Poetry competition CLOSED 8th February 2016 8:29am
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
Drunk Poetry
Sainthood by Slaughter
It is done
The injustice of my rubicon
Matters little to me..
But that i won and a corpse
My trophy
I have turned bones into an alter
Of my cold hearts cathedral
I Genuflect before them in worship
Of my bloody thrill kill
Instead of the humiliating kneel
Of cock suck
And other pre fuck duties
Done to his scorching approval
I light a candle
Let it burn for ages
(as i did)
Smile: a new pleasure
In image of blood drops drip
As i watch scarlet wax fall
Where his monstrously
Watching...Watching...Watching
Eyes will never be again
And into dark hollow sockets
I light incense
And rest it between gaping jaw
Now slack and white
Disturbed: apears as if laughing
Done with being mocked
Once more
I pick up axe handle
Whack!
Laughter has stopped
I pray a rosary
Then wind it through alabaster claws
An alchoholic, off of a recent relapse, none of mine should be written drunk or high. But a couple have been lately. If you pray, light candles whatever. A nod for my strength in recovery please.
It is done
The injustice of my rubicon
Matters little to me..
But that i won and a corpse
My trophy
I have turned bones into an alter
Of my cold hearts cathedral
I Genuflect before them in worship
Of my bloody thrill kill
Instead of the humiliating kneel
Of cock suck
And other pre fuck duties
Done to his scorching approval
I light a candle
Let it burn for ages
(as i did)
Smile: a new pleasure
In image of blood drops drip
As i watch scarlet wax fall
Where his monstrously
Watching...Watching...Watching
Eyes will never be again
And into dark hollow sockets
I light incense
And rest it between gaping jaw
Now slack and white
Disturbed: apears as if laughing
Done with being mocked
Once more
I pick up axe handle
Whack!
Laughter has stopped
I pray a rosary
Then wind it through alabaster claws
An alchoholic, off of a recent relapse, none of mine should be written drunk or high. But a couple have been lately. If you pray, light candles whatever. A nod for my strength in recovery please.
Tall Man π
We talked openly like friends
I loved him and let him walk right in
He waited for want and weakness
He was zeroing in
Pacing through my thoughts
As stealthy as a jungle cat
Finger fucked my sweet cunt
While he stroked his twisted snake
Got off to my offered devotion
Waited for my heart to break
Just enough to find a good size crack Stuck his cold thin hand through the open shattered slit
Twisted in his ugly paw and yanked hard on it
Grabbed what was left of the beat inside
My tick tock ripped open wide
Oh God how I bled
Bled bright Cherry red
And my cry was drowning and close to death
While he laughed and screamed
And danced on my on my pain
Taunted my end
My gasps like a fish on land fighting for breath
Now more than damaged, he scoffed
He masturbated his cock and his ego and nearly finished me off
He took and shoved everything deep in his pocket and easily forgot what from that heart I had willingly gave
He took it and sneered
"CUM was a you fuh mizzum you dumb hillbilly slave."
We talked openly like friends
I loved him and let him walk right in
He waited for want and weakness
He was zeroing in
Pacing through my thoughts
As stealthy as a jungle cat
Finger fucked my sweet cunt
While he stroked his twisted snake
Got off to my offered devotion
Waited for my heart to break
Just enough to find a good size crack Stuck his cold thin hand through the open shattered slit
Twisted in his ugly paw and yanked hard on it
Grabbed what was left of the beat inside
My tick tock ripped open wide
Oh God how I bled
Bled bright Cherry red
And my cry was drowning and close to death
While he laughed and screamed
And danced on my on my pain
Taunted my end
My gasps like a fish on land fighting for breath
Now more than damaged, he scoffed
He masturbated his cock and his ego and nearly finished me off
He took and shoved everything deep in his pocket and easily forgot what from that heart I had willingly gave
He took it and sneered
"CUM was a you fuh mizzum you dumb hillbilly slave."
Drunken Tirade
If you had been so good
as to water the lily
or cut the lilac blossoms
to adorn my door
your goodbye wouldn't be
so awefully hurtful
If you had spoken of crossroads
and your long journey to another side
or hinted at imperfections
in my constant affirmations
I would have caught on
and withdrew from your peripheral vision
Where was I in your scheme of things
when you pursued and I ran away
knowing it could never be
there is no impossibility you said
when people breathed the same air
under the same blue sky
I'm still waiting here
alone in contemplative silence
bubbles tickling my nose
as I bottom's up the champagne
bottle,
goodnight everyone...
If you had been so good
as to water the lily
or cut the lilac blossoms
to adorn my door
your goodbye wouldn't be
so awefully hurtful
If you had spoken of crossroads
and your long journey to another side
or hinted at imperfections
in my constant affirmations
I would have caught on
and withdrew from your peripheral vision
Where was I in your scheme of things
when you pursued and I ran away
knowing it could never be
there is no impossibility you said
when people breathed the same air
under the same blue sky
I'm still waiting here
alone in contemplative silence
bubbles tickling my nose
as I bottom's up the champagne
bottle,
goodnight everyone...
Anonymous
~ better than a good beer buzz in the morning
ecto plasmic moon serpents
tunneling through psychedelic
galaxies in search of real time
before psycho annalist started
mind-fucking science and Darwinism
and chairs sitting up against unrooted trees
as blue bear slimy gumdrops and
pink lemon drops spit black venom
on white canvas should equal gray
so microsoftenedapple(s) mind those lines
not blow lines but fiber optic lines
we humanoids plug into 24/7/365 a daily dose
looking for a Mister Rogers neighborhood host
in a politically incorrect gang thug infested nation
who bows to the king of psyche dreams?
but honestly,
what I truly see,
is people token weed
on grassy knolls
and you are nowhere
to be seen.
Anonymous
~ Vaccinations of Sobriety
You’re goin’ to hell, this much I know
my conscience burps in a lengthy mp3 wave
I could feel the fiber optic cables pulling
within the bowels of my intestines resembling
the spaghetti straps falling off my waif shoulders;
ringworms, tapeworms, heartworms would be envious,
so would my dog if I had a dog and my cat despises dogs
but loves the Chinese fighting fish fighting with the
mating water toads whenever they get in the way so
my LED HD plasma TV resembles a human aquarium;
I can’t seem to trudge through the liquid pixels in search
of a higher equilibrium than my boyfriend who’s obsessed with
tossing back Vodka shots and listening to gospel rock music on JesusTV
while I’ve become obsessed to picking up the remote in my drunken stupors
to donate blasphemous portions of my spirit through PayPal for a good cause;
but Jesus keeps changing the channel on me, and we’re out of booze
and I don’t think the liquor store ‘round the corner accepts foodstamps,
I start to worry, the ringworms, tapeworms and heartworms gather around
my soul, pulverizing my senses with the empty booze bottles, as I try to
hold onto what little dignity I had before facing the vaccinations of sobriety.
Anonymous
~ Vomica
I dream
of gold lighted Christmas trees,
and non-flesh eating
Zombies
beating down my naked windows,
my hands fumble clumsily
with the blinds
trying to blind those
from blinding me
There’s a single light bulb
hanging
from its intestine
it sways back and forth
creating shadows
of demons on walls
as I sit poker-faced
in front
of God,
De Vinci, Beelzebub
and Methuselah
all dressed
in post-iconic Gangster get-up,
the scene alone
fascinates me, exorcises me,
that I start having
an out of body experience
when my Full House
collapses
retaining them to beckon me
on all fours, first
across the floor
reeking of misconception
until I find myself
viewing the misinterpretation
of the world
from upside down
Though I realize
I need glasses
I see everything fine
and when
I got lost
inside of her
I found
my way out
and
when I awake,
the room is eerily empty and
full of life-
I vomit
Anonymous
Mine's an audio entry. I was fucking hammered when I recorded this a few years back. Woke up and found it on my phone. I originally submitted it with the title "A suicidal lullaby"
http://youtu.be/TY8Mo9t4NkY
http://youtu.be/TY8Mo9t4NkY
Miss_Sub said:Mine's an audio entry. I was fucking hammered when I recorded this a few years back. Woke up and found it on my phone. I originally submitted it with the title "A suicidal lullaby"
http://youtu.be/TY8Mo9t4NkY
WOW That's your voice?! OMG it's beautiful, absolutely gorjus missy !
The way you said/ sang it , and the music with it WOW just perfect I love this to my heart and soul...
smh pure talent in every way luv <3
http://youtu.be/TY8Mo9t4NkY
WOW That's your voice?! OMG it's beautiful, absolutely gorjus missy !
The way you said/ sang it , and the music with it WOW just perfect I love this to my heart and soul...
smh pure talent in every way luv <3
Meh, I like to sing. This is old news. 
Anonymous
1) I'm sober as a judge these days. Recovering alcoholic.
2) Thanks
3) If you want to talk to me about it, PM me. Let's not detract from this lovely original poster's thread anymore...
2) Thanks
3) If you want to talk to me about it, PM me. Let's not detract from this lovely original poster's thread anymore...
Domestic Drunk
liquid courage in the veins. now find a bitch, and beat her brains.
beat that bitch down, beat that bitch up.
stomp on her crown, kick her in her nuts.
black and blue her, that'll do her.
she got a little too sassy with her pooter.
now she blacked eyes and big lipped,
that bitch, got what's coming to her.
grab her by her hair, throw her over here, throw her over there
throw her around like you just don't care.
beat that bitch!-- beat that bitch!-- teach that bitch about that itch.
hurt that bitch-- merc that bitch-- drag that bitch, concrete surf that bitch.
now she heated up because you beat her up
what's left to do but screw.
penetrate that bitch, violate that bitch, manhandle and dilate that bitch.
then when it's all spread and done,
kiss that bitch and run--
this is what happens when lesbians get drunk.
(stop lesbian on lesbian violence, say No to drugs alcohol.)
liquid courage in the veins. now find a bitch, and beat her brains.
beat that bitch down, beat that bitch up.
stomp on her crown, kick her in her nuts.
black and blue her, that'll do her.
she got a little too sassy with her pooter.
now she blacked eyes and big lipped,
that bitch, got what's coming to her.
grab her by her hair, throw her over here, throw her over there
throw her around like you just don't care.
beat that bitch!-- beat that bitch!-- teach that bitch about that itch.
hurt that bitch-- merc that bitch-- drag that bitch, concrete surf that bitch.
now she heated up because you beat her up
what's left to do but screw.
penetrate that bitch, violate that bitch, manhandle and dilate that bitch.
then when it's all spread and done,
kiss that bitch and run--
this is what happens when lesbians get drunk.
(stop lesbian on lesbian violence, say No to drugs alcohol.)
