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XXcrazychickXX (Kiy)
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For What Nostalgia Is Worth

Angel_Of_Darkness
Rune L
Fire of Insight
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Forum Posts: 608

I have caught back up, now, and I have read all entries up to this point. (Now watch, somebody posted one while I was typing this... )

*Edit* Shocker, I was wrong. Nobody did.

Angel_Of_Darkness
Rune L
Fire of Insight
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Forum Posts: 608

By the way, for those of you wondering, I will be reading every entry at least twice. Once as soon as I see it's been posted, and once when the competition has ended. I will not be "judging" these entries until I have a complete list of entries.

Angel_Of_Darkness
Rune L
Fire of Insight
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Joined 22nd Feb 2013
Forum Posts: 608

Anybody new gonna try?

*Edit* I'm totally stalling the competition by asking for more people, huh?

Pathospassion
c.d.latin
Thought Provoker
United States 8awards
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Forum Posts: 172

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/158846-where-this-narcissism-ends-is-what-is/



I am that unforeseen kiss
You gladly received
From the guy you liked in sixth grade
And somehow I am your married maid
Who taught you self defense against invisible monsters
She deemed strangers
Even before you knew the true magnitude of it

I am your graduation pictures
That everyone thought were perfect
As long as they ignored your stomach
And somehow I am your prom dress
You had to get two sizes bigger
Than what you expected

I am even the daughter you had in college
Who kept you going everyday
And God knows I am your second husband's smile
That kept you inhaling for a while

i am your lover's peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
He used to make you Friday mornings
And i am even the morning
His heartbeat slowed to nothing
And I am the tears of brine
You left at the doorstep in a perfect line

I think you understand
That I am the preacher who said your daughter
Would not be addicted forever
And I am his confidence in Christ
And your daughter's faith in eternal life

I am your smile when your daughter says
I am no longer addicted
And I am even the fact that
She ignores you on your death bed
Much too excited about her upcoming marriage

I am somehow everything
And nothing at all
Because somehow I am all the things I have mentioned
And really just the boy you met
Your junior year
Who finally said it was true
That I really did love you  

Angel_Of_Darkness
Rune L
Fire of Insight
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Joined 22nd Feb 2013
Forum Posts: 608

I apologize for the inconveniences, but I'm adding one new rule. No extreme content poems. If you've already submitted an extreme content poem, you'll have to change your entry. Again, I apologize for any inconvenience.

HadesRising
Tyrant of Words
United States 34awards
Joined 8th June 2013
Forum Posts: 1613

Kinda lengthy

UNDERNEATH THE MOURNING STAR
(THE TRAGEDY OF GOD-CROSSED LOVERS)
 
 
I spied Faith sitting upon a rail.
Fair hair in the wind,
Watching the ships set sail.
Whispers from her wonder if
She’ll ever see me again,
As I sail off into the rift.
 
Gone to fight in God’s own war
Clad in celestial armor,
I go to break the door.
Of things so vile and beneath
Us, the holy army.
We will crush them under our feet.
 
     In Heaven, God looked upon Faith.
     And saw that without me,
     She was but a wraith.
     And sadness filled His heart.
 
Between the battles, I dream of her.
Sitting there so lonely,
Drawing her picture in the dirt.
Falling leaves remind me of the time
Of splendors and apples.
Before sin was a crime.
 
       Here in His kingdom sat one so blind
     To the love that shone
     But then Faith was still mine.
     A forbidden affair in His home.
 
In the heat of Battle I threw down their King.
Their morale was broken
And enemy horde felt the sting.
I proclaimed my victory for God’s glory
And headed for home
To Heaven, to tell the story.
 
     Word spread to the Lord of my win
     But He was full of envy
     For in His house Faith and I sinned.
     In His eyes there were many.
 
Sat her down in comfort.
Then told her about my doom.
She wept upon the shoulder of the Lord.
But him it was just
Another player knocked off the board.
 
There she stood on top of the stairs
And the air was so thick with despair.
Her stricken heart set to un-tune her,
And grief poured forth to consume her.
With one last pull of the heart strings
She cast herself from the spire
And the cold night air was lit up with fire.
 
     God was then struck with a rage
     And barred me from the chamber floor.
     I was to be condemned in a cage
     And I looked into the face of mistrust
     Once filled with just, but nevermore.
 
“Cast me, Father, as you cast her out!
Throw me from your heart!”
And thus, I lashed about.
“I have lost Faith to her doom!”
The, I, The Morningstar
Cursed God from Heaven to distant moons.
 
     And He said,
 
     “Her pride for you kept her so fair.
     Your death by my word led to despair.
     I cast you out, into the dark.
     Let the lash of her death leave a mark.”
 
And so I fell
Through fire and earth.
To rule beneath
A new rebirth.
And still I search
For where she burned.
I have looked afar,
From Hell to Earth.
I am still The Mourning Star.


http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/120851-underneath-the-mourning-star/

poet Anonymous

So so beautiful, this great piece by you, Hades!
Its so beautiful because it contains so much between birth, life and death!
One for my reading list

poet Anonymous

Pissing rainbows and being lucky

God built writers
to be caged-
 
he took a few bones, curved them
to push out chests;  
squeezed my tightened heart  
that existed only beyond the bars
 
and I resented each literary rib
of my near-thirty capture,
swaddled in swears and skin
that had never touched freedom
 
in the rare sense of the word
 
because no writer made a living
out of pissing rainbows,
or gifting keys with tags
that read "everything will be alright"
 
that unlocked the dead-bolts,
as all my withered butterflies
rotted slowly in black-ink pools
from the inside out.  
 
There was a quietness,
so stunted by apathy
 
that I mourned



(Link to the original - http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/105757-pissing-rainbows-and-being-lucky/)

HarleyQuinn
Riah
Thought Provoker
South Africa 4awards
Joined 2nd Mar 2014
Forum Posts: 98

Magdalena
Spartalena
Tyrant of Words
Wales 62awards
Joined 21st Apr 2012
Forum Posts: 2993

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/87436-street-called-deception/

(written and posted here January 2013. No edit of the poem today, just removed what was written under the title)




Street Called Deception
 
 
 
 
 
A carnival of lies
masquerading
behind heavy drapes
over obsidian eyes
mind manipulator
power motivated
suggestion the downfall
of his prey
your perception
now his to enjoy
 
 
You drip from his
rose petaled tongue
drink from his
bouquet of false imagery
he picks you a flower
everyday
as you inhale
it's fresh aroma
failing to notice
the decaying stem
 
 
He is enchantment
personified
everything you wish for
he will manifest
blinding you incapable  
of seeing through
the paper thin image
 
 
Fallen victim
to his false allure
he blows magic
into your heart
but it is tainted
with darkness
that you cannot feel
slowly slaying you
yet you are unaware
of your approaching demise
 
 
Watch out for the
masquerade
you will be misled
in the wrong direction
down a street
called deception




HadesRising
Tyrant of Words
United States 34awards
Joined 8th June 2013
Forum Posts: 1613

Mourganna said:So so beautiful, this great piece by you, Hades!
Its so beautiful because it contains so much between birth, life and death!
One for my reading list



Thank you. I am honored

crimsin
Unveiling
Tyrant of Words
United States 121awards
Joined 25th Jan 2011
Forum Posts: 2608

Angel_Of_Darkness said:Thank you guys, I'm glad to see this competition taking off. I thought it was going to stall, like all my other competitions. Crimsin, I have already read yours, and it is a great entry. I can see why you're attatched to it. I have yet to read the others, but I'm going to do that right away.

Thanks so much for participating, guys! (Actually, come to think of it, you're all three girls... thanks girls! )


Thank you Angel_Of_Darkness for such a kind comment and for hosting a great comp.

rain1courtel
RainC
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 3rd June 2012
Forum Posts: 230


poet Anonymous

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/96389-little-susie-hanging-from-the-cherry/

Little Susie

Little Susie all alone
Far away from her home
Sitting on a tire swing
In her head voices sing

Little Susie come to me
To the rope on the cherry tree
Little Susie tie it round
Till you're unable to make a sound
Little Susie hang for me
From the rope on the cherry tree


Little Susie put her hands over her ears
But still voices she could hear
She squeezed shut her eyes too
But the voices were flies that would not shoo

Little Susie ran away that day
They say she went to the cherry tree to play
And if you went and found that hill
Susie would be hanging from the branch still.

poet Anonymous

Not much nostalgia here haven't been writing long enough... but nostalgia in my journey than... which I have worked through with DUP...

Silence

I’m aware of the moment
when I acknowledged my thoughts
Confronting their impediment
Disempowering their plots.

The silence is uncanny
the vacancy I now feel.
I question my sanity
this sensation is it real?

Is it right to be alone
rid my house of unwanted
This is all I have ever known
how myself I have flaunted

Absence of my audience
now I step into my mind
Silence is the dominance
Fear and relief all combined

I now stand in my abode
the sense that this is all mine
Nature itself has bestowed
this location that is thine

Divulging all I juggle
demands of acquiescence
walk away from my struggle
Content within the silence


http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/155389-silence/

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