my pleas.
I'm sorry my love, I'm sorry my friend but I don't understand.
Please tell me why, this I must demand!
I see I cannot change your mind
A reason for you to quit I cannot find
After all happiness is key
So I'll set both of us free
All that is left for me is to die
Love just let me say my final goodbye
Tis is what's easiest for me
This is how it has to be
I hold the gun to my head as my teeth chatter
I pull the trigger and you watch my brains scatter
I'm sorry it had to end this way
But it was bound to happen one day.
My lungs are intoxicated by the smell of smoke.
I wish I could say this is a fucking joke.
My boyfriend pulls me in closer to im
His eyes are bloodshot and colours are dim.
Does he think I wouldn't notice?
As my fatal lips he tries to kiss.
Does he think I wouldn't care?
The pain I can hardly bare
As a cover up he tries to use a mint
But the pot has too strong of a scent.
His boy smothered with cologne
I just want him to walk away and leave me alone
As the smell of pot reeks
Tears begin to flood down my cheeks
I wonder why he is doing this
For the taste of pot his lips I cannot kiss
He promised he would quit
Be he lied I must admit
What if he gets addicted to his obsession?
This causes me nothing but mass depression.
What if he O.D's?
I'm helpless as he ignores my pleas.
I'm sorry my love, I'm sorry my friend but I don't understand.
Please tell me why, this I must demand!
I see I cannot change your mind
A reason for you to quit I cannot find
After all happiness is key
So I'll set both of us free
All that is left for me is to die
Love just let me say my final goodbye
Tis is what's easiest for me
This is how it has to be
I hold the gun to my head as my teeth chatter
I pull the trigger and you watch my brains scatter
I'm sorry it had to end this way
But it was bound to happen one day.
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