Hap-penis in Melan's choly
artkytech
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Poetry Contest Description
ok now that Ive got your attention
Write something that transitions from dark to light....Start me in a dark place (physical, emotional, etc, any/or)...and then bring me to happiness. no need to include sexual anything, that is not the desired direction of the comp, but no need to keep it out either if it is what inspired your entry. What I am looking for is an inspirational means by which one may be pulled from a melancholic depression.
Enter as often as you would like.
You have two weeks.
Enter as often as you would like.
You have two weeks.
AlwaysCaliban
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Caliban
Dangerous Mind
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Melancholic depression is good for writing though.
artkytech
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Fire of Insight
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great first entry...it wont win.
AlwaysCaliban
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Pinky swear (old poem)
Reminiscing on my past
Feeling sorry for myself
Can't help it
It's just a burden I can't escape
One memory still brings it back
A good one too but hurts the same
I was talking to my brother from the other side of the door
He made me laugh
Mixed emotions hit quick
I felt odd
Frightened
Like I did something wrong
He sensed it
Put his fingers under the cracks for me to hold
Gave me a feeling like I finnaly had a person
It scared me
Being happy was just a fairytale to me
Only bad people lived in my reality
No king no queen
Just a drunken villain and his whores
Pinky promise he said
wiping my nose on my sleeve
I latched on to his chubby pinky
And pinky promised him
That we'd live happily ever after
(my hero, my brother)
Reminiscing on my past
Feeling sorry for myself
Can't help it
It's just a burden I can't escape
One memory still brings it back
A good one too but hurts the same
I was talking to my brother from the other side of the door
He made me laugh
Mixed emotions hit quick
I felt odd
Frightened
Like I did something wrong
He sensed it
Put his fingers under the cracks for me to hold
Gave me a feeling like I finnaly had a person
It scared me
Being happy was just a fairytale to me
Only bad people lived in my reality
No king no queen
Just a drunken villain and his whores
Pinky promise he said
wiping my nose on my sleeve
I latched on to his chubby pinky
And pinky promised him
That we'd live happily ever after
(my hero, my brother)
artkytech
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Fire of Insight
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Beautiful Gigi!
Jasmine05
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Firebird
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Running my hand across
the tattered page
a rush of bitter-sweet nostalgia
threatens to spill from my soul
in the form of a raindrop
onto the book i once adored
realization finally hit
the crown that lays on my head
is the cap i'm forced to wear
thirty hours a week
and the gown that sticks to my body
begins to fade just as
my dreams begin to drain
like the innocence
i poured down the drain
when i found peace in the bottle
that rest in my shaking left hand
reading the words out loud
i laugh to myself
until the sad conviction
of my own throaty noises
block out the depressing thoughts
of another day yet to come
when will my story begin?
when will my adventure come in?
swiping my hand across my lips
i wipe off the painted smile
and let the frown take over
(not the best but i tried)
Anonymous
A Welcomed Change
Green
spilling out
from
mounds
of white
The dew
is glistening
in the
morning light
Budding
blossoms
of color
begging
to unfold
The weather
slowly
changing
no longer
is it
to cold
Echoes
of children's
laughter
fill the
crisp air
Though
their noses
are still red
they endure
and enjoy
without a care
Mirrored lakes
are brooding
welcoming
the warmth
that is
tapping
on their icy covers
While
the boardwalks
are filling
with
the footsteps
of romantic lovers
The
ominous
sky
in its
ugly
shades
of gray
Is now
becoming
brighter
with
blues
and it
makes for
happier days
P.S.
dreary days bum me out and it always makes me happier to see the weather brighten up hope this is acceptable
Green
spilling out
from
mounds
of white
The dew
is glistening
in the
morning light
Budding
blossoms
of color
begging
to unfold
The weather
slowly
changing
no longer
is it
to cold
Echoes
of children's
laughter
fill the
crisp air
Though
their noses
are still red
they endure
and enjoy
without a care
Mirrored lakes
are brooding
welcoming
the warmth
that is
tapping
on their icy covers
While
the boardwalks
are filling
with
the footsteps
of romantic lovers
The
ominous
sky
in its
ugly
shades
of gray
Is now
becoming
brighter
with
blues
and it
makes for
happier days
P.S.
dreary days bum me out and it always makes me happier to see the weather brighten up hope this is acceptable
Bethy
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Bbbethy
Twisted Dreamer
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My Sun. Our Diamond
Earth...
She's bleeding
Thunder is rolling
and rain is falling
Earthquakes shake her
Break her to peices
But her core
Is still well kept together
By the gravity
of her Sun
Yet, she struggles
to bloom her flowers
Her skin... is dying
And the air around her
causes wind storms
of such Horrific events
But deep inside
Inside her core
Diamonds commence
Solidly formed
Growing. With warmth
Warmth from her heart
and the Glow of her Sun
Protected by iron
Impenetrable Amity
That loves her
until the end of the Galaxy
The Sun wishes
to hold her
But she will burn
he will be punished
When all he wants to do
Is
Love Her
And keep her from danger
From the evil
that wants to discpline her
The evil
that shuns her Sun
He is
Her Guidence
Her Guardian
He holds her Soul
The Fundamental key
He gives light
Makes her captivated!
Sheilds
THEIR
Diamond
That they made
with ALL of their Love
A Beautiful Diamond
Perfectly
Concieved.
Earth...
She's bleeding
Thunder is rolling
and rain is falling
Earthquakes shake her
Break her to peices
But her core
Is still well kept together
By the gravity
of her Sun
Yet, she struggles
to bloom her flowers
Her skin... is dying
And the air around her
causes wind storms
of such Horrific events
But deep inside
Inside her core
Diamonds commence
Solidly formed
Growing. With warmth
Warmth from her heart
and the Glow of her Sun
Protected by iron
Impenetrable Amity
That loves her
until the end of the Galaxy
The Sun wishes
to hold her
But she will burn
he will be punished
When all he wants to do
Is
Love Her
And keep her from danger
From the evil
that wants to discpline her
The evil
that shuns her Sun
He is
Her Guidence
Her Guardian
He holds her Soul
The Fundamental key
He gives light
Makes her captivated!
Sheilds
THEIR
Diamond
That they made
with ALL of their Love
A Beautiful Diamond
Perfectly
Concieved.
jaspersilence
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Fire of Insight
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REBIRTH
Stimulant infested
writhing fetal pose.
Spirit has abandoned
an empty shell alone.
Picking at my flesh
scratching off the bugs.
Crying with no tears.
They're soaked up by the drugs.
Through a misty window
dawn's first sliver ray.
Sent,I know,by God
lands gently on my face.
Just enough to warm me.
Returning me my soul.
Carries with it,a message,
I need not fear,it told.
I found myself that morning.
When God had found me first.
I watched through that very window
a man,and his rebirth.
Stimulant infested
writhing fetal pose.
Spirit has abandoned
an empty shell alone.
Picking at my flesh
scratching off the bugs.
Crying with no tears.
They're soaked up by the drugs.
Through a misty window
dawn's first sliver ray.
Sent,I know,by God
lands gently on my face.
Just enough to warm me.
Returning me my soul.
Carries with it,a message,
I need not fear,it told.
I found myself that morning.
When God had found me first.
I watched through that very window
a man,and his rebirth.
johnrot
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Tyrant of Words
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john cusack on lsd swagger
i fuck a fat bitch and just say i was blitzed/
fuck slitting my wrists/i cut myself in 2 at the hips/
bloody echo jeans size thirty six/mr. dirty dick/
somehow i always end up with the flirty chick/
2m i'll wake up about to be 36/
still doin the same dirty shit/
i'll be in your hard drive/
fucking up your spreadsheets/
in your daughter's bedroom bloodying up her bedsheets/
force feeding vegans red meat/
and hitting the pipe you said was beat/
sucking butane/and bumping wu tang/
i had nothing left to pierce so i got a fn tooth ring/
who came?/ who rang?
rot did/just in time/to break spines/with my canines/
i shut the mic off on your gay lines/
it's spray time/crack binge day nine/
goin to hell/hey fine/
sounds fun/but where's the weed i smell some/
i smoke more than willie nelson/
and got more posession charges than all the atlanta falcons/
hands covered in talcom/
i'm freaking out i need a xanax/help son/
wheeeew! i found one/
break me out of the haze/
to know there is no cheese at the end is the only way to work this maze/
the only way you see me coming is if i decide to start jerking for change/
i'm just jerking your chain/i just work the game/
with perverted ways/for pure profit and personal gain/
burst the gauge/
and burn some sage/
come home no worse for ware/i curse and stare/
start a fire right on your local church's stairs/
i'll even hurt your hair/
i'm from a place called nowhere/where there is no air/
wondering how the fuck i got here/
i'm just swatting at blonde hair/
thinking i don't gotta come up for air/
how do i come to care?
don't go runnin scared/
baby there is something here/
you don't feel it?/
don't be afraid of all the drug dealing/and stealing/
just don't be squealing/i'll be waiting for you in your apartment hovering on the cieling/
just kiddin/i'm just a big talker/
i'm not gonna die bitter like my father/
here's your happy ending/
a gift certificate to a massage parlor/
i fuck a fat bitch and just say i was blitzed/
fuck slitting my wrists/i cut myself in 2 at the hips/
bloody echo jeans size thirty six/mr. dirty dick/
somehow i always end up with the flirty chick/
2m i'll wake up about to be 36/
still doin the same dirty shit/
i'll be in your hard drive/
fucking up your spreadsheets/
in your daughter's bedroom bloodying up her bedsheets/
force feeding vegans red meat/
and hitting the pipe you said was beat/
sucking butane/and bumping wu tang/
i had nothing left to pierce so i got a fn tooth ring/
who came?/ who rang?
rot did/just in time/to break spines/with my canines/
i shut the mic off on your gay lines/
it's spray time/crack binge day nine/
goin to hell/hey fine/
sounds fun/but where's the weed i smell some/
i smoke more than willie nelson/
and got more posession charges than all the atlanta falcons/
hands covered in talcom/
i'm freaking out i need a xanax/help son/
wheeeew! i found one/
break me out of the haze/
to know there is no cheese at the end is the only way to work this maze/
the only way you see me coming is if i decide to start jerking for change/
i'm just jerking your chain/i just work the game/
with perverted ways/for pure profit and personal gain/
burst the gauge/
and burn some sage/
come home no worse for ware/i curse and stare/
start a fire right on your local church's stairs/
i'll even hurt your hair/
i'm from a place called nowhere/where there is no air/
wondering how the fuck i got here/
i'm just swatting at blonde hair/
thinking i don't gotta come up for air/
how do i come to care?
don't go runnin scared/
baby there is something here/
you don't feel it?/
don't be afraid of all the drug dealing/and stealing/
just don't be squealing/i'll be waiting for you in your apartment hovering on the cieling/
just kiddin/i'm just a big talker/
i'm not gonna die bitter like my father/
here's your happy ending/
a gift certificate to a massage parlor/
artkytech
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Fire of Insight
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Awesome entries guys!! keep em coming. remember to make me happy by the end of your poem! good work!... I want to feel the mood shift from dark to light...
DreamingMetrist
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Thought Provoker
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Broken
My brain is broken
so the psychiatrist says
bipolar-disorder
caused by building stress
I respect his knowledge
but I can't help but feel
slandered
this is not me
I swear it
this up and down
happy and sad shit
it's just confused emotions
tossed together
trying to fight their way for dominance
I know what caused my disease
but the solutions offered
are almost insulting
Since when have pills become the cure-all?
I can fix my own problems
all I need is to acknowledge them
and take it one step at a time
reminding myself that I am more than this
and then I'll be free
My brain is broken
so the psychiatrist says
bipolar-disorder
caused by building stress
I respect his knowledge
but I can't help but feel
slandered
this is not me
I swear it
this up and down
happy and sad shit
it's just confused emotions
tossed together
trying to fight their way for dominance
I know what caused my disease
but the solutions offered
are almost insulting
Since when have pills become the cure-all?
I can fix my own problems
all I need is to acknowledge them
and take it one step at a time
reminding myself that I am more than this
and then I'll be free
Anonymous
http://embodimentchronicle.files.wordpress.com/2012/01/melancholy-in-blue1.jpg
TRANSITIONS
My March Hare Melancholy
Is straining to be heard
It does not sing a song
It can only manage a dirge
The poles of depression
Have reached my shore
The grey sky is mottled with smog
Do not have the energy to walk the dog
Off to the Doctor, the one with pills
He will prescribe, cure my ills
Take them to the drugstore, where I hope
The pinks ones will enable me to cope
So here I am, Alice in Psychiatryland
Taking my concoctions with a bottle of water
You have to wait, the Physician said
As visions of nothing went through my head
Four weeks passed and I am still writing
Painting, crying, shouting, fighting
When will this accursed disease go away?
St. George had a tranquil dragon to slay
From past experience you wait for the Sun
To shine on you, as it does on everyone
One day G*D the Great Healer touches your head
The Sun is shining, Get out of bed!
TRANSITIONS
My March Hare Melancholy
Is straining to be heard
It does not sing a song
It can only manage a dirge
The poles of depression
Have reached my shore
The grey sky is mottled with smog
Do not have the energy to walk the dog
Off to the Doctor, the one with pills
He will prescribe, cure my ills
Take them to the drugstore, where I hope
The pinks ones will enable me to cope
So here I am, Alice in Psychiatryland
Taking my concoctions with a bottle of water
You have to wait, the Physician said
As visions of nothing went through my head
Four weeks passed and I am still writing
Painting, crying, shouting, fighting
When will this accursed disease go away?
St. George had a tranquil dragon to slay
From past experience you wait for the Sun
To shine on you, as it does on everyone
One day G*D the Great Healer touches your head
The Sun is shining, Get out of bed!