Calling All Trophy Winners!

Clothes are not important any more
 
The morning is my childhood, my brightest toy,  
I cry, I laugh, and I meet my mom and my dad  
they give me a name, a hug and a slap.  
 
The noon is coming with my coming of age  
and I start my manifest  
choosing the green from the meat.  
I play with boys, I play with girls  
I feel I am the freedom in the cage of the world.  
 
When the afternoon comes I already have a past  
I am trapped, I need to escape from it  
I do meditation, I read a thousand books,  
I listen to the music and play guitar  
I write poems and go to church.  
 
I feel ready for the night, my last point of view,  
people think I’m wise, having white hair and a beard,  
I’m just staying naked doing nothing  
I’m just doing nothing feeling naked  
I just feel nothing, being naked  
I just feel naked, being nothing.  
 
Clothes are not important any more  
finally I have no fear of the people  
no fear of the night and its lonely moon  
it’s just me naked between the floor of life  
and the ceiling of death.  
 
The only window in here is my memories  
I choose to spend my last impulse  
close to my past, near to my future view.  
 
I look at my feet and I feel the rocks  
the rocks I once stepped on  
and it was then, when I realized that I needed shoes,  
they now fade away, away from my kissing desire.  
 
I look at my sex and I feel like to pee  
I pee on me like the day I was born  
crying for the dry safety on my mother’s eyes.  
 
I look at my hands and I feel you  
you, you and you and all of you  
that I touched once and never took a glance.  
 
The little bear on the sofa is crying for me  
I look at him once and then I close my eyes  
to see nothing, to see everything  
to strangle the need of the living truth.  
 
I start laughing, the harder I can,  
I finish my life with some cheap wrinkles  
and an expensive timeless wine.  
 
It’s not me wanting to die  
I know I will never fly,  
it’s not me wanting to leave  
I’ve just been given a hard day to live.

COMPETITION WINNER
Failed Love
20th January 2016

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Blankets

There are two blankets
with names upon them
One baring yours
the other one mine
They lay across the foot of the bed
They look very different after all this time

The one that has your name upon it
is tattered and torn
having frayed edges
within faded colors
Multiple signs trying to repair can be seen
Vastly different when you look at the other

The other that has my name upon it
is brightly colored
and perfectly folded
seemingly bare of any marks
Not being reached for in so many years
Within the folds lies a once broken heart

I look at the blanket
baring your name
and I hold it up
between four digits pinched
Looking at it from corner to corner
I'm blinded by all the light that is filtering in

For years
I tried to cover myself
with a blanket
that wasn't just right
It wasn't the one meant to keep me safe and warm
When my demons came for me day or night

Pulling and stretching it
to cover me it would rip
I would then sew the damage seen
in a desperate attempt to repair  
Viewing those holes and seams with frayed edges
I'd bring them to your attention so you'd know they were there

I've come to you now
to let you know
the blanket which
bared your name
Sadly no longer can take another stitch
There's no way to mend it again

I want a new blanket
the perfect size
with bright colors
to cover and keep me warm
I've been so cold for such a very long time
I need to feel wrapped up like in someone's arms

I want you to keep
the blanket you have
The one perfectly folded, with bright colors
which bares my name
Knowing it would've warmed you had you unfolded it
It always would have...  

...if you only came

     
Marsha ... Marsha ... Marsha    
     
     
Wasn't looking to live large      
Just lovely      
     
You know      
     
like the Brady Bunch      
All blonde and beautiful      
With a dog named Tiger      
     
Except I wanted to fuck Marsha      
and Carol too      
Yeah I know      
Not in the script      
But neither was my life      
     
Prison Sundays      
     
was the only time I didn't have to go to church      
Except my moms still made me wear that      
punk ass suit      
with the      
punk ass tie    
And those      
punk ass shoes      
     
Visiting Daddy      
in Attica      
     
Guards patting me down    
I was ten    
Get used to it      
one of 'em smirked      
     
Like I was stupid enough to carry my screwdriver there      
     
Showed Daddy my report card      
All A's      
Not bad for what I was supposed to be      
     
What was that again?      
     
Oh yeah    
That's right      
Just another nigga in the ghetto      
     
Which meant I didn't surf in Hawaii      
with Greg and Peter      
Me and my friends    
we surfed the tops of elevator cars      
21 glorious stories up and down      
     
Until that day Ricky slipped      
I was there but I wasn't      
     
When the cops ask    
     
You never are      
     
I try to be a kid      
Go to the corner store      
Buy a pack of Now & Laters      
and steal a Charleston Chew      
     
I'll live Now      
I supposed      
die sooner than Later I guessed    
Cause right in the mix they sell candy shaped like cigarettes      
Packaged in fake real cigarette boxes      
     
Now that's ghetto candy      
Cause I've never seen sweet Cindy sucking on that shit      
     
Blue Magic    
China White      
Caballo    
They sell that in the candy store too      
     
Funny      
     
No commercials on TV  for where to buy your dope      
or play your numbers      
but everybody knows where      
     
Is this my life God?      
to know the unknown      
And father a child before my time      
with the first girl that says      
     
Si Papi    
     
because she's too scared and stupid      
to know what she wants   
     
I watch the pigeons      
circling and hovering above Grant's Projects      
     
They have wings      
But won't fuckin' leave      
So what chance do I have?      
     
I watch the Bradys      
They're going to the Grand Canyon      
     
So I pack my bags and pretend      
     
     
Photo credit: (New York Times, June 2014) Grant's Housing Project - Harlem, NY.  The very building I grew up in.  Police raided the building to arrest and evict known gang members.    

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uniqueshaky said:I've only won two trophies and one of them was for very short pieces, so I'll go with my Nov 2014 trophy, "Lyrics write their own story".

Inspired by Vide Infra by Killswitch Engage.
The line: 'They'll never take me from me.'

They will push me down to the muddy barren of life,
to the very depths of what they fear,
and they will hold me in the pit of despair,
they will thrive in their task,
they will thrive in my pain,
but I will not allow them to take my spirit,
for I am not what they want me to be,
I am what I want me to be,
and I always will be the answer,
to my own problems,
because no matter how much they push, hold, shove,
they will never take me from me.

My identity is set in stone,
My ideals frozen and protected from pickaxes.
I know who I am.
I know my strength.
I know my resolve.
They'll never break my identity,
For it is all I am,
They'll never take me from me.

Hello uniqueshaky
excellent spill ")
Good Luck!

OxyMoronicMe said:Won only two trophies but I'd go with the piece that earned me my first.


Auriel
(Archangel of Hope)

I am not perfect, I am not pure.
But in me resides a strong presence,
Pushing me up, pulling me down;
Maneuvering me out of harm...
And delivering me to the place,
Where I am at home and at peace...
Shaping me into a person,
That I endeavor to be.

When all is dark, my angels' eyes,
Focus on that glimmer of light...
Far ahead no matter how dim,
I chose to see that silver lining.
When I am shunned and everyone is looking down,
My angels' heart stands her ground...
Beating strongly with no vile blood,
Believing that tomorrow, another sun would shine.

When I am hungry and no means to carry my own weight...
My angels' feet keep standing up,
Walking straight along the narrow path...
Keeping my balance, braving the odds.
And when I am sick and deliriously in heat,
My angels' mind stays lucid and awake.
Energizing my spirit to fight and go on burning,
Firing the thread of life, that I am still living.

And when I am overwhelmed, with praise and success
My angels' hand maintains an open palm.
Allowing for the blessing to flow out and comes back with freedom,
Humbling me, while continuously endowing me.
Life is full of sloppy roads...
And time is but a pilferer.
How we are, who we are, where we are...
Are just blossoms fugaciously in place.

No matter how transient our being might be;
To leave a mark there, is two ways as I see...
We embrace our angels sometimes;
We gave in to our demons at times.
Yesterday's a preacher that nags like a concerned mother.
Today is a driver at war with rush hour traffic.
Tomorrow is a tax collector auditing my earnings.
And I am but a woman that tries her hardest, every second of every time.

Auriel lives within me
The voice of reason behind my doubts
I am not perfect, I am not pure;
But compassion filled my heart and soul.
Hope is the cord that ties,
The earthly me to valor and just;
Giving me wisdom to accept my fate and eventual death...
Keeping my garden in this mortal world, lush and green.

This lifetime, I strive...

Hello OxyMoronicMe
Very Nice ")
Good Luck!

russiamagda said:clouds depart

Midsummer
A mug was glued together
Hands held,
sweat suctioning each other

You confessed, willingly
Trembling were the
cracks in my skin

Prevailed.

Unsure was I
Yet sure of
future regret
Why does my
realization come after?

Trembling were you
Were you?

Were you watching
As clouds departed
A thick blue neon
wraps the surface of
the moon

The cracks in skin
surround me
Glowing,
as the apple of my eye.

The hands of you
Alike the moon's surface
from the earth, glowing
beneath fabric,
Glowing in between
regret.


Hello russiamagda
I absolutely loved this.
Good Luck!

HadesRising said:UNDERNEATH THE MOURNING STAR
(THE TRAGEDY OF GOD-CROSSED LOVERS)
 
 
I spied Faith sitting upon a rail.
Fair hair in the wind,
Watching the ships set sail.
Whispers from her wonder if
She’ll ever see me again,
As I sail off into the rift.
 
Gone to fight in God’s own war
Clad in celestial armor,
I go to break the door.
Of things so vile and beneath
Us, the holy army.
We will crush them under our feet.
 
     In Heaven, God looked upon Faith.
     And saw that without me,
     She was but a wraith.
     And sadness filled His heart.
 
Between the battles, I dream of her.
Sitting there so lonely,
Drawing her picture in the dirt.
Falling leaves remind me of the time
Of splendors and apples.
Before sin was a crime.
 
      Here in His kingdom sat one so blind
     To the love that shone
     But then Faith was still mine.
     A forbidden affair in His home.
 
In the heat of Battle I threw down their King.
Their morale was broken
And enemy horde felt the sting.
I proclaimed my victory for God’s glory
And headed for home
To Heaven, to tell the story.
 
     Word spread to the Lord of my win
     But He was full of envy
     For in His house Faith and I sinned.
     In His eyes there were many.
 
Sat her down in comfort.
Then told her about my doom.
She wept upon the shoulder of the Lord.
But him it was just
Another player knocked off the board.
 
There she stood on top of the stairs
And the air was so thick with despair.
Her stricken heart set to un-tune her,
And grief poured forth to consume her.
With one last pull of the heart strings
She cast herself from the spire
And the cold night air was lit up with fire.
 
     God was then struck with a rage
     And barred me from the chamber floor.
     I was to be condemned in a cage
     And I looked into the face of mistrust
     Once filled with just, but nevermore.
 
“Cast me, Father, as you cast her out!
Throw me from your heart!”  
And thus, I lashed about.
“I have lost Faith to her doom!”
The, I, The Morningstar
Cursed God from Heaven to distant moons.
 
     And He said,
 
     “Her pride for you kept her so fair.
     Your death by my word led to despair.
     I cast you out, into the dark.
     Let the lash of her death leave a mark.”
 
And so I fell
Through fire and earth.
To rule beneath
A new rebirth.
And still I search
For where she burned.
I have looked afar,
From Hell to Earth.
I am still The Mourning Star.


(c) 2013 Frank Green

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Hello HadesRising
Nice to see you here!
Excellent piece you have here.
Good Luck!

dejure said:my madness  is  MY SANITY



The life of a sanity and insanity  
I can't see the difference  
when I look at me  

I'm not blind,  
I can see  
I'm no inhuman  
I'm just another man  

But when I see my reflection  
On YOUR mirror  
I see a hole right in the middle  
Where my heart is  

I don’t want you to wear my shoes  
Just try to look beyond your shell  

From your inside  
To my inside  

Aren't we the same?  

Each;  
Uglier than the other  
Bloodier than the other  
Stickier than the other  
Fucked up than the other  

You are covered in contrast  
My shades are transparent  

And you say I'm MAD?  



Fuck you!



.

Hello dejure

Nice to see you here
Deep ink u spill here..
Good Luck!

crimsin said:Crim VS Brenda ! extreme content !

Some of you here know me only as Crim  
a tough lady off the streets  
paid some hard prices there  
 
loving the smell of tar heroin  
cooking in the morning  
making me gag in anticipation  
 
of my next fix  
then hitting the ground running  
time ticking the dragon breathing down my neck  
 
climbing into strange men's cars  
off to the motel it didn't matter  
cos Crim is an evil bitch who loves it rough  
 
so when they pulled my hair  
or fucked me hard in the ass  
I got off with the most sinister of men  
 
sucking their cocks  
squirting all over my juicy breasts  
awaiting that sweet cum on my tits  
 
cos that meant my job was done  
and I could get down to my real pleasure  
shooting dope  
 
cooking it, loading the rig  
waiting for it to register  
and slam, release riding the elevator all the way down  
 
into oblivion's arms  
then off to next man  
dope is a demon with a gaping maw  
 
always demanding to be fed  
a beast, a task master  
fuck, shoot dope, wash and repeat  
 
then came the Methadone days  
hazy days that I can barely remember  
I came to love that demon too  
 
no longer fucking for cash  
I became a zombie lost in the fog  
it made me crazy in the end  
 
all the damage i'd done  
strapped to a table  
poison dripping into my veins  
 
these were the lonely days  
Crim had deserted me  
I wasn't tough anymore  
 
screaming obscenities to hell  
Crim's parting words were come  
get this bitch before I rip her in two  
 
as I lay there struggling with my restraints  
pissing on myself because the docs didn't give a shit  
too afraid of me to let me up I guess  
 
Brenda is the tender side of me  
who still takes shelter in Crim's shade  
like a butterfly struggling with it's cocoon  
 
I am trying to emerge  
but I still like to drink  
love sex rough and dirty  
 
i'm trying to find myself really  
on this trip this journey  
it's led me many places  
 
made me who I am  
 
 


My Darling Brenda")
it wouldn't right without you here!
Great Expression!
Good Luck!

Artemios said:Clothes are not important any more
 
The morning is my childhood, my brightest toy,  
I cry, I laugh, and I meet my mom and my dad  
they give me a name, a hug and a slap.  
 
The noon is coming with my coming of age  
and I start my manifest  
choosing the green from the meat.  
I play with boys, I play with girls  
I feel I am the freedom in the cage of the world.  
 
When the afternoon comes I already have a past  
I am trapped, I need to escape from it  
I do meditation, I read a thousand books,  
I listen to the music and play guitar  
I write poems and go to church.  
 
I feel ready for the night, my last point of view,  
people think I’m wise, having white hair and a beard,  
I’m just staying naked doing nothing  
I’m just doing nothing feeling naked  
I just feel nothing, being naked  
I just feel naked, being nothing.  
 
Clothes are not important any more  
finally I have no fear of the people  
no fear of the night and its lonely moon  
it’s just me naked between the floor of life  
and the ceiling of death.  
 
The only window in here is my memories  
I choose to spend my last impulse  
close to my past, near to my future view.  
 
I look at my feet and I feel the rocks  
the rocks I once stepped on  
and it was then, when I realized that I needed shoes,  
they now fade away, away from my kissing desire.  
 
I look at my sex and I feel like to pee  
I pee on me like the day I was born  
crying for the dry safety on my mother’s eyes.  
 
I look at my hands and I feel you  
you, you and you and all of you  
that I touched once and never took a glance.  
 
The little bear on the sofa is crying for me  
I look at him once and then I close my eyes  
to see nothing, to see everything  
to strangle the need of the living truth.  
 
I start laughing, the harder I can,  
I finish my life with some cheap wrinkles  
and an expensive timeless wine.  
 
It’s not me wanting to die  
I know I will never fly,  
it’s not me wanting to leave  
I’ve just been given a hard day to live.



Hello Artemios
Very intricate!
thanks for playing!
Good Luck!

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Hello todski28
cute nick btw lol
Very nice poem
Good Luck!

Taryn said:Blankets

There are two blankets
with names upon them
One baring yours
the other one mine
They lay across the foot of the bed
They look very different after all this time

The one that has your name upon it
is tattered and torn
having frayed edges
within faded colors
Multiple signs trying to repair can be seen
Vastly different when you look at the other

The other that has my name upon it
is brightly colored
and perfectly folded
seemingly bare of any marks
Not being reached for in so many years
Within the folds lies a once broken heart

I look at the blanket
baring your name
and I hold it up
between four digits pinched
Looking at it from corner to corner
I'm blinded by all the light that is filtering in

For years
I tried to cover myself
with a blanket
that wasn't just right
It wasn't the one meant to keep me safe and warm
When my demons came for me day or night

Pulling and stretching it
to cover me it would rip
I would then sew the damage seen
in a desperate attempt to repair  
Viewing those holes and seams with frayed edges
I'd bring them to your attention so you'd know they were there

I've come to you now
to let you know
the blanket which
bared your name
Sadly no longer can take another stitch
There's no way to mend it again

I want a new blanket
the perfect size
with bright colors
to cover and keep me warm
I've been so cold for such a very long time
I need to feel wrapped up like in someone's arms

I want you to keep
the blanket you have
The one perfectly folded, with bright colors
which bares my name
Knowing it would've warmed you had you unfolded it
It always would have...  

...if you only came
Excellent poem Schiitaryn!
Good Luck!