Poetry competition CLOSED 24th December 2014 3:59am
WINNER
toniscales (Lost Girl)
toniscales (Lost Girl)
RUNNER-UP:
Indie
Addiction
Harmful to thine self.
Breathe in deep,
Empty the chamber.
One pill, two pills this pattern I keep,
And pretend I'm not in danger.
Get fucked up can't feel a thing,
Kissing the bottle's cool glass.
The ember liquid begins it desent, burning,
Heave it back up, I'm all class.
Strip for that girl or maybe that boy,
Be honest you don't really care which.
They'll have their way like I'm their toy,
They'll leave me soiled and bloody in a ditch.
Stagger on home like I did the night before,
Sink more drugs and booze make sure I'm numb.
Fall naked to the bathroom floor,
Where I reflect on just How I am dumb.
Turn to the left it been calling all day,
I know I'll come back again and again.
Get to work with my dear friend the blade,
I won't ever stop I'm addicted to this pain.
Breathe in deep,
Empty the chamber.
One pill, two pills this pattern I keep,
And pretend I'm not in danger.
Get fucked up can't feel a thing,
Kissing the bottle's cool glass.
The ember liquid begins it desent, burning,
Heave it back up, I'm all class.
Strip for that girl or maybe that boy,
Be honest you don't really care which.
They'll have their way like I'm their toy,
They'll leave me soiled and bloody in a ditch.
Stagger on home like I did the night before,
Sink more drugs and booze make sure I'm numb.
Fall naked to the bathroom floor,
Where I reflect on just How I am dumb.
Turn to the left it been calling all day,
I know I'll come back again and again.
Get to work with my dear friend the blade,
I won't ever stop I'm addicted to this pain.
[A Knights Tales 2014]
Mi clothes are casual an mi tunez Are BOOm!
Yawl know how it go,s shake da mutherfuckin ROOm!
God loves a sinner just as well.
Really tho! Can't you tell?!
Book say fornicate man go to hell.
Hey baby ya wanna come as well?
Mission when its pishin all day long,
Like i just hiked ben nevis just too refill ma bong.
Slumdog landlord buggin me for dolla.
Mi looking for a hitman' F,in holla!
Wots a knight to do Footprints repeat insane,
Waistcoat, razor, skin, Pain Pain Pain!
Snout, skins,lighter bud lick up and hay!
King Solomon bore his royal fruit love jah today!
King of king men of men an 30 other grand title,s all be told,
Rastafari blessings filled with rainbow gold.
Baby am sayin i,m your number one fan,
Bowing down flawless-le-lee to ya kitty kittee K KAN KAN ! ! !
Mi clothes are casual an mi tunez Are BOOm!
Yawl know how it go,s shake da mutherfuckin ROOm!
God loves a sinner just as well.
Really tho! Can't you tell?!
Book say fornicate man go to hell.
Hey baby ya wanna come as well?
Mission when its pishin all day long,
Like i just hiked ben nevis just too refill ma bong.
Slumdog landlord buggin me for dolla.
Mi looking for a hitman' F,in holla!
Wots a knight to do Footprints repeat insane,
Waistcoat, razor, skin, Pain Pain Pain!
Snout, skins,lighter bud lick up and hay!
King Solomon bore his royal fruit love jah today!
King of king men of men an 30 other grand title,s all be told,
Rastafari blessings filled with rainbow gold.
Baby am sayin i,m your number one fan,
Bowing down flawless-le-lee to ya kitty kittee K KAN KAN ! ! !
I was, I am (the sermon from the mountain )
It's not because of unlimited strength
or some amazing will power
not now anyway
even if it was at some stage
in the early days
they say, they say, they say
it's a matter of priority
not wanting to be back there
among the ruins of a circle
no start no finish no light no fight
no way out
blah dee blah
it's just a different kinda selfish
another source of dopamine
this life of mine
gimme it all, gimme it yesterday
and today, and tomorrow, and the next day
just don't have me beg for it
or steal for it
or lose my fucking soul again
we've not been reacquainted that long
I give you ..sobriety. and then?
It's not because of unlimited strength
or some amazing will power
not now anyway
even if it was at some stage
in the early days
they say, they say, they say
it's a matter of priority
not wanting to be back there
among the ruins of a circle
no start no finish no light no fight
no way out
blah dee blah
it's just a different kinda selfish
another source of dopamine
this life of mine
gimme it all, gimme it yesterday
and today, and tomorrow, and the next day
just don't have me beg for it
or steal for it
or lose my fucking soul again
we've not been reacquainted that long
I give you ..sobriety. and then?
bump I love the diverse topics
this is a poem I wrote about being addicted to a poet
You're My Drug
You're arsenic mixed with opium
I inhale your toxic combination
gladly intoxicated by your poisonous stew
taking you in flowing through my veins
you're a dangerous cocktail
like playing with a viper
getting bit the venom
makes my head spin
your poetic verse is the poison
I so badly crave
such a deadly combination
sets my heart racing
my cocaine with no cutter
sending me into outer space
where I can reach the cosmos
tripping off you as if I were on acid
wondering what makes you tick
I lick your ink written so deliciously
laid down like cum so tasty to me
I drink you down not wanting to waste a drop
you are my ecstasy leaving my panties on fire
watching multi colored flashes before my eyes
streaking like a shooting star
there one minute then crashes to the ground
that's where i'm at without your verse
so addicted to your power punches
just another junkie, groupie of yours
dusting myself off I walk on into the night
dreams will come, maybe your face will be there
I hope not I need some peace from my painful addiction
this is a poem I wrote about being addicted to a poet
You're My Drug
You're arsenic mixed with opium
I inhale your toxic combination
gladly intoxicated by your poisonous stew
taking you in flowing through my veins
you're a dangerous cocktail
like playing with a viper
getting bit the venom
makes my head spin
your poetic verse is the poison
I so badly crave
such a deadly combination
sets my heart racing
my cocaine with no cutter
sending me into outer space
where I can reach the cosmos
tripping off you as if I were on acid
wondering what makes you tick
I lick your ink written so deliciously
laid down like cum so tasty to me
I drink you down not wanting to waste a drop
you are my ecstasy leaving my panties on fire
watching multi colored flashes before my eyes
streaking like a shooting star
there one minute then crashes to the ground
that's where i'm at without your verse
so addicted to your power punches
just another junkie, groupie of yours
dusting myself off I walk on into the night
dreams will come, maybe your face will be there
I hope not I need some peace from my painful addiction
Bump.
Not an entry, but thought I'd share an old poem I wrote about getting high, and spacing out:
Lifted
Wasting away
Another night
Slipping slowly into
An altered
perception
Hearing new sounds
from old records
Seeing new colors
in old surroundings
I'm miles away
In my own world
Hours slip away
before I realize
Not an entry, but thought I'd share an old poem I wrote about getting high, and spacing out:
Lifted
Wasting away
Another night
Slipping slowly into
An altered
perception
Hearing new sounds
from old records
Seeing new colors
in old surroundings
I'm miles away
In my own world
Hours slip away
before I realize
Addiction: theory # 1141,63
take yourself back:
the first time
your father
scooped you up
by the armpits
and spun
round the room
you were terrified
when he put you down
your legs
couldn't carry you
how you laughed
and fell
got up
then staggered back
to be scooped
again
for the first time
you kept your eyes open
remember when
you started to spin
on your own
what were you thinking
take yourself back:
the first time
your father
scooped you up
by the armpits
and spun
round the room
you were terrified
when he put you down
your legs
couldn't carry you
how you laughed
and fell
got up
then staggered back
to be scooped
again
for the first time
you kept your eyes open
remember when
you started to spin
on your own
what were you thinking
that strippa might be a good man's mom
as much as i hate
talking about it
it's the brake fluid
that doesn't work
out of ammo
pistol whip
there's a picture of the dog
in a helmet
the ol lady left a long time ago
can't deal
with nothin but the bad hand
until a stare
bluffin the river
ace of spades
the fuckin rake
maybe tells got caught
horizontal reflection
cheekbone squint
wicked pretty tunnel vision
nortenos never play parcheesi
head sees it
but can't make no sense of it
if i was a baller it be a benjamin
but i'm to busy bein a water boy
with a one
dollar till extinction
she only dances to pay for college
and i only come here to steal her tuition
ain't shit clean in this place
murderes and the smell of gasoline
creatine and baby laxative
might get better if i spoke better spanish
still i'm tired
of talkin yesterday's fight
i've ground every canine
till it looks like a molar
cough
flees
flies
chewin on moustache
past time
don't say over
that demands a reply
every sentence ends with out
the till next time suspends closure
and everybody needs a ride home
as much as i hate
talking about it
it's the brake fluid
that doesn't work
out of ammo
pistol whip
there's a picture of the dog
in a helmet
the ol lady left a long time ago
can't deal
with nothin but the bad hand
until a stare
bluffin the river
ace of spades
the fuckin rake
maybe tells got caught
horizontal reflection
cheekbone squint
wicked pretty tunnel vision
nortenos never play parcheesi
head sees it
but can't make no sense of it
if i was a baller it be a benjamin
but i'm to busy bein a water boy
with a one
dollar till extinction
she only dances to pay for college
and i only come here to steal her tuition
ain't shit clean in this place
murderes and the smell of gasoline
creatine and baby laxative
might get better if i spoke better spanish
still i'm tired
of talkin yesterday's fight
i've ground every canine
till it looks like a molar
cough
flees
flies
chewin on moustache
past time
don't say over
that demands a reply
every sentence ends with out
the till next time suspends closure
and everybody needs a ride home
High On Life... And Maybe Something Else
A kiss of danger upon
My lips
Eager for this memory
To be etched
In my gravestone
For no one but I
I follow the night's cry
Living precariously
Drinking down
A drunken time
I'll barely remember
Then games of truth or dare
Played with logic and fate
Weaving grungy threads
In and out
Of existence
Escaping reality
In my own little world
Making memories
To tell tales of
When I'm old
A kiss of danger upon
My lips
Eager for this memory
To be etched
In my gravestone
For no one but I
I follow the night's cry
Living precariously
Drinking down
A drunken time
I'll barely remember
Then games of truth or dare
Played with logic and fate
Weaving grungy threads
In and out
Of existence
Escaping reality
In my own little world
Making memories
To tell tales of
When I'm old
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