Poetry competition CLOSED 8th February 2017 2:44am
WINNER
Beautiful_Enigma
Beautiful_Enigma
RUNNER-UP:
NotQuite
Depression
Exhale
inhale
when did this start
this shadow kept following me
now it's clung to my back
i swear it's talking to me
exhale
inhale
smile and say hello
they don't need to know
it would just burden them
if they even care
exhale
inhale
why are you like this
you have everything
you don't have the right
to feel like this
exhale
inhale
why are you doing this
why are you even trying any more
there's no point to this
you know you don't matter
exhale
inhale
don't be so weak
you know this is the right thing to do
stop crying you have no excuse
do it do it do it do
exhale
inhale
why is this so hard
breathing never used to hurt before
throat is burning choking
i'm so tired
inhale
when did this start
this shadow kept following me
now it's clung to my back
i swear it's talking to me
exhale
inhale
smile and say hello
they don't need to know
it would just burden them
if they even care
exhale
inhale
why are you like this
you have everything
you don't have the right
to feel like this
exhale
inhale
why are you doing this
why are you even trying any more
there's no point to this
you know you don't matter
exhale
inhale
don't be so weak
you know this is the right thing to do
stop crying you have no excuse
do it do it do it do
exhale
inhale
why is this so hard
breathing never used to hurt before
throat is burning choking
i'm so tired
Letting Everything Take Over
What if I let the darkness take over and consume me?
Just for a moment the peace and quietness will take control
Over me. I can forget about my racing thoughts and I will see
That I am not that broken girl anymore. I will be whole
Again just for that frozen memory and time.
Every bit of sadness that washes over me stole
Every part of the happy girl I used to be. I cannot climb
To the top of the mountain anymore because I have lost
That battle. The demons have won. I feel every bit of grime
Stuck on me. It is like living in a nightmare and holocaust
Every day of my existence. I try to always follow
The crowd. I have been looked over and have been tossed
Away just because I always look happy. I am so hollow
And empty on the inside, but nobody ever wants to truly
See that. They cannot stand to see me wallow.
I get asked “Are you okay?” I have to answer them coolly
That I am perfectly okay when we both know that everything
Is not below the surface. I have no sense of my natural beauty.
What if I let the darkness take over and consume me?
Just for a moment the peace and quietness will take control
Over me. I can forget about my racing thoughts and I will see
That I am not that broken girl anymore. I will be whole
Again just for that frozen memory and time.
Every bit of sadness that washes over me stole
Every part of the happy girl I used to be. I cannot climb
To the top of the mountain anymore because I have lost
That battle. The demons have won. I feel every bit of grime
Stuck on me. It is like living in a nightmare and holocaust
Every day of my existence. I try to always follow
The crowd. I have been looked over and have been tossed
Away just because I always look happy. I am so hollow
And empty on the inside, but nobody ever wants to truly
See that. They cannot stand to see me wallow.
I get asked “Are you okay?” I have to answer them coolly
That I am perfectly okay when we both know that everything
Is not below the surface. I have no sense of my natural beauty.
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Poetry as Therapy for Anxiety and Depression
All art is therapy. Whether it be Poe’s Raven, or Van Gogh’s Starry Night, the troubled soul can be soothed by creating emotions in sound and form.
A fact made all the more obvious by the melancholy, or inspirational works of Michelangelo who was known for bouts of severe depression, punctuated by periods of jubilation, in a condition we call today; Bi-Polar. A more demonstrative example of how artistic expression sooths the beast can be found Louis Wain’s paintings of anthropomorphized large-eyed cats. His work has been studied by students of psychiatry for decades. His art was his way of escaping the torments of psychotic episodes and each piece is a visual testament to his recovery.
I believe art as therapy applies to both me and other poets here at DU. Many DU poems convey the internal trial and tribulations suffered by their authors’. Not only are such works a catharsis, but they often are testament that pain can be converted to joy on paper. Whether I'm dealing with health problems, battling depression, or just going bat-shit crazy, I find relief and comfort writing poetry.
Better to we poets express our emotions here, than while driving on the highway. If instead of prose, we vented while we drove, we poets would cause massive pile-ups on the freeway.
Poetry as Therapy for Anxiety and Depression
All art is therapy. Whether it be Poe’s Raven, or Van Gogh’s Starry Night, the troubled soul can be soothed by creating emotions in sound and form.
A fact made all the more obvious by the melancholy, or inspirational works of Michelangelo who was known for bouts of severe depression, punctuated by periods of jubilation, in a condition we call today; Bi-Polar. A more demonstrative example of how artistic expression sooths the beast can be found Louis Wain’s paintings of anthropomorphized large-eyed cats. His work has been studied by students of psychiatry for decades. His art was his way of escaping the torments of psychotic episodes and each piece is a visual testament to his recovery.
I believe art as therapy applies to both me and other poets here at DU. Many DU poems convey the internal trial and tribulations suffered by their authors’. Not only are such works a catharsis, but they often are testament that pain can be converted to joy on paper. Whether I'm dealing with health problems, battling depression, or just going bat-shit crazy, I find relief and comfort writing poetry.
Better to we poets express our emotions here, than while driving on the highway. If instead of prose, we vented while we drove, we poets would cause massive pile-ups on the freeway.
Beautiful Madness
Clouding Season looms across
floating particles of degeneracy,
Star - gazing closely,
breathtakingly static,
trembling rotting bath tubs
fragmenting earth-creates.
As earth wakes blighted dreams
molds beauty out of breathing decay.
"Silence a convincing story teller"
Dwelt within solitude
Loneliness announced my universal transformation,
arose from my sleeping slumber
which foresaw spiritually mutated snakes
giving birth inside my tortured premises.
I wrote droplets of angst
washed against the blood curdling curtains,
intoxicating windows burning,
intrinsically insulating inside my glowing heart.
My story drew manuscripts
across shredded glass pavements,
bare footed priest
bequeathing wedding vows
morphing into a moment of silence.
A long lasting relationship
built bridges of liquor outpouring obesity.
Hurtling Day Dreams
Sibilating star gazers
occupied my devil scorched ears
wanting a piece of my mind,
vitiating peace of mind.
Solitude peering hyenas
devouring witch doctors,
performing theoretical
medicinal dances,
upon my untrained
surfacing annihilation.
Weeping bellows timeless proverbs,
productive nature of destruction
occupies my head space,
spacing bodily function
into obscurity.
Mind discombobulating
soul recycled
heart quivers
"Diamonds came to strangle day"
Realization Kicks Within
I once stood boldest throughout adversity,
now standing,
wilting,
inside pale sectioned dreams.
Demons lurked beyond eye reach ,
sulfurous scorching chastity
shaking beneath my un-moistened feet,
diamonds strapped around
waistlines of time thickening bombs,
fire-fighting devastation
with dis-enthralled Sea Horses.
Wondering how I caved
into love as hell holes.
Wondered if tangibility
took diving lessons
down bus barren road sides.
"I am not alive in these light shades"
Through hyperfocal distancing hover crafts,
I captured lost searched galaxy
inside blacked out vases.
" I unloaded living embryos into the thickened fog".
Visions Of Past Lives
Bodies carving through
lilac stranded syringes
creating monotheistic shrines
smelling sandalwood incense,
vampire senses cultivate
hidden oracles
woven along embryo molested
washing lines.
I befriended Demons which
plagued my defaced skin,
knife-mares of critter
mangled love hearts,
once called a mentalist
now beauty en-captures madness.
Flowering season reimburses
maddening violet colored waves,
happiness arise,
bleakness cried.
Staring life canonized hell holes,
buried embodiment's of self,
life swept ravaged werewolves
from beyond my caged chanting grave .
(I whisked beautiful madness away)
floating particles of degeneracy,
Star - gazing closely,
breathtakingly static,
trembling rotting bath tubs
fragmenting earth-creates.
As earth wakes blighted dreams
molds beauty out of breathing decay.
"Silence a convincing story teller"
Dwelt within solitude
Loneliness announced my universal transformation,
arose from my sleeping slumber
which foresaw spiritually mutated snakes
giving birth inside my tortured premises.
I wrote droplets of angst
washed against the blood curdling curtains,
intoxicating windows burning,
intrinsically insulating inside my glowing heart.
My story drew manuscripts
across shredded glass pavements,
bare footed priest
bequeathing wedding vows
morphing into a moment of silence.
A long lasting relationship
built bridges of liquor outpouring obesity.
Hurtling Day Dreams
Sibilating star gazers
occupied my devil scorched ears
wanting a piece of my mind,
vitiating peace of mind.
Solitude peering hyenas
devouring witch doctors,
performing theoretical
medicinal dances,
upon my untrained
surfacing annihilation.
Weeping bellows timeless proverbs,
productive nature of destruction
occupies my head space,
spacing bodily function
into obscurity.
Mind discombobulating
soul recycled
heart quivers
"Diamonds came to strangle day"
Realization Kicks Within
I once stood boldest throughout adversity,
now standing,
wilting,
inside pale sectioned dreams.
Demons lurked beyond eye reach ,
sulfurous scorching chastity
shaking beneath my un-moistened feet,
diamonds strapped around
waistlines of time thickening bombs,
fire-fighting devastation
with dis-enthralled Sea Horses.
Wondering how I caved
into love as hell holes.
Wondered if tangibility
took diving lessons
down bus barren road sides.
"I am not alive in these light shades"
Through hyperfocal distancing hover crafts,
I captured lost searched galaxy
inside blacked out vases.
" I unloaded living embryos into the thickened fog".
Visions Of Past Lives
Bodies carving through
lilac stranded syringes
creating monotheistic shrines
smelling sandalwood incense,
vampire senses cultivate
hidden oracles
woven along embryo molested
washing lines.
I befriended Demons which
plagued my defaced skin,
knife-mares of critter
mangled love hearts,
once called a mentalist
now beauty en-captures madness.
Flowering season reimburses
maddening violet colored waves,
happiness arise,
bleakness cried.
Staring life canonized hell holes,
buried embodiment's of self,
life swept ravaged werewolves
from beyond my caged chanting grave .
(I whisked beautiful madness away)
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Walk in the park?
The rain fell hard.
Cold, soft kisses embraced me
while the impinging sound consumes my ears.
while listening to the rain
my thoughts drifted to you.
But you were so far gone,
I was stuck on the past.
With my head fallin' faster than the rain
I noticed my shirt was wet and heavy
and the weight of emotion
dragged me back to earth
The rain fell hard.
Cold, soft kisses embraced me
while the impinging sound consumes my ears.
while listening to the rain
my thoughts drifted to you.
But you were so far gone,
I was stuck on the past.
With my head fallin' faster than the rain
I noticed my shirt was wet and heavy
and the weight of emotion
dragged me back to earth
