Poetry competition CLOSED 9th January 2015 4:38am
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNERS-UP:
pseudonymous
and toniscales
Do You Hurt?
RIDING REFLECTIONS
The mirror communicates
with ugly images.
I am always filthy
even scrubbed to bone.
Three eyes of omega
remaining vigilant.
I am always guilty
lying under oath.
If you could define me
Goliath on his knees.
The ravens block the sunlight.
One restless soul for each.
If you try to love me
torn,twisted my machine
will bury you
the very truth
is the culprit,the disease.
The mirror communicates
with ugly images.
I am always filthy
even scrubbed to bone.
Three eyes of omega
remaining vigilant.
I am always guilty
lying under oath.
If you could define me
Goliath on his knees.
The ravens block the sunlight.
One restless soul for each.
If you try to love me
torn,twisted my machine
will bury you
the very truth
is the culprit,the disease.
Episode
With a simple trigger
My mind once again returns
To a dark, desolate place
A cold chill permeates my body
I'm fighting for another breath
Time stops in it's tracks
I feel like I'm dying
But nothing is wrong
I don't want to be alone
But people make things worse
I'm watching the clock, checking my pulse
Trying to clear my mind, keep telling myself
"Stop being such a pussy"
Now I'm freezing, sweating profusely
My ears are ringing, burning
Body trembles, almost at random
Within an hour, it passes, finally
Until the next episode
With a simple trigger
My mind once again returns
To a dark, desolate place
A cold chill permeates my body
I'm fighting for another breath
Time stops in it's tracks
I feel like I'm dying
But nothing is wrong
I don't want to be alone
But people make things worse
I'm watching the clock, checking my pulse
Trying to clear my mind, keep telling myself
"Stop being such a pussy"
Now I'm freezing, sweating profusely
My ears are ringing, burning
Body trembles, almost at random
Within an hour, it passes, finally
Until the next episode
She stares back at me, With teary eyes,
Her wrists bleeding, and mouth chewing lies.
She stares back at me, With a crumbling soul,
A heart with cracks, and mind black as coal.
She begins to smile, So fragile and weak,
Turns into a frown, Tears stain her cheek.
Love and happiness is her only desire,
But she spat words and now she's a liar!
Hated by the world for a silly mistake,
Look at the mess you bullies can make!
Her mirror a mess on the cement floor,
She digs in shards and blood starts to pour.
She sees her reflection and a smile began to start,
Now the girl in the mirror looks like her, Bloody and broken apart.
Familiar Faces
Livid faces
In this lineup
Waiting for my accusations
To come crashing
Through one way glass
They mock me with
Their swaggered smirks
And solicit my scorn
With downcast eyes
Then I realize it's no
One way window
It's a mere reflection
Of my kaleidoscope
Mind and soul
Who am I?
Livid faces
In this lineup
Waiting for my accusations
To come crashing
Through one way glass
They mock me with
Their swaggered smirks
And solicit my scorn
With downcast eyes
Then I realize it's no
One way window
It's a mere reflection
Of my kaleidoscope
Mind and soul
Who am I?
Wasted days I have lived
Nothing given nothing earned
What is my existence
Why am I here
What world am I living in
Who's mind have I stolen
With my wicked ways
Once was young and hopeful
Now nothing lift but darkness
My hurt is no greater then others
But it also is no less
We all live our own hurt
But we live we must
Fore it is this hurt
That makes us want to live
My hurt is the pain I feel daily
But I keep going for my friends
I don't want them
To feel the hurt I feel
Nothing given nothing earned
What is my existence
Why am I here
What world am I living in
Who's mind have I stolen
With my wicked ways
Once was young and hopeful
Now nothing lift but darkness
My hurt is no greater then others
But it also is no less
We all live our own hurt
But we live we must
Fore it is this hurt
That makes us want to live
My hurt is the pain I feel daily
But I keep going for my friends
I don't want them
To feel the hurt I feel
Requiem
there was no more art
to be had in her pain
she was tired of walking
into garbage-filled rooms
that filled her with emptiness
the loneliness
of good conversation
her shadow which seemed
more substantial than her own self
days like open wounds
that would never heal
the memories of men and friends
who had rightfully abandoned her
at the funeral home where she worked
she would stare long and hard
at the faces
searching for signs
and now as she writes
to the family that has spurned her
she savors the giddy taste
of the fever of final creation
there was no more art
to be had in her pain
she was tired of walking
into garbage-filled rooms
that filled her with emptiness
the loneliness
of good conversation
her shadow which seemed
more substantial than her own self
days like open wounds
that would never heal
the memories of men and friends
who had rightfully abandoned her
at the funeral home where she worked
she would stare long and hard
at the faces
searching for signs
and now as she writes
to the family that has spurned her
she savors the giddy taste
of the fever of final creation
Woman's thought Process
Is he happy when he says "I want to be with you"?
Is he stupid when telling "I'm falling for you"?
Is he crazy pouring his heart out "Baby I love you"?
Is he thinking straight strapped up ready, standing fighting for you?
Lost his "mind" laying his heart out on your front porch?
Would you forgive a man that crushed your heart?
Mad at the world because you can't forget a horrific memory he gave to you?
Would you offer him "your lover" a second chance?
Describe the man that "ruined" your life?
What is it you want him to do?
How would you described the man that changed your life?
Picked you up telling you "trust me everything will be alright",
Took the time picking up the pieces to fix what he and other people had broke,
Grabbed your hand and brought the best out of you,
From your lowest point took care and nurtured you,
Now what's on your mind when your own thoughts are against you?
Listen to the heart that says "yes"? or the mind that says "no"?
Everything you ever wanted, just going to let it go?
When time gets tough going to pack up and run, never look back?
or embrace it and face the fact?
Was it meant to be for you two to meet?
or lesson to be learned yet later to be taught?
all the questions have been answered,
god understands you've been through a lot
only question unanswered,
What is it that you want?
Is he happy when he says "I want to be with you"?
Is he stupid when telling "I'm falling for you"?
Is he crazy pouring his heart out "Baby I love you"?
Is he thinking straight strapped up ready, standing fighting for you?
Lost his "mind" laying his heart out on your front porch?
Would you forgive a man that crushed your heart?
Mad at the world because you can't forget a horrific memory he gave to you?
Would you offer him "your lover" a second chance?
Describe the man that "ruined" your life?
What is it you want him to do?
How would you described the man that changed your life?
Picked you up telling you "trust me everything will be alright",
Took the time picking up the pieces to fix what he and other people had broke,
Grabbed your hand and brought the best out of you,
From your lowest point took care and nurtured you,
Now what's on your mind when your own thoughts are against you?
Listen to the heart that says "yes"? or the mind that says "no"?
Everything you ever wanted, just going to let it go?
When time gets tough going to pack up and run, never look back?
or embrace it and face the fact?
Was it meant to be for you two to meet?
or lesson to be learned yet later to be taught?
all the questions have been answered,
god understands you've been through a lot
only question unanswered,
What is it that you want?
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STONE COLD
You can’t break what’s already broken
A lonely heart is used to being alone
Go ahead and tell me, “I don’t love you”
I've heard it so many times before
Sorry to spoil your sadistic pleasure
But I’m accustom to being on my own
So go torture someone more fragile
You can’t rip what’s already torn
You’re wasting time trying to hurt me
My heart is already ice cold hard stone
STONE COLD
You can’t break what’s already broken
A lonely heart is used to being alone
Go ahead and tell me, “I don’t love you”
I've heard it so many times before
Sorry to spoil your sadistic pleasure
But I’m accustom to being on my own
So go torture someone more fragile
You can’t rip what’s already torn
You’re wasting time trying to hurt me
My heart is already ice cold hard stone
Anonymous
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Anonymous
Shadenfreude
I’m fine, she said, in a low voice
to not disturb the placid equilibrium
of mini dunes of salt
on the laminated table
of yolk yellow, buckled and held
with silvery steel, crafted
to endure generations of wars.
The Lazyboy chair cranks
with obsolescence of fear,
his eyes focused on
one dimensional screen
as he pops a can of Pabst
taking a swig and wiping
his chapped lips with
his sleeve, mumbling.
Something,
it's always something
She continues drawing
round and round
watching his dull pithy
feeling the fine grains
propagate under
her bitten and broken nails
filling the torn flesh;
it burns for an instant
then, gone.
Edith starts singing, cheerfully
behind the papered wall
the edges furled, peppered
with immigrants of convenience.
This aint communist freeloading
station, Reaganomics killed the unions.
Soup kitchens are the place to be
doncha know boy
now aint that pretty, we are
‘All in the family'
She doesn’t need
to hear Archie’s voice
to smell the piss and shit
embedded in the walls.
She knows.
If only scars stopped
pretending to heal.
I’m fine, she said, in a low voice
to not disturb the placid equilibrium
of mini dunes of salt
on the laminated table
of yolk yellow, buckled and held
with silvery steel, crafted
to endure generations of wars.
The Lazyboy chair cranks
with obsolescence of fear,
his eyes focused on
one dimensional screen
as he pops a can of Pabst
taking a swig and wiping
his chapped lips with
his sleeve, mumbling.
Something,
it's always something
She continues drawing
round and round
watching his dull pithy
feeling the fine grains
propagate under
her bitten and broken nails
filling the torn flesh;
it burns for an instant
then, gone.
Edith starts singing, cheerfully
behind the papered wall
the edges furled, peppered
with immigrants of convenience.
This aint communist freeloading
station, Reaganomics killed the unions.
Soup kitchens are the place to be
doncha know boy
now aint that pretty, we are
‘All in the family'
She doesn’t need
to hear Archie’s voice
to smell the piss and shit
embedded in the walls.
She knows.
If only scars stopped
pretending to heal.
Anonymous
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Hurt:
I push it down with gulps of fresh air
in attempt to waft the smell of this bacteria away.
How haunted am I by the gut-wrenching, heart-sinking infestation that will not stop punishing me.
All my mischief brings me to my knees with a pain that is no longer tangible; only an ongoing image of suffering.
I push it down with gulps of fresh air
in attempt to waft the smell of this bacteria away.
How haunted am I by the gut-wrenching, heart-sinking infestation that will not stop punishing me.
All my mischief brings me to my knees with a pain that is no longer tangible; only an ongoing image of suffering.
The Demon I Hide:
My soul convulses
as the demonic hurt stirs.
It pushes enraged huffs into me
without a single word.
The pain slivers through me,
like lava in the night.
My cheeks begin to burn
while all I know ignites.
The world begins to spin
as The Truth's wings expand.
I cower within myself,
as he extends his massive hand.
All I can do
is breathe in the silence.
We stand there for a moment,
all my senses heightened.
Like an angel in open flight,
I dismiss his overpowering glower.
I am a free bird,
as I push the weight off my shoulder(s).
My soul convulses
as the demonic hurt stirs.
It pushes enraged huffs into me
without a single word.
The pain slivers through me,
like lava in the night.
My cheeks begin to burn
while all I know ignites.
The world begins to spin
as The Truth's wings expand.
I cower within myself,
as he extends his massive hand.
All I can do
is breathe in the silence.
We stand there for a moment,
all my senses heightened.
Like an angel in open flight,
I dismiss his overpowering glower.
I am a free bird,
as I push the weight off my shoulder(s).
