Poetry competition CLOSED 21st March 2017 9:19am
WINNER
AmorLoco
AmorLoco
RUNNERS-UP:
Jade-Pandora
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Coming Clean
Poetry Contest Description
With your words paint a picture in abstract of the single most personal piece of information about yourself.
Write something that you have never told anyone either out of fear or embaresment. Let this be an exercise of letting go and coming Clean.
I Am Normal... [ Competiton Poem]
Growing up an outcast as I wasn't like the other kids,
They would laugh at me and tease me for being different.
Though at the time I didn't understand why they were picking on me,
I kept to my myself and was never a trouble maker however I seemed to have the quickest temper.
I fought to defend myself from those who thought it was funny to call me a freak and weirdo just because of the many things they could find wrong with me.
Like I wasn't social no matter how hard I tried I couldn't hang with anyone because I was too shy, but they thought it was weird that I acted that way.
My family didn't understand me nor did those my age understand me,
I was struggling with a inner war I had no idea how to win.
People around me who didn't know me acted like it was a sin to be this way.
They'd stare at me and make up things about me making me feel guilty for something I couldn't control.
I was born this way,
I couldn't undo what God had planned for me.
I felt unloved and defective,
Alone and lost.
I didn't feel wanted nor did I feel like I was needed.
Couldn't figure out my purpose in life if I wasn't like everyone else so I stopped trying to be happy and stayed angry because society only saw me on the spectrum as someone who acted crazy.
But as I slowly progressed and realized my talents I go day by day living my life as if I'm sticking up a big middle finger at anyone who dares to judge me.
I'm not your charity case,
I'm not your basket case,
I'm not some poor unfortunate soul,
I'm just like every other individual on this planet.
I'm just me.
I am normal...
They would laugh at me and tease me for being different.
Though at the time I didn't understand why they were picking on me,
I kept to my myself and was never a trouble maker however I seemed to have the quickest temper.
I fought to defend myself from those who thought it was funny to call me a freak and weirdo just because of the many things they could find wrong with me.
Like I wasn't social no matter how hard I tried I couldn't hang with anyone because I was too shy, but they thought it was weird that I acted that way.
My family didn't understand me nor did those my age understand me,
I was struggling with a inner war I had no idea how to win.
People around me who didn't know me acted like it was a sin to be this way.
They'd stare at me and make up things about me making me feel guilty for something I couldn't control.
I was born this way,
I couldn't undo what God had planned for me.
I felt unloved and defective,
Alone and lost.
I didn't feel wanted nor did I feel like I was needed.
Couldn't figure out my purpose in life if I wasn't like everyone else so I stopped trying to be happy and stayed angry because society only saw me on the spectrum as someone who acted crazy.
But as I slowly progressed and realized my talents I go day by day living my life as if I'm sticking up a big middle finger at anyone who dares to judge me.
I'm not your charity case,
I'm not your basket case,
I'm not some poor unfortunate soul,
I'm just like every other individual on this planet.
I'm just me.
I am normal...
Written by MsRockyJackson
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( this poem was about my struggle with Autism/Aspergers I didnt tell anyone about my condition so it was basically a coming out poem)
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Journal or Little Black Book?
My journal stay wrapped in my arms to hide the tribulations from those who would surely make me a mockery.
It held the voices of the men who became my hauntings, the ones that got close as close can get. That list seemed to be my only accomplishment, the only thing that seemed to grow and grow, yet nobody knew the secrets of my sex life that were scrawled in ruffled pages in a journal of little black secrets I held close to my chest for all to wonder what it was I'd write.
My journal stay wrapped in my arms to hide the tribulations from those who would surely make me a mockery.
It held the voices of the men who became my hauntings, the ones that got close as close can get. That list seemed to be my only accomplishment, the only thing that seemed to grow and grow, yet nobody knew the secrets of my sex life that were scrawled in ruffled pages in a journal of little black secrets I held close to my chest for all to wonder what it was I'd write.
This poem is about realizing that i am unhappy in my marriage. All of the things I wish I could say to my husband but can't. On the surface, everyone thinks we are perfect.. But this is the blunt truth, what is lurking below...
Dear Husband,
It’s almost been ten years since we said “I do”
Would I have said those words if I knew
That ten years later it would be like this
Sleeping in separate beds without a good night kiss
We rarely ever really talk, besides the usual “how was your day?”
Unless it is about our kids, I don’t have much to say
We never go out for a date, some time for you and me
You would rather sit up in your room, playing games or watching TV
Do you remember all the little things that I used to do?
The cute notes in your lunch that I would pack for you
The sweet text messages out of the blue
Or the obscure little thoughtful gifts that made me think of you
Do you remember when I used to get dressed up in my sexy lingerie?
Last time I did that, it took at least 5 minutes for you to look my way
You bring home a bottle of wine, it’s code for I want you drunk and horny
So we can have sex without fucking
I know my blow jobs are awesome
But your fingers do not make me start cumming
Our sex life is boring, it feels like a chore
This isn’t what I wanted, I need more
I want to do things for my husband,
To make him feel like he is living in heaven
To make him feel special, and honored to have me at his side
To make me feel all these things too, and hppy to be his wife
I want to have intellectual conversations, topics that will make me think
I want to voice my opinion and not be laughed at when I speak
You think it is funny when I have an opinion about something I saw on the news
You question why I care and don’t give a shit about my views
I want to be a dirty freak, wild and crazy in bed
I try to tell you what I want but you chose monotony instead
The more I look back, I can see it was never there
I didn’t think it mattered, I didn’t really care
You were a safe choice, I thought being content would be enough
You could always make me laugh
I knew you would be a great dad to our kids
I thought that is what mattered, not all this ‘silly stuff’
But now, I have given up trying, I see now that you never were and never can be
The man I want and need that can make me happy
Have you even noticed that lately I have been coming back to life?
Fuck, look at me. My words are all starting to rhyme
I am sure you can guess why that is
But don’t worry, right now the happiness that matters belongs to our kids
For them I will smile and wipe away my tears
I can wallow in my misery for just a few more years
Because I have a secret that sees me and hears me and allows me to be
A secret that is making me really and truly happy
Sincerely,
Wife
Dear Husband,
It’s almost been ten years since we said “I do”
Would I have said those words if I knew
That ten years later it would be like this
Sleeping in separate beds without a good night kiss
We rarely ever really talk, besides the usual “how was your day?”
Unless it is about our kids, I don’t have much to say
We never go out for a date, some time for you and me
You would rather sit up in your room, playing games or watching TV
Do you remember all the little things that I used to do?
The cute notes in your lunch that I would pack for you
The sweet text messages out of the blue
Or the obscure little thoughtful gifts that made me think of you
Do you remember when I used to get dressed up in my sexy lingerie?
Last time I did that, it took at least 5 minutes for you to look my way
You bring home a bottle of wine, it’s code for I want you drunk and horny
So we can have sex without fucking
I know my blow jobs are awesome
But your fingers do not make me start cumming
Our sex life is boring, it feels like a chore
This isn’t what I wanted, I need more
I want to do things for my husband,
To make him feel like he is living in heaven
To make him feel special, and honored to have me at his side
To make me feel all these things too, and hppy to be his wife
I want to have intellectual conversations, topics that will make me think
I want to voice my opinion and not be laughed at when I speak
You think it is funny when I have an opinion about something I saw on the news
You question why I care and don’t give a shit about my views
I want to be a dirty freak, wild and crazy in bed
I try to tell you what I want but you chose monotony instead
The more I look back, I can see it was never there
I didn’t think it mattered, I didn’t really care
You were a safe choice, I thought being content would be enough
You could always make me laugh
I knew you would be a great dad to our kids
I thought that is what mattered, not all this ‘silly stuff’
But now, I have given up trying, I see now that you never were and never can be
The man I want and need that can make me happy
Have you even noticed that lately I have been coming back to life?
Fuck, look at me. My words are all starting to rhyme
I am sure you can guess why that is
But don’t worry, right now the happiness that matters belongs to our kids
For them I will smile and wipe away my tears
I can wallow in my misery for just a few more years
Because I have a secret that sees me and hears me and allows me to be
A secret that is making me really and truly happy
Sincerely,
Wife
Stronger...
My anxious state of mind the child hood memories that I choose to leave behind.The slow walk up to my front door.Wondering if after school you would be in a good mood and I wouldn't endure anymore.The way I was treated I have never let it dim my fire.In fact it made me a stronger person it has made me reach higher and higher.I will never again wish my life away.Life is so precious you can't just end it or walk away.A parent should protect their babies forever and should always try to sheild them from pain.They should never ever be horrible or watch them crumble and see them lying on the floor in vain 🌈👌
My anxious state of mind the child hood memories that I choose to leave behind.The slow walk up to my front door.Wondering if after school you would be in a good mood and I wouldn't endure anymore.The way I was treated I have never let it dim my fire.In fact it made me a stronger person it has made me reach higher and higher.I will never again wish my life away.Life is so precious you can't just end it or walk away.A parent should protect their babies forever and should always try to sheild them from pain.They should never ever be horrible or watch them crumble and see them lying on the floor in vain 🌈👌
Alone anyway
See the tree standing in the forest
Next to others tall and strongest
In few days they are gone, dead
But this one still there stands
Now not in the forest but in the field
There are no others to be it's shield
See the bird's cuddling with the one
But when they see food tenderness is gone
No longer they will care of one another
Doesn't matter if it's a father/mother
See river flows so big and fast
Has lots of branches, had in past
But few were separated to get dry forever
Yet river's flowing whatsoever
When you are dead the world will live
Those standing on your grave will leave
To go and do what needed to be done
No one will know...Are you there? Gone?
And when you still live what about those
Promised without you to become a ghost,
Promised to die without you as air
Live happily. What an amazing repair!
So no need to mask your purposes with pain
Everything, everyone are alone anyway
Next to others tall and strongest
In few days they are gone, dead
But this one still there stands
Now not in the forest but in the field
There are no others to be it's shield
See the bird's cuddling with the one
But when they see food tenderness is gone
No longer they will care of one another
Doesn't matter if it's a father/mother
See river flows so big and fast
Has lots of branches, had in past
But few were separated to get dry forever
Yet river's flowing whatsoever
When you are dead the world will live
Those standing on your grave will leave
To go and do what needed to be done
No one will know...Are you there? Gone?
And when you still live what about those
Promised without you to become a ghost,
Promised to die without you as air
Live happily. What an amazing repair!
So no need to mask your purposes with pain
Everything, everyone are alone anyway
Written by LanaW
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CUT🔪
At ten years old or probably age twelve,
I started drawing on myself with blades,
To watch intently as I'd break the skin
To lick my lips as beads of rubies fell.
But cutting fascinated me no end;
I didn't even need my mother's kiss
When she would tell me it would make it well,
And then I'd go outside to ride my bike.
It never crossed my mind the reasons why,
Though none of it to do with death by snuff.
I loved my family, did I love myself?
I didn't want to die, I was too young.
But cutting fascinated me no end;
Though I did not know then it had a name,
Or even if my father was to blame
Because it was his razor blades I used.
I knew I had to hide when I would cut,
Not 'cause I thought it wrong or even bad.
I loved the way it felt across my arms
And didn't want to share with anyone.
But cutting fascinated me no end;
And when I'd try to stop it called to me.
I'd also sneak the sheers to cut my hair
In places where the deed would never show.
Then came the day my mom walked in on me,
The shower curtain on the floor in bits,
Dad's toenail clippers clasped in my left hand.
She asked me "Why?", I answered "I don't know."
But cutting fascinated me no end;
I have the scars where once six freckles were,
As I attempted plastic surgery
With double-edge and sewing thread on me.
"Am I not pretty now?", the tomboy asks,
With lovely eyebrows shaven to the quick.
Her image of myself reflecting back
From mirror of spattered rubies on the glass.
Folded Within
secrets they peep out
most time I wish
they could be poked out
and I could come clean
secrets folded within
the creases of my heart
keeping them close
for others could be hurt
how many times
have I looked and pondered
should I come clean
or should I keep it within
I wish to be washed off
all these secrets...one of many
I stayed alive because I lied
to myself that you loved me
and that I will sing the *hallelujah
being loved a *thousand kisses deep*
*dancing to the end of love
Now that I said it...and I am done.
*the one with the * are borrowed from L.Cohen*
secrets they peep out
most time I wish
they could be poked out
and I could come clean
secrets folded within
the creases of my heart
keeping them close
for others could be hurt
how many times
have I looked and pondered
should I come clean
or should I keep it within
I wish to be washed off
all these secrets...one of many
I stayed alive because I lied
to myself that you loved me
and that I will sing the *hallelujah
being loved a *thousand kisses deep*
*dancing to the end of love
Now that I said it...and I am done.
*the one with the * are borrowed from L.Cohen*
