Poetry competition CLOSED 29th July 2015 3:56am
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
Fools Fall In Love
_shadoe_ said:consort of ashes ~
you paint orchids
beneath
my eyes
& tap tears
from
their quivering mouths ~
... i w[h]et
your savagery
with
severed fingers
pressed to
featureless faces
trying in vain
to
fill my veins
with intangibles
that pass by
mismatched hands ...
*
we carved
numerals on
copper coin sundials
& watched
days pass
like mirages rising
from their warmth ~
... you were
rowan [&] ash
set to flame
where
they stood
rooted in
my marrow
to leave me
a waste land of
[empty]
embers ...
*
& I burned,
daddy
before you
licked your fingers
to
snuff the light
in my eyes ~
... just another
elemental nothing
waiting for
fleeting breaths from
your steel
& clover lips
just another
consort for
a con artist
perfecting his skills...
//
pure poetic perfection beautiful Katja
you paint orchids
beneath
my eyes
& tap tears
from
their quivering mouths ~
... i w[h]et
your savagery
with
severed fingers
pressed to
featureless faces
trying in vain
to
fill my veins
with intangibles
that pass by
mismatched hands ...
*
we carved
numerals on
copper coin sundials
& watched
days pass
like mirages rising
from their warmth ~
... you were
rowan [&] ash
set to flame
where
they stood
rooted in
my marrow
to leave me
a waste land of
[empty]
embers ...
*
& I burned,
daddy
before you
licked your fingers
to
snuff the light
in my eyes ~
... just another
elemental nothing
waiting for
fleeting breaths from
your steel
& clover lips
just another
consort for
a con artist
perfecting his skills...
//
pure poetic perfection beautiful Katja
HeartBreak ! extreme content !
I am distressed
My heart split in half
To never know
Why you left
But then to find
The girl on my left
Why was she better then me
Why did you have to be so rude
To call me a whore
When I’ve never kissed
You’re the one whom really missed
To have me
Is a slice of life
To break my heart is not so nice
Still never mind me just mind my friends
Because what you did
Just put you on your deathbed
I am distressed
My heart split in half
To never know
Why you left
But then to find
The girl on my left
Why was she better then me
Why did you have to be so rude
To call me a whore
When I’ve never kissed
You’re the one whom really missed
To have me
Is a slice of life
To break my heart is not so nice
Still never mind me just mind my friends
Because what you did
Just put you on your deathbed
||Where's the Point Where I Turn Back?||
She saw that I am nothing but inconsistencies, but never said a peep.
And now with me beside her, she cannot go to sleep.
Now relying on speech and socratic irony, she screams I'm a stranger.
I don't know how to tell her, I'm not a person, but a mask, and she's my only angel.
She's the saving grace on my tongue, holding back the tides.
But I didn't know she wanted more, so my real face I tried to hide.
I thought she wouldn't love this me too, I hid all of myself away.
Now she doesn't love even the me before, and I am ashamed.
She saw that I am nothing but inconsistencies, but never said a peep.
And now with me beside her, she cannot go to sleep.
Now relying on speech and socratic irony, she screams I'm a stranger.
I don't know how to tell her, I'm not a person, but a mask, and she's my only angel.
She's the saving grace on my tongue, holding back the tides.
But I didn't know she wanted more, so my real face I tried to hide.
I thought she wouldn't love this me too, I hid all of myself away.
Now she doesn't love even the me before, and I am ashamed.
Fools rush in ~
like to say that it wasn't love - to detach myself from the pain that once grew and entwined around the tender organ that beats within, however - a cover up it was to hide that shamed and distressed emotion that plastered itself across my a sombre face ,
I was young ..
Didn't really know the feeling of love and how intoxicating it was ..
I was drawn in - falsely branded with a tag that is pronounced to join one another together ..
I devoted myself to a distance that separated us , and to someone who i thought was the 'one' -
I was deceived by him and a person who was my best friend, they sat late at night, expressing love and how they were angels that found each other and how they didn't need my presence no longer .. And i can say.. When the truth was revealed to me, my blurry eyes my witness, ones that represented the ocean, colour and manner, i walked away, and never looked back
like to say that it wasn't love - to detach myself from the pain that once grew and entwined around the tender organ that beats within, however - a cover up it was to hide that shamed and distressed emotion that plastered itself across my a sombre face ,
I was young ..
Didn't really know the feeling of love and how intoxicating it was ..
I was drawn in - falsely branded with a tag that is pronounced to join one another together ..
I devoted myself to a distance that separated us , and to someone who i thought was the 'one' -
I was deceived by him and a person who was my best friend, they sat late at night, expressing love and how they were angels that found each other and how they didn't need my presence no longer .. And i can say.. When the truth was revealed to me, my blurry eyes my witness, ones that represented the ocean, colour and manner, i walked away, and never looked back
http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b43/tabithadrake/481a3144-20a1-4dd5-bb45-e47086e23f66_zpsosx9t6wr.jpg
Eyes bloodshot, I forgot about Photobucket.
looking at his face, page after page the fucking pain
cuts me deep and that's when the loneliness creeps in on me.
I'm not suppose to show my emotions in front of my family,
Gawd~forbid,
I wipe my tears hastily.
In a state of sudden shock, it cripples me for a moment in time.
I deleted all my memories on Fb, on my hard drive even my Delphi.
I truly forgot about Photobucket while here looking for
something else today.
Ha, well, I gotta tell ya folks,
it still kills me inside a little each time.
I never wanted this but someone had to go.
Eyes bloodshot, I forgot about Photobucket.
looking at his face, page after page the fucking pain
cuts me deep and that's when the loneliness creeps in on me.
I'm not suppose to show my emotions in front of my family,
Gawd~forbid,
I wipe my tears hastily.
In a state of sudden shock, it cripples me for a moment in time.
I deleted all my memories on Fb, on my hard drive even my Delphi.
I truly forgot about Photobucket while here looking for
something else today.
Ha, well, I gotta tell ya folks,
it still kills me inside a little each time.
I never wanted this but someone had to go.
Broken Smoke:
The train rackets, sways as the men sleep.
They are like prisoners in an old ship; trapped in the burden of their labor.
One man dreams of her, his sweet, curly red pop.
A little while later, another man reminisces about one broad who left him because of what he lacked.
Still, he thinks of her...
as he twists his frame to look at a photo of someone else.
And then he puffs on his cigarette.
The train rackets, sways as the men sleep.
They are like prisoners in an old ship; trapped in the burden of their labor.
One man dreams of her, his sweet, curly red pop.
A little while later, another man reminisces about one broad who left him because of what he lacked.
Still, he thinks of her...
as he twists his frame to look at a photo of someone else.
And then he puffs on his cigarette.
Anonymous
I was nineteen; he was thirty-eight
When we met, I thought it was fate
About to be introduced, we both were buzzed
He asked his friend who the cutie was
Tall and thin with side-parted brown hair
He spoke gently and had a boyish flair
His hand slipped slowly behind my waist
as he guided me into the bar at what seemed like a slow-motion pace
I was told that he was getting a divorce
For a second, I was concerned, but it didn't last long, of course
He swept me up off the booth and led me to the dance floor
I was surprised to see him shimmy down and back up right in front of me; I wanted more
He had money, a job, and a truck
So I considered the night out and the ride home sheer luck
Until the next day, when his friend said he wanted to see me
At my apartment that night, he brought dinner and left with my key
We were together for a few weeks after that
and he found an apartment for us to share; I adopted a white cat
Sometimes I used his truck, and picked him up at five
It felt like a marriage, I was in love, and living in a blissful beehive
We were lovers every night and friends every day
He was kind, loving, and generous with his pay
I had new clothes and furniture for the apartment
and he paid for everything while I looked for work, not just the rent
I listened to his concern at being fair to his wife
considering that she was with him for most of her life
They were opposites, she was fat, blonde, and straight laced
I, on the other hand, was a brunette, hot to trot, and I liked to get shit faced
After about six months, the divorce was not over
There were no children, just a house he said he was handing over
I had grown so close to this man, I felt dependent for the first time
When he was at work, I became unable to function, unable to shine
When he walked into a room, I'd watch his long stride
It didn't take much to get into bed with him; it wasn't difficult to decide
We meshed in the sack, what can I say
he cared and did whatever I wanted and always liked to play
After I got a job, he failed to come home one night
I couldn't understand it, we never used to fight
He was different, couldn't look me in the eye
But I was young, and couldn't envision asking why
He left the next day and did not come back for a week
My head hurt, and I couldn't even eat
Puzzled, I did not call to beg him to come back
The truth is, I had never had anyone do this to me and was taken aback
When he called and said that he would come over on Christmas Eve night
I cleaned the apartment and made a meal hoping everything would be right
He came through the door with bed sheets in a bag, my gift for the night
And said he was going back to his wife, saying that something about us did not feel just right
He turned around and left after a kiss on my forehead
I shut the lights and went directly to bed
Unable to function, I quit my job the next day
and called my parents not knowing what to say
Mother loved to play Scrabble with him a lot
I think she thought he was the one I'd marry, but I guess not
After I moved back home, I cried for a week
every time a truck drove by the house, I'd go to the window to peek
This man was my first love, but I don't think he knew
that, or that I cried for weeks on end and didn't know what to do
I heard that he left his wife again for good a few years later
and that he was sleeping with a lot of women; he always said he was a lover not a hater
About fifteen years later, I saw my friend and had asked again about him
I was married and had a son, but oddly enough, we had never crossed paths again
Then, five more years later, I was getting a divorce, from the man I returned to in the end
and the word got out, but it was too late, I was already back with husband
When I got the call, I told him that he was a little bit late
But I thanked him for the past, and said it just wasn't fate
Oh, and I told him that he was my first love
he said that I was his, and that as he remembered it, I was sent from above
After an apology from him, I hung up the phone and went to bed crying
Not a word until five more years, when I heard that he was dying
in a bed, at his mother's home, so I decided to call
I was not sure what I would hear, not sure at all
As soon as I heard his voice, I could tell that he was on pain pills
But he offered to meet me and said to just tell him the place
I said that I couldn't but that I wanted to apologize to him
for being young and naive, and that I didn't blame what he did on a whim
I had to ask him if he remembered who I was
I wasn’t sure, and I knew that he was sick; plus, I had to know just because
Of course I do, he said, you are the cutie, the only one
And the next day he was gone with the rising sun
When we met, I thought it was fate
About to be introduced, we both were buzzed
He asked his friend who the cutie was
Tall and thin with side-parted brown hair
He spoke gently and had a boyish flair
His hand slipped slowly behind my waist
as he guided me into the bar at what seemed like a slow-motion pace
I was told that he was getting a divorce
For a second, I was concerned, but it didn't last long, of course
He swept me up off the booth and led me to the dance floor
I was surprised to see him shimmy down and back up right in front of me; I wanted more
He had money, a job, and a truck
So I considered the night out and the ride home sheer luck
Until the next day, when his friend said he wanted to see me
At my apartment that night, he brought dinner and left with my key
We were together for a few weeks after that
and he found an apartment for us to share; I adopted a white cat
Sometimes I used his truck, and picked him up at five
It felt like a marriage, I was in love, and living in a blissful beehive
We were lovers every night and friends every day
He was kind, loving, and generous with his pay
I had new clothes and furniture for the apartment
and he paid for everything while I looked for work, not just the rent
I listened to his concern at being fair to his wife
considering that she was with him for most of her life
They were opposites, she was fat, blonde, and straight laced
I, on the other hand, was a brunette, hot to trot, and I liked to get shit faced
After about six months, the divorce was not over
There were no children, just a house he said he was handing over
I had grown so close to this man, I felt dependent for the first time
When he was at work, I became unable to function, unable to shine
When he walked into a room, I'd watch his long stride
It didn't take much to get into bed with him; it wasn't difficult to decide
We meshed in the sack, what can I say
he cared and did whatever I wanted and always liked to play
After I got a job, he failed to come home one night
I couldn't understand it, we never used to fight
He was different, couldn't look me in the eye
But I was young, and couldn't envision asking why
He left the next day and did not come back for a week
My head hurt, and I couldn't even eat
Puzzled, I did not call to beg him to come back
The truth is, I had never had anyone do this to me and was taken aback
When he called and said that he would come over on Christmas Eve night
I cleaned the apartment and made a meal hoping everything would be right
He came through the door with bed sheets in a bag, my gift for the night
And said he was going back to his wife, saying that something about us did not feel just right
He turned around and left after a kiss on my forehead
I shut the lights and went directly to bed
Unable to function, I quit my job the next day
and called my parents not knowing what to say
Mother loved to play Scrabble with him a lot
I think she thought he was the one I'd marry, but I guess not
After I moved back home, I cried for a week
every time a truck drove by the house, I'd go to the window to peek
This man was my first love, but I don't think he knew
that, or that I cried for weeks on end and didn't know what to do
I heard that he left his wife again for good a few years later
and that he was sleeping with a lot of women; he always said he was a lover not a hater
About fifteen years later, I saw my friend and had asked again about him
I was married and had a son, but oddly enough, we had never crossed paths again
Then, five more years later, I was getting a divorce, from the man I returned to in the end
and the word got out, but it was too late, I was already back with husband
When I got the call, I told him that he was a little bit late
But I thanked him for the past, and said it just wasn't fate
Oh, and I told him that he was my first love
he said that I was his, and that as he remembered it, I was sent from above
After an apology from him, I hung up the phone and went to bed crying
Not a word until five more years, when I heard that he was dying
in a bed, at his mother's home, so I decided to call
I was not sure what I would hear, not sure at all
As soon as I heard his voice, I could tell that he was on pain pills
But he offered to meet me and said to just tell him the place
I said that I couldn't but that I wanted to apologize to him
for being young and naive, and that I didn't blame what he did on a whim
I had to ask him if he remembered who I was
I wasn’t sure, and I knew that he was sick; plus, I had to know just because
Of course I do, he said, you are the cutie, the only one
And the next day he was gone with the rising sun
Anonymous
Thank you to everyone for voting. You never forget your first love. Pr
