Poetry competition CLOSED 28th April 2014 8:07pm
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNERS-UP:
MusicallyMrM
and LobodeSanPedro
Interpretive Art
Anonymous
This is exactly what came to mind when I saw this picture. It got me thinking about myself.
Torrid
I haven't had sex for a month
part out of reason, partly choice
to see how life unravels
without the prospect of fucking
my fears away
had a nightmare last week
that a woman in my past
I screwed after a bottle of red
pierced my pussy with a needle,
stitched it closed with purple silks
while my exes read me poetry
in foreign accents, soaking
the floor on which I lay
with all the wisdom
of their whispers, spliced
and I miss the shiver
of quivering lips that stutter
their submission to the point
of no return, over and over
until they bleed out
their narcissistic frustrations
that skin is white and not red,
that bruises are more eager than ego
in the quiet of rooms where echoes
whip the walls
and though I crave the intimacy
of nothing, amplified to something
I am reminded that I fuck
like I kill, and I kill
to survive.
Torrid
I haven't had sex for a month
part out of reason, partly choice
to see how life unravels
without the prospect of fucking
my fears away
had a nightmare last week
that a woman in my past
I screwed after a bottle of red
pierced my pussy with a needle,
stitched it closed with purple silks
while my exes read me poetry
in foreign accents, soaking
the floor on which I lay
with all the wisdom
of their whispers, spliced
and I miss the shiver
of quivering lips that stutter
their submission to the point
of no return, over and over
until they bleed out
their narcissistic frustrations
that skin is white and not red,
that bruises are more eager than ego
in the quiet of rooms where echoes
whip the walls
and though I crave the intimacy
of nothing, amplified to something
I am reminded that I fuck
like I kill, and I kill
to survive.
Anonymous
I can't tell if that's sarcasm or genuine, but if it's not sarcasm, it is indeed listed and published.
Anonymous
Oh ok, happy days. Like I said, it's published. (Sorry Rain for the chit-chat, I'm leaving now...)
The essence of one's existence,
tied to marionette strings
directed to “danse de rapide”,
barely able to breathe
inside this flagrant, yet fragrant
resistance
Words, barely spoken
lips mimic motion
but never once heard
the melody of my heart
lest I rhyme, beats skip time
Behind the oil-paint and mask,
I mime the "walk of life".......
…..can you see me?
“For your entertainment pleasure sir...”,
...I pirouette, plie', ..s'il vous plaît ?
spinning round and round
faster than the speed of sound
until pen and ink bleed
tragically
upon my linen canvas...
...will you read me?
Crucifixion,
pierced by steely sword
deep between my thighs
"fullfilingness first finale...." my reward?
death comes quickly now
en la petite mort
my spirit soars beyond brilliant, blue skies
to the heavens I fly
leaving this beautiful, tragic mess
somewhere far behind.....
….can you see me?
I am finally free....
" Captured Unaware" *revised
she's anxious, but so luscious.. I'm sure a thankless subject
desperate performer; as she so seems to be portraying now
depravity wets her appetite and cavity with desire
separated to warn her, hunger between.. do I hear her growl?
captivity with her submissive passivity lights the fire
penetrated to warm her; it's what I require
cognitive dissonance, identify so I may sympathize
let's compromise and improvise with her disguise
shall I permit the guys to take turns to sodomize?
bad girls deserve some perverted hurt,
projecting my pain to protect her change from a filthy flirt
in the dark you sweat beads of who you are,
a dungeon damned of whom you'll become
perceived obscene, seeded fantasy, let me help you realize special misery
your perfect potential in abnormal psychology
memories relent, when I vent my violent stories with a sense of revenge
show me how you truly love, confide in me with what was
no secrets to keep my darling dream
sabotaged feminine fated fool, sex slave spoiled serene
Trouser-foul says splay your legs wide, while exposing your loins and breasts endowed
safe with your angel's mask,
quenching my past from my devil's wrath
violate or validate you're real, determine my sermon seals what you'll feel
through our sinful connection we'll see our twin reflected as one
slow-motion pours wrongs, you'll feel you're someone else who belongs
random voyeur, remote savior within my time-machine..promotes playing you mean
faster than clicks foretell of graphic hell, laughing as only a lonely psychopath can
strobe lights flash in a soporific slash, my lust prowls in coming now
wandering nightmare, my prey, beware of serrated blades
shredded clothes reveals dreaded views, showing demon's subdued
this one has never felt her screams.. "looking at you obscene.. I see you!"
jakehammer
she's anxious, but so luscious.. I'm sure a thankless subject
desperate performer; as she so seems to be portraying now
depravity wets her appetite and cavity with desire
separated to warn her, hunger between.. do I hear her growl?
captivity with her submissive passivity lights the fire
penetrated to warm her; it's what I require
cognitive dissonance, identify so I may sympathize
let's compromise and improvise with her disguise
shall I permit the guys to take turns to sodomize?
bad girls deserve some perverted hurt,
projecting my pain to protect her change from a filthy flirt
in the dark you sweat beads of who you are,
a dungeon damned of whom you'll become
perceived obscene, seeded fantasy, let me help you realize special misery
your perfect potential in abnormal psychology
memories relent, when I vent my violent stories with a sense of revenge
show me how you truly love, confide in me with what was
no secrets to keep my darling dream
sabotaged feminine fated fool, sex slave spoiled serene
Trouser-foul says splay your legs wide, while exposing your loins and breasts endowed
safe with your angel's mask,
quenching my past from my devil's wrath
violate or validate you're real, determine my sermon seals what you'll feel
through our sinful connection we'll see our twin reflected as one
slow-motion pours wrongs, you'll feel you're someone else who belongs
random voyeur, remote savior within my time-machine..promotes playing you mean
faster than clicks foretell of graphic hell, laughing as only a lonely psychopath can
strobe lights flash in a soporific slash, my lust prowls in coming now
wandering nightmare, my prey, beware of serrated blades
shredded clothes reveals dreaded views, showing demon's subdued
this one has never felt her screams.. "looking at you obscene.. I see you!"
jakehammer
Between the Lines
"Welcome to Home Depot. Did you find everything you were looking for today M'am?"
Is this better for you baby ...
it's chained and camouflaged
for the ease of my destruction.
glibly masked so I can't witness your reservations.
scarecrow limps
strung in the gallows of my making.
I beg for the blows of my dark executioner's sweet labrys.
swing it to split me inside out.
then flip it to slit my throat
with the poison that is both you and I.
make me choke on it.
No you can't list your little brother on eBay. I don't care what he did.
my hips
your pendulum
as you send me rocking.
pounding the cold gray slabs to tittles
with the breath of my shoulders.
entwined with shards of my pulverized flesh.
Can't your mother stay with your sister some times? Last time she was here I think she found some of my ... my ... things.
roasting in this inferno
my skin is caramelized.
my soul blackened at the edges
as it's charred with each rotation.
use
your
teeth
to release me.
delivering your antidote through my labyrinth's backdoor.
Are you sure nobody's gonna recognize me if you post it?
"Welcome to Home Depot. Did you find everything you were looking for today M'am?"
Is this better for you baby ...
it's chained and camouflaged
for the ease of my destruction.
glibly masked so I can't witness your reservations.
scarecrow limps
strung in the gallows of my making.
I beg for the blows of my dark executioner's sweet labrys.
swing it to split me inside out.
then flip it to slit my throat
with the poison that is both you and I.
make me choke on it.
No you can't list your little brother on eBay. I don't care what he did.
my hips
your pendulum
as you send me rocking.
pounding the cold gray slabs to tittles
with the breath of my shoulders.
entwined with shards of my pulverized flesh.
Can't your mother stay with your sister some times? Last time she was here I think she found some of my ... my ... things.
roasting in this inferno
my skin is caramelized.
my soul blackened at the edges
as it's charred with each rotation.
use
your
teeth
to release me.
delivering your antidote through my labyrinth's backdoor.
Are you sure nobody's gonna recognize me if you post it?
Anonymous
Eyes Wide Shut
The masquerade of realism, surrenders
to passions of mystical enigmatic lust
wielding web of desire in vortex of roleplay
lurked in the dark corners of the mind
Eclipsed facade of submissions engraved
sculpting perverseness of scarlet truss
a moth flying to the mouth of the flame
in apocalyptic trance of the ambience
Chastity stripped with bohemian equinox
intertwining concupiscent of tattered souls
titillating a requiem of sadistic pleasures
metronomically masochistic in reverberations
The hypnotic virginal canvas opulently undone
solicits hedonism bowed in flawed curiosities
fantasy flows incessantly through corridors
the evil lurks sailing on rivers of dreams
The sweet elixir drips from the golden chalice
staining baptismal lips of soul-less hearts
prayers of illuminati circled with daggers
pierce hollowed eyes secrets vowed
The masquerade of realism, surrenders
to passions of mystical enigmatic lust
wielding web of desire in vortex of roleplay
lurked in the dark corners of the mind
Eclipsed facade of submissions engraved
sculpting perverseness of scarlet truss
a moth flying to the mouth of the flame
in apocalyptic trance of the ambience
Chastity stripped with bohemian equinox
intertwining concupiscent of tattered souls
titillating a requiem of sadistic pleasures
metronomically masochistic in reverberations
The hypnotic virginal canvas opulently undone
solicits hedonism bowed in flawed curiosities
fantasy flows incessantly through corridors
the evil lurks sailing on rivers of dreams
The sweet elixir drips from the golden chalice
staining baptismal lips of soul-less hearts
prayers of illuminati circled with daggers
pierce hollowed eyes secrets vowed
Anonymous
Title: Oiling my porcelain skin
Face covered in a white mask
Completed my last task
I drank from a flask;
allowed myself to be taken to my past
Finding myself in this corner, crumpled, sitting
Again, abused; it’s quite fitting
For a lush like me, a pretty young girl
Sitting under an umbrella; I twirl
Allowing myself to be used; battered; bruised
doesn’t matter; I made the choice; afraid to voice.
The men, more than two, came, went on cue
Why didn’t I move; get out of the corner
from being on display for all. They moved in, I watched them hover,
remaining oblivious; removed myself from any cover
Too high to stop; I allow pain
Shielding myself in soothing, warm, imaginary rain
Pretending that I am a strong woman
I fantasize; leave my body
Forgetting morals, I am no longer me; let them begin
Unable to move, one by one, they commit mortal sin
It’s over, I return; pull up the torn sheet
Like a dirty dishrag; they tossed me aside, unbound my feet
Went their way; enjoyed the ride
Oiling my porcelain skin, like a slippery slide
I’m torn; smell of putrid stank
hear them brag about doing the skank
Laying for hours, recovering from trauma
Trying to figure out; make sense of drama
Vowing never again to get into this situation,
gathering my clothes; move to a bathroom washing station
try to remember how I got there the night before
Noticing graffiti; a dirty floor
Trying to look presentable,
figure out how to get home; seems incomprehensible
Not only because I don’t know where I am; I’ve no sense of principle
No magic potion to erase this hurt; the white mask from which I have hidden removed
I allow myself to go out in public; against my own will, slowly I move
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I can't tell you how much I appreciated this competition. It was hard for me (especially keeping it to 300 words) but I got through it, and it helps! Enjoy, P
Face covered in a white mask
Completed my last task
I drank from a flask;
allowed myself to be taken to my past
Finding myself in this corner, crumpled, sitting
Again, abused; it’s quite fitting
For a lush like me, a pretty young girl
Sitting under an umbrella; I twirl
Allowing myself to be used; battered; bruised
doesn’t matter; I made the choice; afraid to voice.
The men, more than two, came, went on cue
Why didn’t I move; get out of the corner
from being on display for all. They moved in, I watched them hover,
remaining oblivious; removed myself from any cover
Too high to stop; I allow pain
Shielding myself in soothing, warm, imaginary rain
Pretending that I am a strong woman
I fantasize; leave my body
Forgetting morals, I am no longer me; let them begin
Unable to move, one by one, they commit mortal sin
It’s over, I return; pull up the torn sheet
Like a dirty dishrag; they tossed me aside, unbound my feet
Went their way; enjoyed the ride
Oiling my porcelain skin, like a slippery slide
I’m torn; smell of putrid stank
hear them brag about doing the skank
Laying for hours, recovering from trauma
Trying to figure out; make sense of drama
Vowing never again to get into this situation,
gathering my clothes; move to a bathroom washing station
try to remember how I got there the night before
Noticing graffiti; a dirty floor
Trying to look presentable,
figure out how to get home; seems incomprehensible
Not only because I don’t know where I am; I’ve no sense of principle
No magic potion to erase this hurt; the white mask from which I have hidden removed
I allow myself to go out in public; against my own will, slowly I move
________________________________________________________________
I can't tell you how much I appreciated this competition. It was hard for me (especially keeping it to 300 words) but I got through it, and it helps! Enjoy, P
astringent ‘RRRrrrUuu’s ~the one-and-a-half quantum
entangled precipitations felt engaging
perspiring contractions swell fluidic
concoctions half-laden half-secreted
simmered in perplexing nonlinearity
abscising angioneurotic pungencies
seamed in quivers over feasting horizons
vulnerably exposing many jelled translucency
dripping lavish in accelerative ascendance
fabric rosaceous airs blanketed hermetic
fragments mutated as immersive figments
until and beyond serial-bombarding inflections
bland glands dissolved away in astringency
meteoric showering A s t r i n g e n c i e s
brutally torn self-espionage facades
hidden as bloated drone messengers
dressed unsuspicious as serving militias
excruciating timbres evoked frozen rarity
incessantly vibrating~emanating quantum
stagnated as constant expanding continuum
forwarded innards in a seamless spreadsheet
fine-line divides of the self and surround
proved difficult pinpoint of differentiation
peaking pulses in plateau burnt barriers
of staggered boundaries back to elements
imbued astringent RU tones easily assumed
absolution at somewhere right of the divide
full yet not fulfilled as it went baby-leapt
one-and-a-half measure, liveliness unlimited
entangled precipitations felt engaging
perspiring contractions swell fluidic
concoctions half-laden half-secreted
simmered in perplexing nonlinearity
abscising angioneurotic pungencies
seamed in quivers over feasting horizons
vulnerably exposing many jelled translucency
dripping lavish in accelerative ascendance
fabric rosaceous airs blanketed hermetic
fragments mutated as immersive figments
until and beyond serial-bombarding inflections
bland glands dissolved away in astringency
meteoric showering A s t r i n g e n c i e s
brutally torn self-espionage facades
hidden as bloated drone messengers
dressed unsuspicious as serving militias
excruciating timbres evoked frozen rarity
incessantly vibrating~emanating quantum
stagnated as constant expanding continuum
forwarded innards in a seamless spreadsheet
fine-line divides of the self and surround
proved difficult pinpoint of differentiation
peaking pulses in plateau burnt barriers
of staggered boundaries back to elements
imbued astringent RU tones easily assumed
absolution at somewhere right of the divide
full yet not fulfilled as it went baby-leapt
one-and-a-half measure, liveliness unlimited
