Poetry competition CLOSED 7th May 2015 8:09am
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNER-UP:
Krosgood
SKIN
drewryan
Joined 9th Apr 2015
Forum Posts: 1
Strange Creature
Forum Posts: 1
Beneath my skin
Suicidal Tendencies
With meds lacking the remedies
Twisting my brain chemistry
With pint loads of Hennessy
Is my future actuality
Or am i bound to be a casualty
Of my own fucked up mentality
So I'm sippin the tussin avidly
Bummy but reality
While seeking helps seems cowardly
I swear it keep my sanity
Foggy mirrors filled with vanity
So what I see is vanishing
Anxious is the daily me
The sleep state is my sole reprieve
To wake is pure brutality
Death may be my only peace
i don't know why but this is me
Suicidal Tendencies
With meds lacking the remedies
Twisting my brain chemistry
With pint loads of Hennessy
Is my future actuality
Or am i bound to be a casualty
Of my own fucked up mentality
So I'm sippin the tussin avidly
Bummy but reality
While seeking helps seems cowardly
I swear it keep my sanity
Foggy mirrors filled with vanity
So what I see is vanishing
Anxious is the daily me
The sleep state is my sole reprieve
To wake is pure brutality
Death may be my only peace
i don't know why but this is me
seekingkate
kateA
Forum Posts: 2079
kateA
Tyrant of Words
28
Joined 20th May 2014 Forum Posts: 2079
SOFT SOFT SKIN
a wild animal scream
bounces off the walls of my skull
it's trajectory follows
the synapses in my brain
glaring bright lights gone grey
now darkness surrounds
distant rumbles
indistinguishable words
something crashes, rattles
as it hits solid ground
was that an apology?
silence
can't see, can't hear
I sense grotesque detached
red lips floating in space
they move in, out, around
no voice, no sound
the tide coming in
whoosh...whoosh
whose holding that shell to my ear?
whoosh...whoosh
pressure felt on nothingness
detached arms move
like puppets on a string
I feel roughness touch me but how?
I'm nothing
nothing but emptiness
goo...I feel goo
sensation of a hand moving
then....velvet, silk, satin
these have been bonded to form
this thing my skin is touching
so soft, so so soft
crying eyes move in, out, around floating red lips
a Dali painting of something pink is forming
I know it's soft to touch
blackness seeps to grey
turns to glaring bright lights
voices loud, jarring
'she's back...she's back...'
arms enfold me helping me
hold this bundle who's my son
my finger, my skin
touching his soft soft skin
a wild animal scream
bounces off the walls of my skull
it's trajectory follows
the synapses in my brain
glaring bright lights gone grey
now darkness surrounds
distant rumbles
indistinguishable words
something crashes, rattles
as it hits solid ground
was that an apology?
silence
can't see, can't hear
I sense grotesque detached
red lips floating in space
they move in, out, around
no voice, no sound
the tide coming in
whoosh...whoosh
whose holding that shell to my ear?
whoosh...whoosh
pressure felt on nothingness
detached arms move
like puppets on a string
I feel roughness touch me but how?
I'm nothing
nothing but emptiness
goo...I feel goo
sensation of a hand moving
then....velvet, silk, satin
these have been bonded to form
this thing my skin is touching
so soft, so so soft
crying eyes move in, out, around floating red lips
a Dali painting of something pink is forming
I know it's soft to touch
blackness seeps to grey
turns to glaring bright lights
voices loud, jarring
'she's back...she's back...'
arms enfold me helping me
hold this bundle who's my son
my finger, my skin
touching his soft soft skin
Anonymous
Thank you, Theskinnyone, Poetryman, Little, Drew and Kate, great entries!!!
summultima
uma
Forum Posts: 1301
uma
Dangerous Mind
34
Joined 3rd Feb 2012Forum Posts: 1301
The Doors
the winds smell dense
brimming yet containing fullness waves
inside ancient walls of limitless abstractions
in chants, echoing
strange syllables
a mantra
seeps in 'the doors' in pure disposition
past the fragile clinging sensations flying off as pulverizations
catches something natively familiar
the underlying scribble-scripts
within dusty cycle of streamless screams
~explod-i-subsid-i-implod-i~
in the waiting core vacuum
for this aligning spectacle
conceptional rhythm
fills in as embryonic chimes
encircles atmosphere
lights up a mellowing night
darkness pitch amplifies in mystical midnight blues
"your deepening eyepools"
takes me in a rivetting revelation
in a flash of quick-spiral blink
your cool southern shore messengers
sculling swift as primal winks
from tribally drumming heartland
had blown as pulsating change-agents
over this sensed stagnating heatvibe
of my sweltering northern inlands
I know not now
the past pangs of incompleteness
of being an unbelonging half-breed
when your language
imbibes in
to reside as mother-tongue
articulating
ageless fluency
the winds smell dense
brimming yet containing fullness waves
inside ancient walls of limitless abstractions
in chants, echoing
strange syllables
a mantra
seeps in 'the doors' in pure disposition
past the fragile clinging sensations flying off as pulverizations
catches something natively familiar
the underlying scribble-scripts
within dusty cycle of streamless screams
~explod-i-subsid-i-implod-i~
in the waiting core vacuum
for this aligning spectacle
conceptional rhythm
fills in as embryonic chimes
encircles atmosphere
lights up a mellowing night
darkness pitch amplifies in mystical midnight blues
"your deepening eyepools"
takes me in a rivetting revelation
in a flash of quick-spiral blink
your cool southern shore messengers
sculling swift as primal winks
from tribally drumming heartland
had blown as pulsating change-agents
over this sensed stagnating heatvibe
of my sweltering northern inlands
I know not now
the past pangs of incompleteness
of being an unbelonging half-breed
when your language
imbibes in
to reside as mother-tongue
articulating
ageless fluency
Anonymous
Uma, thank you for a wonderful entry!
Anonymous
Hautnah
This, my guardian
my shield against microbes,
my gatekeeper to the sun,
rain, and healing miracle
after injury
My closest advocate,
passenger on each journey
into cold & Heat, bearer of my helmet
& armor on warpath journeys
Receiver of my love’s touch,
kisses, and embraces,
a faithful messenger to
other’s intent
Watchman while I sleep,
alerting to animal attack
trigger of the slap,
after mosquito bites
I have left traces,
on pavement and blade’s
edge, & under lovers fingernails
in heated congress
I watch in helpless pity.
as it wrinkles and decays,
my closest friend
Bearer of wounds,
inflicted by myself,
yet eternal in its forgiveness,
with healed scars
as reminders of eternal fidelity
I cannot offer,
the same protection.
SPF washes off in the ocean,
& tumors are more powerful,
than my love for thee
This, my guardian
my shield against microbes,
my gatekeeper to the sun,
rain, and healing miracle
after injury
My closest advocate,
passenger on each journey
into cold & Heat, bearer of my helmet
& armor on warpath journeys
Receiver of my love’s touch,
kisses, and embraces,
a faithful messenger to
other’s intent
Watchman while I sleep,
alerting to animal attack
trigger of the slap,
after mosquito bites
I have left traces,
on pavement and blade’s
edge, & under lovers fingernails
in heated congress
I watch in helpless pity.
as it wrinkles and decays,
my closest friend
Bearer of wounds,
inflicted by myself,
yet eternal in its forgiveness,
with healed scars
as reminders of eternal fidelity
I cannot offer,
the same protection.
SPF washes off in the ocean,
& tumors are more powerful,
than my love for thee
Anonymous
Thank you for a great entry, Dresda!
Anonymous
Niche
I know the skin of that place
just beneath his clavicle
Where the soft
Pheremone scent lingers
Like a welcome
The safest place I've known
Wet or dry
A haven of right
In this crazy world
Where I can rest my head
And feel his arm wrapped around me
The warmth a comfort
His heartbeat beneath restoring my calm
Home is there
Surely if it's anywhere
kriticool
Forum Posts: 596
Fire of Insight
32
Joined 1st Nov 2011Forum Posts: 596
.:DERMA-ODYSSEY:.
http://8020.photos.jpgmag.com/2352501_114621_0c80d3867d_l.jpg
when
the skin your in
has something to say
how you’ll have it your way
like world kings at their play
when they’ve come across skin
craving that squeeze
slight burn to the knees
provoking those pleas
something about skin
when the towel is removed
boldly inked with a message approved
when stretched beyond reason
having found that groove
when that touch of such & such
is a need to come prove
when one reaches that skin
wanting a touch, wanting it much, each finger a crutch
the softest of skin desiring that grip...oh such a trip
king’s hand on that hip
that’s skin for the win
that I wanna be in or
least alongside to accommodate a ride
to uncover a lover who’ll
skin me alive
who’ll know what to do
once the bone has arrived
Anonymous
Thank you KritiCool for your nice entry!
Krosgood
Violence
Forum Posts: 163
Violence
Thought Provoker
12
Joined 21st Mar 2014Forum Posts: 163
http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/x/tattoo-machine-21719942.jpg
Dawn of The Body Modder
Needles driven
Punched through
Juxtaposed pointillism
Ink saturated wound
Electricity lanced
"Stars and bars"
This is the generation of the masochists who bear colorful scars
Show me your skin
Canvas clean
Break down, give in
Give it to me
I, artist
Scarification
In the generation of elation through body modification
Flesh tunnel
Large gauge
Implants
All the rage
Parlor shops
Addictions and cures
Oh the things our skin endures
Temporary pain
Instant gratification
New age
Visual stimulation
A sheep in the flock
Mono-tonality
Flash art? At least have some originality
Dawn of The Body Modder
Needles driven
Punched through
Juxtaposed pointillism
Ink saturated wound
Electricity lanced
"Stars and bars"
This is the generation of the masochists who bear colorful scars
Show me your skin
Canvas clean
Break down, give in
Give it to me
I, artist
Scarification
In the generation of elation through body modification
Flesh tunnel
Large gauge
Implants
All the rage
Parlor shops
Addictions and cures
Oh the things our skin endures
Temporary pain
Instant gratification
New age
Visual stimulation
A sheep in the flock
Mono-tonality
Flash art? At least have some originality
Carpe_Noctem
Forum Posts: 2915
Tyrant of Words
8
Joined 3rd Mar 2013Forum Posts: 2915
Skin, As The Sun Holds The Moon
Warm breath
like a soft mountain breeze
whispering gently over the crest
As fingertips
softly hike about
the silken peaks
Drifting away
beneath moonbeam clouds
held close in a sun shower blanket
Anonymous
Violence and Carpe,wonderful entries, thank you both!