Poetry competition CLOSED 1st December 2015 3:44am
WINNER
Great_dane (Dala)
Great_dane (Dala)
RUNNERS-UP:
Viddax
and jaspersilence
Dwelling in the Dark Place
My Life Is A Casket
No one ever cared.
Given up at birth.
Never adopted, home from home..
Lost and abandoned.
Tortured, burned, dropped, forgotten.
Bullied, shamed, disgraced.
Sexually confused.
Unpleasently unattractive.
Can't hold a job,
Now I can't even get a job.
Lost the motivation and inspiration,
Life hurts.
Reality scares me.
Shoved and knocked down..
Everyone wants the me that pretends everything is okay..
Everyone pretends the me that's dying on the inside doesn't exist...
You'll be sorry..
The day you're standing over my coffin while it rains a storm.
That'll be the day..
Everyone finally realizes..
It wasn't a game ..
I'm bleeding, quietly living.
No one ever cared.
Given up at birth.
Never adopted, home from home..
Lost and abandoned.
Tortured, burned, dropped, forgotten.
Bullied, shamed, disgraced.
Sexually confused.
Unpleasently unattractive.
Can't hold a job,
Now I can't even get a job.
Lost the motivation and inspiration,
Life hurts.
Reality scares me.
Shoved and knocked down..
Everyone wants the me that pretends everything is okay..
Everyone pretends the me that's dying on the inside doesn't exist...
You'll be sorry..
The day you're standing over my coffin while it rains a storm.
That'll be the day..
Everyone finally realizes..
It wasn't a game ..
I'm bleeding, quietly living.
Of Nuthinduin, The Empty Realm
I; a shadow
of a forgotten age now past,
yet never really was,
trapped in a realm of mundanity
and the uneventful
while the world goes on behind my back.
Yet those were the better times.
When I could escape the bonds of reality
freeing myself with daydreaming
from the chains of truth
and bleakness of boredom.
Far worse, far darker
were the times of nothingness
unstoppable, unavoidable
a hammer blow to the heart
with each hollow moment.
Where there was naught to live or die for
no evil to revel in
or good to seek clemency from
no drug, no sex, no fun, no meaning;
the shadowed land in England.
Such times were void born and void infused,
depravity and anger were unfed
while joy and laughter were lost
the body weakening
the mind numbed
and the soul ever wandering.
Such dark times bred nothing having been caused by ceaseless nothing,
they were true neutral and truly beyond suffering
for suffering wounds or kills you or makes good story telling,
but the no-time does not.
Bleak and boring, stagnant and unfulfilling.
I despaired and even death foretold no happy change.
I; a shadow
of a forgotten age now past,
yet never really was,
trapped in a realm of mundanity
and the uneventful
while the world goes on behind my back.
Yet those were the better times.
When I could escape the bonds of reality
freeing myself with daydreaming
from the chains of truth
and bleakness of boredom.
Far worse, far darker
were the times of nothingness
unstoppable, unavoidable
a hammer blow to the heart
with each hollow moment.
Where there was naught to live or die for
no evil to revel in
or good to seek clemency from
no drug, no sex, no fun, no meaning;
the shadowed land in England.
Such times were void born and void infused,
depravity and anger were unfed
while joy and laughter were lost
the body weakening
the mind numbed
and the soul ever wandering.
Such dark times bred nothing having been caused by ceaseless nothing,
they were true neutral and truly beyond suffering
for suffering wounds or kills you or makes good story telling,
but the no-time does not.
Bleak and boring, stagnant and unfulfilling.
I despaired and even death foretold no happy change.
PAIN
The pain thats inside
The darkness will seek
Emptyness that lied
My thoughts that leak
The pain did cry
Void inside me
Truth does lie
Never to be free
I hurt deep down
Right to the core
I fall to the ground
I feel so sore
Come back to me
I'm starting to choke
Whenever you leave
My soul is broke
Your just an object
That is very strong
With powerfull effect
I know this is wrong
Just leave my mind
Never come back
What I need to find
Is the will that I lack
Yes it is true
Know that I should
Tell you we're through
Would feel so good
The pain thats inside
The darkness will seek
Emptyness that lied
My thoughts that leak
The pain did cry
Void inside me
Truth does lie
Never to be free
I hurt deep down
Right to the core
I fall to the ground
I feel so sore
Come back to me
I'm starting to choke
Whenever you leave
My soul is broke
Your just an object
That is very strong
With powerfull effect
I know this is wrong
Just leave my mind
Never come back
What I need to find
Is the will that I lack
Yes it is true
Know that I should
Tell you we're through
Would feel so good
Anonymous
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DUES
watching you i know now...
waiting..
wanting to rend the flesh from your bones...
i want to see you...
scream,
and scream,
and scream.
you're not even human to me,
nothing that is, worthwhile...
i want to hurt you,
to make you nothing.
this, is what you pray for...
i will feed you..
.. to the silver teeth of death,
your blood,
is the oil;
on this dried up hulk,
of wastefulness...
you were so careless,
you prayed to me;
and now i come;
... to wring,
the last bit,
... of life,
out of your tortured,
existence.
i will destroy you.
i will make it linger.
watching you i know now...
waiting..
wanting to rend the flesh from your bones...
i want to see you...
scream,
and scream,
and scream.
you're not even human to me,
nothing that is, worthwhile...
i want to hurt you,
to make you nothing.
this, is what you pray for...
i will feed you..
.. to the silver teeth of death,
your blood,
is the oil;
on this dried up hulk,
of wastefulness...
you were so careless,
you prayed to me;
and now i come;
... to wring,
the last bit,
... of life,
out of your tortured,
existence.
i will destroy you.
i will make it linger.
This happened to a family member.
Out
Anguish expressed in drooping shoulders,
Pain filled his eyes with bitter tears
He looked away from me
‘But you can’t be’ he finally managed to say
His voice a hoarse croak ‘no one in our family
Has ever been. It’s not possible.
Why are you doing this to us?’
I tried to make him look me in the eye
I failed.
Placing my arm gently round his shoulder I, too, wept
Finally I found the words ‘Father it’s not a disease
It happens. Some people are that’s all
I still love you, I still love mother’
‘Love’ he whispered his despair palpable
‘If you loved us you wouldn't be that way’
I knew then I was lost to him
That I would have to leave for ever.
Out
Anguish expressed in drooping shoulders,
Pain filled his eyes with bitter tears
He looked away from me
‘But you can’t be’ he finally managed to say
His voice a hoarse croak ‘no one in our family
Has ever been. It’s not possible.
Why are you doing this to us?’
I tried to make him look me in the eye
I failed.
Placing my arm gently round his shoulder I, too, wept
Finally I found the words ‘Father it’s not a disease
It happens. Some people are that’s all
I still love you, I still love mother’
‘Love’ he whispered his despair palpable
‘If you loved us you wouldn't be that way’
I knew then I was lost to him
That I would have to leave for ever.
Oh Blocat, so heartbreaking.
Today on NPR, I hear a piece, describing how Disney villans all have voices considered "gay." The subversive ways that shadow is cast and perpetuated, and ignorance and fear are spread. To poison children-- ultimate betrayal.
Today on NPR, I hear a piece, describing how Disney villans all have voices considered "gay." The subversive ways that shadow is cast and perpetuated, and ignorance and fear are spread. To poison children-- ultimate betrayal.
I am a diabetic cancer survivor but until then, I was gradually dying until I received the right treatment, surgery, and a lot of medication. And until then, this is how it felt to me:
Black Hole
Your sadness is great, and mine
a heretic
In a delirium for answers
I'm driven by your inquisition
to the far reaches of reason.
My time is short, but it won't hurt
when I awaken and you swallow me—
I'm on borrowed time, with a
passion to tread the labyrinth
of dissections and Byzantine tortures.
Perhaps I overlook a price paid,
having squandered my investments
while building upon such bravado.
In the solar eye, the un-righted are
puttied rot on every facade, the blight that
deepest night softens by its sullen beauty.
I draw what strength I can in service
to its will; the darkness between—
an idiom, a contradiction given the
needs at stake that go forever on.
On the edge of a black hole in the
fractal of time
I find where all the light has gone.
Black Hole
Your sadness is great, and mine
a heretic
In a delirium for answers
I'm driven by your inquisition
to the far reaches of reason.
My time is short, but it won't hurt
when I awaken and you swallow me—
I'm on borrowed time, with a
passion to tread the labyrinth
of dissections and Byzantine tortures.
Perhaps I overlook a price paid,
having squandered my investments
while building upon such bravado.
In the solar eye, the un-righted are
puttied rot on every facade, the blight that
deepest night softens by its sullen beauty.
I draw what strength I can in service
to its will; the darkness between—
an idiom, a contradiction given the
needs at stake that go forever on.
On the edge of a black hole in the
fractal of time
I find where all the light has gone.
