Poetry competition CLOSED 28th July 2012 5:13am
WINNER
death12365 (Kayla Moreau)
death12365 (Kayla Moreau)
RUNNERS-UP:
FishCake
and Joker
make me sad
Poetry Contest Description
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ok...
i'm miserable long night
i want some deep dark shit
i want you to make me cry
please try not to make it tooooooooooooooooooooooooo longggggggggggggggggggg
but use your fancy words or simple and make me sad
make me feel empathy make me break down and call myself a selfish asshole that only rants on about how tala and alexa hurt him and how there's nothing to live for
more than usual at least
heartbreak being a stoner throwing your life away being a self centered miserable dick and hating yourself some horrible heath condition loss
only three entries a person punishable by me bitching and bitching
and bitching and bitching and then asking why i'm bitching cuz i wrote a 5 page letter by then
goooooooo!
i'm miserable long night
i want some deep dark shit
i want you to make me cry
please try not to make it tooooooooooooooooooooooooo longggggggggggggggggggg
but use your fancy words or simple and make me sad
make me feel empathy make me break down and call myself a selfish asshole that only rants on about how tala and alexa hurt him and how there's nothing to live for
more than usual at least
heartbreak being a stoner throwing your life away being a self centered miserable dick and hating yourself some horrible heath condition loss
only three entries a person punishable by me bitching and bitching
and bitching and bitching and then asking why i'm bitching cuz i wrote a 5 page letter by then
goooooooo!
Friends Till Your EndIts funny how times change
was just me and you
friends to the end
or at leest for you
Nothing will ever be the same
you were beutifull
but a rev of an engine
influenced by a litle drink
reduced you to a gressy smear
A family filled with grief
questions left unanswered
such a tragedy
Your parents demand retribution
and our friends seek revenge
unporportioned anger
vented on society
Everyone has become closer
they hold me tight
hidding behind
my candy coated wall of lies
they tell me it well be okay
Brought together by this ordeal
they all wish you were still here
The fear of death has become much more real
only one thing is clear
your gone forevor
and I wonder what they would do
If they knew
I was the one behind the wheel
was just me and you
friends to the end
or at leest for you
Nothing will ever be the same
you were beutifull
but a rev of an engine
influenced by a litle drink
reduced you to a gressy smear
A family filled with grief
questions left unanswered
such a tragedy
Your parents demand retribution
and our friends seek revenge
unporportioned anger
vented on society
Everyone has become closer
they hold me tight
hidding behind
my candy coated wall of lies
they tell me it well be okay
Brought together by this ordeal
they all wish you were still here
The fear of death has become much more real
only one thing is clear
your gone forevor
and I wonder what they would do
If they knew
I was the one behind the wheel
Anonymous
"Sad Visitor"
A loved one has just passed.
Now, I am looking out my
window sill for answers.
Reasons why.
Anguish is real.
Sadly, surreal.
Cement on my chest,
heart breaking my vest.
Oh! What a difficult test!
I wonder if we
invite him in because of
our own
impending,
inevitable,
tragic end.
What is his real worth
down here on Earth?
Mr. Grief,
deliver me.
A loved one has just passed.
Now, I am looking out my
window sill for answers.
Reasons why.
Anguish is real.
Sadly, surreal.
Cement on my chest,
heart breaking my vest.
Oh! What a difficult test!
I wonder if we
invite him in because of
our own
impending,
inevitable,
tragic end.
What is his real worth
down here on Earth?
Mr. Grief,
deliver me.
Anonymous
fake_reality said:ok...
i'm miserable long night
i want some deep dark shit
i want you to make me cry
please try not to make it tooooooooooooooooooooooooo longggggggggggggggggggg
but use your fancy words or simple and make me sad
make me feel empathy make me break down and call myself a selfish asshole that only rants on about how tala and alexa hurt him and how there's nothing to live for
more than usual at least
heartbreak being a stoner throwing your life away being a self centered miserable dick and hating yourself some horrible heath condition loss
only three entries a person punishable by me bitching and bitching
and bitching and bitching and then asking why i'm bitching cuz i wrote a 5 page letter by then
goooooooo!
Alright, i'll give you my poem, "Feel the skin"
You’re only alive for me
I put medals into your face
You are entirely devoted to me
I love you because you don't love me..
You bleed for my gratification..
A small cut and i'm already horny
The body – already slightly dissected
It doesn’t matter, whatever pleases is allowed
I hurt you
I’m not sorry
It does you good
Hear how it screams..
With you I have the choice of torment
Barbed wire in the urethral tract
Put your flesh in salt and pus
First you die but then you live on
Bites, kicks, hard blows
Needle, pliers, blunt saw
What you wish, I don’t say no
And insert rodents into you
I am the ship, you are the captain
Where should this journey go
I see your face in the mirror
I love you because you don’t love me
Hear how it screams.. as I am gratified.
Feel the knife, pierce you intensely..
You resist, I force you to submission
Are you ready for the final transition?
I take the saw, and sever your jaw
I silence your screams as you're incapable of motion
The anesthesia has done it's deed
Now in pain, but you are to mislead
I draw the blade across your throat, blood starts to spray
Ah.. yes, it makes wonderful lube, i cannot resist..
I rape the corpse, of your's once possessed
The corpse.. it reeks of the incensed..
Feel the skin.. rigored yet fresh..
i'm miserable long night
i want some deep dark shit
i want you to make me cry
please try not to make it tooooooooooooooooooooooooo longggggggggggggggggggg
but use your fancy words or simple and make me sad
make me feel empathy make me break down and call myself a selfish asshole that only rants on about how tala and alexa hurt him and how there's nothing to live for
more than usual at least
heartbreak being a stoner throwing your life away being a self centered miserable dick and hating yourself some horrible heath condition loss
only three entries a person punishable by me bitching and bitching
and bitching and bitching and then asking why i'm bitching cuz i wrote a 5 page letter by then
goooooooo!
Alright, i'll give you my poem, "Feel the skin"
You’re only alive for me
I put medals into your face
You are entirely devoted to me
I love you because you don't love me..
You bleed for my gratification..
A small cut and i'm already horny
The body – already slightly dissected
It doesn’t matter, whatever pleases is allowed
I hurt you
I’m not sorry
It does you good
Hear how it screams..
With you I have the choice of torment
Barbed wire in the urethral tract
Put your flesh in salt and pus
First you die but then you live on
Bites, kicks, hard blows
Needle, pliers, blunt saw
What you wish, I don’t say no
And insert rodents into you
I am the ship, you are the captain
Where should this journey go
I see your face in the mirror
I love you because you don’t love me
Hear how it screams.. as I am gratified.
Feel the knife, pierce you intensely..
You resist, I force you to submission
Are you ready for the final transition?
I take the saw, and sever your jaw
I silence your screams as you're incapable of motion
The anesthesia has done it's deed
Now in pain, but you are to mislead
I draw the blade across your throat, blood starts to spray
Ah.. yes, it makes wonderful lube, i cannot resist..
I rape the corpse, of your's once possessed
The corpse.. it reeks of the incensed..
Feel the skin.. rigored yet fresh..
You can get help you know.
There is a procedure more generally used in the Arab communities; it involves insertion of a small, soft metal pellet into a certain part of the brain. The pellet only weighs about 150 grammes. And the procedure does'nt need an anasthetic, its painless when perfomed quickly.
If I remember rightly, its called a bullet in the headamy
There is a procedure more generally used in the Arab communities; it involves insertion of a small, soft metal pellet into a certain part of the brain. The pellet only weighs about 150 grammes. And the procedure does'nt need an anasthetic, its painless when perfomed quickly.
If I remember rightly, its called a bullet in the headamy
What its like to love and not be loved
I'd kill for this boy
If only he kne wthe pain I'd go through
What I would sacrifice
It just really kills me
His icey heart chills thee
I gave it all away, just to hear him say
Those three words
I found the pieces
one by one
My heart was breaking
My soul was aching
I felt it crack as I tried to hold it together
Never fall in love with a stranger
Cause you never know the danger
He didn't bother to ask what was wrong
He just ignored me and moved on
I'd kill for this boy
If only he kne wthe pain I'd go through
What I would sacrifice
It just really kills me
His icey heart chills thee
I gave it all away, just to hear him say
Those three words
I found the pieces
one by one
My heart was breaking
My soul was aching
I felt it crack as I tried to hold it together
Never fall in love with a stranger
Cause you never know the danger
He didn't bother to ask what was wrong
He just ignored me and moved on
The moon dips down
the world forever casted
in its lake of darkness
no place of shining light
to guide me through
this Tetterous maze of
death, sadness, sorrow, and pain
in this life i stand alone
only imagining to have light
i'll watch the desperation
i have brought
watch all the people suffer in agony
i would take their pain
the sun forgot to take its reign
the moon weeps
starts its twinkling tears
perhaps i am no more than a burden
the way i cause destuction where i stand
this realm of eternial night
takes hold of this twisted
tainted soul of mine
i'm sorry for what i have done
and what is only on my path
i'm sorry im here
i'm so sorry i was born
the world forever casted
in its lake of darkness
no place of shining light
to guide me through
this Tetterous maze of
death, sadness, sorrow, and pain
in this life i stand alone
only imagining to have light
i'll watch the desperation
i have brought
watch all the people suffer in agony
i would take their pain
the sun forgot to take its reign
the moon weeps
starts its twinkling tears
perhaps i am no more than a burden
the way i cause destuction where i stand
this realm of eternial night
takes hold of this twisted
tainted soul of mine
i'm sorry for what i have done
and what is only on my path
i'm sorry im here
i'm so sorry i was born
i can not speak
as long as i am wrong
i can not be brave
as long as i am alive
how can i end a life
how am i supposed to deal with this
the blackness of my blood
reflects the darkness i will always be
i am a disapointment
and nothing more
i am a pain and regret
and nothing else
each time i fail
i am imprisoned in my own pity
each moment ofregret
pushing me away from myself
when i do whats wrong
i am worthless
when i do whats right
i am punished
even when others are near
i only feel loneliness
even when i am strong
i feel weak
i can feel its squirming
from the pain that i have caused
i can feel it dying
all the cracks on the wall
i have memorized
all the shades of darkness
aremy rainbow
today i will see colors
today i will see red
as long as i am wrong
i can not be brave
as long as i am alive
how can i end a life
how am i supposed to deal with this
the blackness of my blood
reflects the darkness i will always be
i am a disapointment
and nothing more
i am a pain and regret
and nothing else
each time i fail
i am imprisoned in my own pity
each moment ofregret
pushing me away from myself
when i do whats wrong
i am worthless
when i do whats right
i am punished
even when others are near
i only feel loneliness
even when i am strong
i feel weak
i can feel its squirming
from the pain that i have caused
i can feel it dying
all the cracks on the wall
i have memorized
all the shades of darkness
aremy rainbow
today i will see colors
today i will see red
i sit inside my room
as you crawl under my skin
i fight a pointless battle
in wich i can not win
you tell me that you love me
but i do not believe
but i can not say no to you
so for you i still bleed
rushing in my veins
my blood is red no more
i con not get rid of it
for insanity has no cure
and as i write this poem
my tears come to an end
because ive made it this far
and forgotten how to feel sad
as you crawl under my skin
i fight a pointless battle
in wich i can not win
you tell me that you love me
but i do not believe
but i can not say no to you
so for you i still bleed
rushing in my veins
my blood is red no more
i con not get rid of it
for insanity has no cure
and as i write this poem
my tears come to an end
because ive made it this far
and forgotten how to feel sad
Anonymous
Jenner
When her mother shat her out
the placenta
that should have nourished her
was black as tar;
a dirty joke
left over from a smack habit.
Murdered before really living
she endured six days of life
without crying out once.
Supposedly her eyes were blue,
but she could no longer open them,
her body going septic :
turning from pink
to gray
to mottled purple.
Necrotic, swollen,
needles embedded in both arms
lips cracked
the specialist refused to give her morphine.
Said she wasn't in pain.
But then again,
he was functioning just fine
so what did it matter to him
that she was full of poison
and rotting from the inside out?
When her time bomb kidneys
exploded
she was taken off life support.
Her family held her
for the first time,
dripped lies into her ears,
chewed
bitter honey prayers.
Whoever said death is quiet
was a fucking liar.
Without the breathing tube
she gasped and fought for air,
burbled and gagged
for twenty minutes.
Mercifully humane my ass.
For twenty three years
I've listened to her death rattle.
Hell
really is
for children.
When her mother shat her out
the placenta
that should have nourished her
was black as tar;
a dirty joke
left over from a smack habit.
Murdered before really living
she endured six days of life
without crying out once.
Supposedly her eyes were blue,
but she could no longer open them,
her body going septic :
turning from pink
to gray
to mottled purple.
Necrotic, swollen,
needles embedded in both arms
lips cracked
the specialist refused to give her morphine.
Said she wasn't in pain.
But then again,
he was functioning just fine
so what did it matter to him
that she was full of poison
and rotting from the inside out?
When her time bomb kidneys
exploded
she was taken off life support.
Her family held her
for the first time,
dripped lies into her ears,
chewed
bitter honey prayers.
Whoever said death is quiet
was a fucking liar.
Without the breathing tube
she gasped and fought for air,
burbled and gagged
for twenty minutes.
Mercifully humane my ass.
For twenty three years
I've listened to her death rattle.
Hell
really is
for children.
Anonymous
Dude, you are killing the somber tone of your own thread ;)
