Poetry competition CLOSED 16th December 2016 7:08pm
WINNER
Abracadabra
Abracadabra
RUNNER-UP:
MichaelMorgue
Hangover
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Write about what it's like to have a hangover. I admit to having precious little experience with this, so entertain me.
2 entries maximum
new writes only
make me laugh!
My example:
She Insists
stepping out the back door
I turn my face up
toward the sun
breathing in the scent
of lilacs in the air
stupid sun…go away…
too damn bright today…
I bite my tongue
trying not to laugh
I know her pain
is self-inflicted
but she knows me so well
and over her shoulder
throws me The Look
mutter…mumble…
noisy freaking birds…
I grin silently
and again
over her shoulder
this time without turning
shut up…
I swear
I didn’t say a word
and protest
I could hear you thinking
I can no longer
smother the sound
go ahead
laugh…
alcohol sucks
I’ll never drink again
indeed, my child
so you always insist
~Willow~
new writes only
make me laugh!
My example:
She Insists
stepping out the back door
I turn my face up
toward the sun
breathing in the scent
of lilacs in the air
stupid sun…go away…
too damn bright today…
I bite my tongue
trying not to laugh
I know her pain
is self-inflicted
but she knows me so well
and over her shoulder
throws me The Look
mutter…mumble…
noisy freaking birds…
I grin silently
and again
over her shoulder
this time without turning
shut up…
I swear
I didn’t say a word
and protest
I could hear you thinking
I can no longer
smother the sound
go ahead
laugh…
alcohol sucks
I’ll never drink again
indeed, my child
so you always insist
~Willow~
Anonymous
Waking up in the sands
All around bright light shines
Punishing my crows feet lines
I'm in the desert nearly dead
As a neo-nazi stomps my head
Water is just what I need
Vessels in my nose slowly bleed
I'm in the desert once again
The ink has dried up in my pen
I crawl toward the edge of the shore
The waters wash the pain no more
All around bright light shines
Punishing my crows feet lines
I'm in the desert nearly dead
As a neo-nazi stomps my head
Water is just what I need
Vessels in my nose slowly bleed
I'm in the desert once again
The ink has dried up in my pen
I crawl toward the edge of the shore
The waters wash the pain no more
Hanging by the Heels
Is it morning
night
or afternoon?
My three best guesses
and they all feel wronger
than chipmunk cheese
sweating in a polecat stew
Don't speak
You sound like
a foghorn on heat
screeching and scratching
the top of your voice
fit to crack a skull in two
I couldn't say
exactly
where I've been--
three night's
of poor boy's poison
is more than any shit eating rat
could swallow in a single hoop
and still have memory
to chew
Just help me count my ears
then check my fingers
toes and teeth
I need to be sure
I'm alive
and more or less one piece
I used to keep it a secret
but when the last bottle's ass is empty
every skank and pill whore knows
there ain't a happy place left on earth
so it's better to just get home
Let me slump in this corner
unzip my mouth
and shut my eyes tighter
I'll leave my head to circle the sun
while the doors open and close
not a breath outside to bend a cactus
but they still slam a devil to a dozen
in the desert between my ears
Have you seen my clothes?
I don't remember
no gutter rolling contest
but it feels like I must've won
Mister Raggedy
finger nails gone AWOL
backs of both hands down
And are you sure it was me
took a piss in the wardrobe
Was that before the cat ran off
and those pictures fell and broke?
God knows my guts are twisting to puke
Better clear me a path now
I'll be ready any time soon
to shit out this hangover, dude
Is it morning
night
or afternoon?
My three best guesses
and they all feel wronger
than chipmunk cheese
sweating in a polecat stew
Don't speak
You sound like
a foghorn on heat
screeching and scratching
the top of your voice
fit to crack a skull in two
I couldn't say
exactly
where I've been--
three night's
of poor boy's poison
is more than any shit eating rat
could swallow in a single hoop
and still have memory
to chew
Just help me count my ears
then check my fingers
toes and teeth
I need to be sure
I'm alive
and more or less one piece
I used to keep it a secret
but when the last bottle's ass is empty
every skank and pill whore knows
there ain't a happy place left on earth
so it's better to just get home
Let me slump in this corner
unzip my mouth
and shut my eyes tighter
I'll leave my head to circle the sun
while the doors open and close
not a breath outside to bend a cactus
but they still slam a devil to a dozen
in the desert between my ears
Have you seen my clothes?
I don't remember
no gutter rolling contest
but it feels like I must've won
Mister Raggedy
finger nails gone AWOL
backs of both hands down
And are you sure it was me
took a piss in the wardrobe
Was that before the cat ran off
and those pictures fell and broke?
God knows my guts are twisting to puke
Better clear me a path now
I'll be ready any time soon
to shit out this hangover, dude
Anonymous
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Anonymous
Thank you for joining the party, insane_asylum! Great read! :)
Anonymous
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All that Glitters
She swills in dark ..
heart leaks the night into pounding morning head…
another day she walks the dead…
another sun exhausted by 10, tiresome lonely staring down her demons mocking..
Her only invited friends..
though cruel friends they are embraced …
by her martyrdom and self loathing costly, costly ways…
her expensive tastes forfeited as slave to the high..
or rather the chase…
rot gut replaced fine wine when
high escaped from her red knuckled grip that was once just an embrace..
out the bathroom window without so much as a wave..
Fuck You Cunt! he hollered…
while she lay face down in a Demon Friend's cold empty lap ..
faded to black mid jiz swallow surrounded by a dozen or so of her little blue precious gems…
benzodiamonds…
they do glitter in her red laced R.E.M…
Written by calamitygin (Jennifer Michael McCurry)
She swills in dark ..
heart leaks the night into pounding morning head…
another day she walks the dead…
another sun exhausted by 10, tiresome lonely staring down her demons mocking..
Her only invited friends..
though cruel friends they are embraced …
by her martyrdom and self loathing costly, costly ways…
her expensive tastes forfeited as slave to the high..
or rather the chase…
rot gut replaced fine wine when
high escaped from her red knuckled grip that was once just an embrace..
out the bathroom window without so much as a wave..
Fuck You Cunt! he hollered…
while she lay face down in a Demon Friend's cold empty lap ..
faded to black mid jiz swallow surrounded by a dozen or so of her little blue precious gems…
benzodiamonds…
they do glitter in her red laced R.E.M…
Written by calamitygin (Jennifer Michael McCurry)
Morning after Syndrome
We stayed true to 80 proof
but now my aches could split the roof
don't look directly at the light
or feel your eyes get vaporized
stomach turning all around
hands and knees we hug the ground
we wish we hadn't drank so much
but know full well we're dumb enough
to take a shot in mornings light
to make it through work and last til tonight
coffee brewed by shaking hands
to sooth the poison of our own hands
laughing hurts, blinking sucks
for the next 12 hours, our lives are fucked
We stayed true to 80 proof
but now my aches could split the roof
don't look directly at the light
or feel your eyes get vaporized
stomach turning all around
hands and knees we hug the ground
we wish we hadn't drank so much
but know full well we're dumb enough
to take a shot in mornings light
to make it through work and last til tonight
coffee brewed by shaking hands
to sooth the poison of our own hands
laughing hurts, blinking sucks
for the next 12 hours, our lives are fucked
