Poetry competition CLOSED 30th October 2014 3:29pm
WINNER
Astyanax (Ceejay)
Astyanax (Ceejay)
10 Line Challenge
Want-full soul
Life of love and lust -
Wanting needing feeling ,You know
The one that never leaves ,The one that runs so deep -
Rushing through my body , Pumping through my blood - the
Want I want - want ..or should I say need cause with out it I can't
Breath ...suffocating ever so deep I Need air I Need air ! I want -
I need you
I want to be wanted
The want...I want - want !
Life of love and lust -
Wanting needing feeling ,You know
The one that never leaves ,The one that runs so deep -
Rushing through my body , Pumping through my blood - the
Want I want - want ..or should I say need cause with out it I can't
Breath ...suffocating ever so deep I Need air I Need air ! I want -
I need you
I want to be wanted
The want...I want - want !
T minus
10 quit drinking for 72 hrs
9 and smoking cigarettes
8 still smoked weed tho
7 thas my medicine
6 woke up early monday morning thirsty
5 beard had grown 4 inches
4 dick all shriveled up from not usin it on a 3 day wkend
3 tuesday,wednesday, whiskey lubricate all the mud in the middle
2 thursday went all out,8 balls and a couple trans sexual midgets in 22 dollar hotel rooms
1 ridin solo,fuck is it friday again already? better be the first of the month
10 quit drinking for 72 hrs
9 and smoking cigarettes
8 still smoked weed tho
7 thas my medicine
6 woke up early monday morning thirsty
5 beard had grown 4 inches
4 dick all shriveled up from not usin it on a 3 day wkend
3 tuesday,wednesday, whiskey lubricate all the mud in the middle
2 thursday went all out,8 balls and a couple trans sexual midgets in 22 dollar hotel rooms
1 ridin solo,fuck is it friday again already? better be the first of the month
10 lines.
9 seconds left to find
8 meanings behind this poem.
7 deadly si -ghts of the world.
6 o'clock we wake. We're still dreaming.
5 day week. Add the weekend, now thats makes us too weak.
4 Poems are 4 me.
3 art. No one owns any art.
2 little 2 late, the world is lost in capitalism
1 chance. 2 change. 3 art. 4 us.
9 seconds left to find
8 meanings behind this poem.
7 deadly si -ghts of the world.
6 o'clock we wake. We're still dreaming.
5 day week. Add the weekend, now thats makes us too weak.
4 Poems are 4 me.
3 art. No one owns any art.
2 little 2 late, the world is lost in capitalism
1 chance. 2 change. 3 art. 4 us.
Talking
When you ask her to talk,
She talks --
About her dreams and fears,
Her feelings of herself,
Her lack of self-fulfilment,
Her friendships and her friends,
Her sense of being she.
When you ask him to talk,
He says --
'What about?'
When you ask her to talk,
She talks --
About her dreams and fears,
Her feelings of herself,
Her lack of self-fulfilment,
Her friendships and her friends,
Her sense of being she.
When you ask him to talk,
He says --
'What about?'
Anonymous
Suicidal Love
My bones moan with your sorrow,
black and white shivers in moonlight
as you scrape melancholy melodies
across ribs which encase grey heart of night.
Your fingers draw blood from hope
with depression's desperate, fatal strokes.
Spiritual whispers of precious dreams choked
by the strangling stronghold of stormy reality
echo out the final groaning beg to make it all go away.
To feel your love--- when I can never have it--- is suicide.
inspired by NIN:
ttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j-5QuSd3TOQ
My bones moan with your sorrow,
black and white shivers in moonlight
as you scrape melancholy melodies
across ribs which encase grey heart of night.
Your fingers draw blood from hope
with depression's desperate, fatal strokes.
Spiritual whispers of precious dreams choked
by the strangling stronghold of stormy reality
echo out the final groaning beg to make it all go away.
To feel your love--- when I can never have it--- is suicide.
inspired by NIN:
ttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j-5QuSd3TOQ
sektioN8ty said: line-word count
Hi..
hey dear!
how are you?
I'm doing pretty fine.
Woah! that's really cool, huh.
Yeah, I thought you left town?
No; I never did, I've been around.
Though in an enclosed town called DUP town.
What's the meaning of DUP town? help me understand.
DUP means Deep Underground Poetry, a great website for writers.
Hi..
hey dear!
how are you?
I'm doing pretty fine.
Woah! that's really cool, huh.
Yeah, I thought you left town?
No; I never did, I've been around.
Though in an enclosed town called DUP town.
What's the meaning of DUP town? help me understand.
DUP means Deep Underground Poetry, a great website for writers.
Story of My Life
My heart lives in pain and fear
My Mind lives in mental abuse
My body lives in physical abuse
My heart is torn
My head and body ache
My eyes and ears sees and hears it all happening
I just stay there and let it all happen
Because NO ONE cares enough to do anything to help me
My heart lives in pain and fear
My Mind lives in mental abuse
My body lives in physical abuse
My heart is torn
My head and body ache
My eyes and ears sees and hears it all happening
I just stay there and let it all happen
Because NO ONE cares enough to do anything to help me
Anonymous
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Fired up inside
Until I have your life
You're always by my side
Until the end of time
Won't stop until you're mine
your heart is just so kind
It takes me back in time
Just to a place so fine
I need you to be mine
But not for just one time
Until I have your life
You're always by my side
Until the end of time
Won't stop until you're mine
your heart is just so kind
It takes me back in time
Just to a place so fine
I need you to be mine
But not for just one time
I can no longer compete,
My flesh is glass and still;
I thought I could complete,
But Time was already built.
All those past deeds and sayings,
They're no longer there to step to;
Everyone lost to their own frayings,
It's just another of my turns through.
Somewhere it is without consequence,
A strength to allow re-innocence.
My flesh is glass and still;
I thought I could complete,
But Time was already built.
All those past deeds and sayings,
They're no longer there to step to;
Everyone lost to their own frayings,
It's just another of my turns through.
Somewhere it is without consequence,
A strength to allow re-innocence.
He thought he would win, a sadistic smile on his charming face
Hands around my throat , so strong and masculine
but alas i am no normal girl
our wills may fight
an animalistic need to win
For we both are Dominate Sin
Breathe slow refusing to give in
a reddish hue across my face
but of course
he will end up laying on the floor begging me to touch more
Hands around my throat , so strong and masculine
but alas i am no normal girl
our wills may fight
an animalistic need to win
For we both are Dominate Sin
Breathe slow refusing to give in
a reddish hue across my face
but of course
he will end up laying on the floor begging me to touch more
