Poetry competition CLOSED 28th July 2012 5:13am
WINNER
death12365 (Kayla Moreau)
death12365 (Kayla Moreau)
RUNNERS-UP:
FishCake
and Joker
make me sad
Anonymous
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Angel
Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear, but they turn out the lights
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it'll be too late
A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot
Through the rain and the wind she stands hard as a stone
In a world she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place
Where she's loved
Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear, but they turn out the lights
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it'll be too late
A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot
Through the rain and the wind she stands hard as a stone
In a world she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place
Where she's loved
i cRy... >8^..(
i cry a lot lately
its like the Devil has me pinned
i said it before
and it remains the same
i have chosen sides
and the He Who i roll with
his bitch ass know he has no win
i cry
because i have a human condition
all my wants and all what i think i need
i cry
not simply for me
but for all the others
who i feel i let down
for choosing to believe in me..
i been called a dreamer
im sure there are those who may think i a schemer
its been explained to me.. “who are you?!”
and my response is….
……..RedHot ‘muthafuckn’ Peppers
Devil wants me to ride or die
but this bitch is pissed
because Papa allows me
a very potent frame of mind
and a crafty pen to write with
you want me gone or silent?
Devil gon have to kill me
and if you succeed it was written in my script
i’ll rest well knowing Papa has many more seed such as me
when i cry
i am ashamed
for i know He has carried me
through many a moon
the same as He makes the Sun rise each day
He sets all that is in motion
for He is the Clock Maker
He Who shapes the pot from a mound of clay
hear me now Devil.. and your dominions
feeling safe picking on i
and many others in this human condition
i write and bang within boundaries of my permission
and that’s plenty enough room
to deliver that which He has placed in my heart
to be openly given..
i cry
because of my selfishness
'to he who much is given.. much is required'
when all is said and done
to He be the glory
for He is truly the only worthy One..
>8^..( Daddy’s lil Souljah…
i cry a lot lately
its like the Devil has me pinned
i said it before
and it remains the same
i have chosen sides
and the He Who i roll with
his bitch ass know he has no win
i cry
because i have a human condition
all my wants and all what i think i need
i cry
not simply for me
but for all the others
who i feel i let down
for choosing to believe in me..
i been called a dreamer
im sure there are those who may think i a schemer
its been explained to me.. “who are you?!”
and my response is….
……..RedHot ‘muthafuckn’ Peppers
Devil wants me to ride or die
but this bitch is pissed
because Papa allows me
a very potent frame of mind
and a crafty pen to write with
you want me gone or silent?
Devil gon have to kill me
and if you succeed it was written in my script
i’ll rest well knowing Papa has many more seed such as me
when i cry
i am ashamed
for i know He has carried me
through many a moon
the same as He makes the Sun rise each day
He sets all that is in motion
for He is the Clock Maker
He Who shapes the pot from a mound of clay
hear me now Devil.. and your dominions
feeling safe picking on i
and many others in this human condition
i write and bang within boundaries of my permission
and that’s plenty enough room
to deliver that which He has placed in my heart
to be openly given..
i cry
because of my selfishness
'to he who much is given.. much is required'
when all is said and done
to He be the glory
for He is truly the only worthy One..
>8^..( Daddy’s lil Souljah…
The Yearbook,,,
Upon A Lonely Shelf,,,There A Yearbook Lies,,,
All Covered With The Dust,,,Of Days Gone Bye,,,
All Of The Memories,,,That Lie Dormant Within,,,
So Many Signatures,,,So Many Friends,,,,
Awaiting The Chance,,,For Someone To Read Them,,,
For Someone To Relive Them,,,Once Again,,,
Upon A Lonely Hospital Bed,,,An Old Man Lies,,,
All Covered With Wrinkles,,,Of Days Gone Bye,,,
All Of The Memories,,,That Lie Dormant ,,,Within,,,
Awaiting One Last Chance,,,For Someone To Listen,,,
To Him,,,One Last Time,,,To Tell Them Again,,,
On A Lonely Hillside,,,There Lies A Stone,,,
That Marks The Spot,,,Where One Was Laid To Rest,,,
The Stone Is Worn Smooth,,,From The Wind,,,
And From The Rain,,,Of Days Gone Bye,,,,
Who Ever Lies Here,,,No One Even Knows Their Name,,,
And All Of The Memories,,,Which Lie Dormant,,, Within,,,
And Even Though,,,They Are Dead And Gone,,,
They Await One Last Chance,,,To Tell Their Story Again,,,
Upon A Lonely Shelf,,,There A Yearbook Lies,,,
All Covered With The Dust,,,Of Days Gone Bye,,,
All Of The Memories,,,That Lie Dormant Within,,,
So Many Signatures,,,So Many Friends,,,,
Awaiting The Chance,,,For Someone To Read Them,,,
For Someone To Relive Them,,,Once Again,,,
Upon A Lonely Hospital Bed,,,An Old Man Lies,,,
All Covered With Wrinkles,,,Of Days Gone Bye,,,
All Of The Memories,,,That Lie Dormant ,,,Within,,,
Awaiting One Last Chance,,,For Someone To Listen,,,
To Him,,,One Last Time,,,To Tell Them Again,,,
On A Lonely Hillside,,,There Lies A Stone,,,
That Marks The Spot,,,Where One Was Laid To Rest,,,
The Stone Is Worn Smooth,,,From The Wind,,,
And From The Rain,,,Of Days Gone Bye,,,,
Who Ever Lies Here,,,No One Even Knows Their Name,,,
And All Of The Memories,,,Which Lie Dormant,,, Within,,,
And Even Though,,,They Are Dead And Gone,,,
They Await One Last Chance,,,To Tell Their Story Again,,,
It clipped my heels when in the street,
only my duvets it would wear.
It fell a flight of garden steps,
and badly grazed its left arm bare,
It said it loved me, and lapped my cheek,
was an everlasting phase
as right now all I can seem to miss,
is its laziest of days.
It felt of fragrant beach-clean skin,
and smelt of the softest sage,
but now I can’t help in thinking,
of broken glass in its ribcage.
It walked me home by owl-song,
and cried before my airport flight,
but now all I can seem to remember,
is what bled its pretty face white.
It drove to work that Friday morning,
with my promises scraping its mind,
so why can't I believe that,
its breathing's now resigned.
It belted into a comma,
after windscreen punctured its lung,
yet how can I not be forgetting,
of the teeth that protrude through its tongue,
It waved goodbye on the doorstep,
of its whitened clinical bed,
and I'd hoped at that bleep he'd remember,
and wouldn't have just died instead.
only my duvets it would wear.
It fell a flight of garden steps,
and badly grazed its left arm bare,
It said it loved me, and lapped my cheek,
was an everlasting phase
as right now all I can seem to miss,
is its laziest of days.
It felt of fragrant beach-clean skin,
and smelt of the softest sage,
but now I can’t help in thinking,
of broken glass in its ribcage.
It walked me home by owl-song,
and cried before my airport flight,
but now all I can seem to remember,
is what bled its pretty face white.
It drove to work that Friday morning,
with my promises scraping its mind,
so why can't I believe that,
its breathing's now resigned.
It belted into a comma,
after windscreen punctured its lung,
yet how can I not be forgetting,
of the teeth that protrude through its tongue,
It waved goodbye on the doorstep,
of its whitened clinical bed,
and I'd hoped at that bleep he'd remember,
and wouldn't have just died instead.
Because of Me
The guilt and regret won't leave my mind as I enter this church for you
All our memories keep swirling through my brain as I sit here on this wooden pew.
I can't bring myself to talk about you; when asked I say I have just one sister
For the pain I feel when I think of you burns within me like a thousand boiling blisters.
I wish I could still say I had two sisters, that I wasn't always the family's "baby"
If only I had been braver and stronger back then, maybe, just maybe,
You, baby sister, would still be here, and I never would've had to say goodbye
But instead I'm at your funeral, and I know it's my fault you're here...I'm the one who let you die.
As your small casket passes by, I can't stop the quivering sobs, or the stream of tears
And my mind forces me again and again to relive that day, like a never ending nightmare.
You were five at the time, and I had just turned eight
We'd been through many foster homes, some halfway decent, others not so great.
But this house was worse than the others; the people were crueler, the beatings more severe
I should've done something in the beginning, maybe begged our workers to take us far away from here.
Yet I did nothing, but instead tried to prepare you for the agonizing days to come
I told you to expect more empty stomachs, and beatings that would leave us numb.
For though I knew this house was worse, I thought we'd survive the same way
We'd listen to the yelling, endure the pain, and hope that tomorrow would be a better day.
Until the day came where our foster father decided to prove me oh so wrong
The day he beat you just a little too much, for just a little too long.
You had tried to take some food from the pantry, for the stomach pains were finally too much to bear
But you were caught by him, and he didn't listen to your pleading or begging, for he simply didn't care.
I thought it was just another beating, and so I stood waiting in the shadows in the hall
I didn't want to make it worse, or get beat myself, so I watched even as he threw you against the wall.
Over and over he beat you with with his fists, and with his belt
And still I waited, praying he'd stop soon, so I could attend to your bruises and your welts.
But he was not himself, but high off of one of the many drugs he had in his secret room
And as the minutes dragged by, I began to feel overwhelmed by a sense of doom.
When his hand reached for the wooden bat his son used for baseball, my heart stopped
I screamed at him, but still watched helplessly as the bat quickly dropped.
I can still hear it in my ears, the crack of the bat as it smashed against your head
I can still see it with my eyes, the sight of your blood splattering against the wall, painting it dark red.
As others saw what had happened and dragged him away, I ran to you, but no matter how hard I tried
I couldn't wake you up, and finally had to admit, that my little sister had just died.
And so here I am, weeks later, staring at your lifeless body, wishing that I could once again see those beautiful blue eyes
Unable to block out all the sorrow and pain, while wondering over and over why.
Why did I do nothing to save you, why did I give in to my fear
This regret is something I know I'll have to live with for the many upcoming years.
With tear filled eyes and a broken heart, I tell you I'm sorry, give you one last kiss, and slowly walk away
Praying that perhaps I'll be forgiven, so that I may see you again in Heaven one day.
The guilt and regret won't leave my mind as I enter this church for you
All our memories keep swirling through my brain as I sit here on this wooden pew.
I can't bring myself to talk about you; when asked I say I have just one sister
For the pain I feel when I think of you burns within me like a thousand boiling blisters.
I wish I could still say I had two sisters, that I wasn't always the family's "baby"
If only I had been braver and stronger back then, maybe, just maybe,
You, baby sister, would still be here, and I never would've had to say goodbye
But instead I'm at your funeral, and I know it's my fault you're here...I'm the one who let you die.
As your small casket passes by, I can't stop the quivering sobs, or the stream of tears
And my mind forces me again and again to relive that day, like a never ending nightmare.
You were five at the time, and I had just turned eight
We'd been through many foster homes, some halfway decent, others not so great.
But this house was worse than the others; the people were crueler, the beatings more severe
I should've done something in the beginning, maybe begged our workers to take us far away from here.
Yet I did nothing, but instead tried to prepare you for the agonizing days to come
I told you to expect more empty stomachs, and beatings that would leave us numb.
For though I knew this house was worse, I thought we'd survive the same way
We'd listen to the yelling, endure the pain, and hope that tomorrow would be a better day.
Until the day came where our foster father decided to prove me oh so wrong
The day he beat you just a little too much, for just a little too long.
You had tried to take some food from the pantry, for the stomach pains were finally too much to bear
But you were caught by him, and he didn't listen to your pleading or begging, for he simply didn't care.
I thought it was just another beating, and so I stood waiting in the shadows in the hall
I didn't want to make it worse, or get beat myself, so I watched even as he threw you against the wall.
Over and over he beat you with with his fists, and with his belt
And still I waited, praying he'd stop soon, so I could attend to your bruises and your welts.
But he was not himself, but high off of one of the many drugs he had in his secret room
And as the minutes dragged by, I began to feel overwhelmed by a sense of doom.
When his hand reached for the wooden bat his son used for baseball, my heart stopped
I screamed at him, but still watched helplessly as the bat quickly dropped.
I can still hear it in my ears, the crack of the bat as it smashed against your head
I can still see it with my eyes, the sight of your blood splattering against the wall, painting it dark red.
As others saw what had happened and dragged him away, I ran to you, but no matter how hard I tried
I couldn't wake you up, and finally had to admit, that my little sister had just died.
And so here I am, weeks later, staring at your lifeless body, wishing that I could once again see those beautiful blue eyes
Unable to block out all the sorrow and pain, while wondering over and over why.
Why did I do nothing to save you, why did I give in to my fear
This regret is something I know I'll have to live with for the many upcoming years.
With tear filled eyes and a broken heart, I tell you I'm sorry, give you one last kiss, and slowly walk away
Praying that perhaps I'll be forgiven, so that I may see you again in Heaven one day.
Death row Poetry
[b]Get dead or die trying [/b]
(blade-runner)
Is there nobody in this world
can understand the way that I feel
when the steel rips and the blood drips
forming love hearts on the floor
(oh deer me)
you'll see, you'll all see
when you find my carcass
swinging like a skinned deer
maturing in the shed
(I will follow)
I'd rather crawl into the flames
that consume your remains
than live another minute
without your whispers
[b]Get dead or die trying [/b]
(blade-runner)
Is there nobody in this world
can understand the way that I feel
when the steel rips and the blood drips
forming love hearts on the floor
(oh deer me)
you'll see, you'll all see
when you find my carcass
swinging like a skinned deer
maturing in the shed
(I will follow)
I'd rather crawl into the flames
that consume your remains
than live another minute
without your whispers
Anonymous
NO LONGER ME
reaching beyond the depths of my inner being
my arms are open to anyone who wants to share a hug
only to have the spirit with in me used and shattered
my soul is filled with unleashed passion upon the site of another's heart
longing for that heart to hug mine without a goodbye
struggling to be loved if even for a passing moment
my heart is filled with unshared desires
never yet to be touched or seen by another
wanting to be loved without fear of being crushed under
so many have turned a way with only silence spoken
my eyes filled with rain drops of sorrow
dripping thru my veins waiting to be cleansed upon their touch
I am now a person withdrawled from anyones reach
no longer a fool with a helping heart of tenderness
tortured by my own existence with loneliness
keep my soul hidden in the black depths of shadows
trapped by what lives behind the outer skin
aimlessly wondering around holding the heart I so shelter
July 20, 12
reaching beyond the depths of my inner being
my arms are open to anyone who wants to share a hug
only to have the spirit with in me used and shattered
my soul is filled with unleashed passion upon the site of another's heart
longing for that heart to hug mine without a goodbye
struggling to be loved if even for a passing moment
my heart is filled with unshared desires
never yet to be touched or seen by another
wanting to be loved without fear of being crushed under
so many have turned a way with only silence spoken
my eyes filled with rain drops of sorrow
dripping thru my veins waiting to be cleansed upon their touch
I am now a person withdrawled from anyones reach
no longer a fool with a helping heart of tenderness
tortured by my own existence with loneliness
keep my soul hidden in the black depths of shadows
trapped by what lives behind the outer skin
aimlessly wondering around holding the heart I so shelter
July 20, 12
Don't Die
It is not for me
To control your life.
I cannot tell you what to do
What to think
Or who to be.
All I can do I hope for you.
I can pray that you will turn to me
In your hour of need.
I can do so little,
and my words might not mean much.
But please,
just listen.
I'll try not to cry
If you promise to hear me.
Please, don't poison youself
with those disgusting things.
I won't lecture you about them
But it pains me to think
that you would take a single puff.
I cannot tell you what to do,
I cannot pretend that it's my job.
It's your choice
if you want to smoke those cigarettes,
do those drugs,
and get drunk every night.
But I hope you realize
That every time I think you are
Thousands of tears escape my closed eyes.
I know you wont stop,
I know you like it,
it makes you feel good doesn't it?
So all I can do
Is pray for you.
Pray, that I wont see you
on the front page of the paper
And have to know
that I could have tried harder.
Pray, that I wont go to your funeral
Before I graduate.
Pray, that my tears will show you
how scared I am for you.
If you only do one thing for me
In my entire life
Please let it be this;
Don't die.
It is not for me
To control your life.
I cannot tell you what to do
What to think
Or who to be.
All I can do I hope for you.
I can pray that you will turn to me
In your hour of need.
I can do so little,
and my words might not mean much.
But please,
just listen.
I'll try not to cry
If you promise to hear me.
Please, don't poison youself
with those disgusting things.
I won't lecture you about them
But it pains me to think
that you would take a single puff.
I cannot tell you what to do,
I cannot pretend that it's my job.
It's your choice
if you want to smoke those cigarettes,
do those drugs,
and get drunk every night.
But I hope you realize
That every time I think you are
Thousands of tears escape my closed eyes.
I know you wont stop,
I know you like it,
it makes you feel good doesn't it?
So all I can do
Is pray for you.
Pray, that I wont see you
on the front page of the paper
And have to know
that I could have tried harder.
Pray, that I wont go to your funeral
Before I graduate.
Pray, that my tears will show you
how scared I am for you.
If you only do one thing for me
In my entire life
Please let it be this;
Don't die.
