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Poetry competition CLOSED 9th August 2017 1:47am
WINNER
anonymouslyhere (Pariah Shadow)
anonymouslyhere (Pariah Shadow)
Sun Rise or Sun Set
State of Mind
I rise before the clock tries to wake me up,
With brightening lightning speed I get dressed,
Put on my sneakers and go for a run,
And watch the sun come up over the mountains.
With every beat of the drum in my ear,
I can hear my breath syncopating,
Imitating the rhythm and step in my stride,
As my heart tries to keep up with the music.
I almost feel unbeatable, it quite unbelievable,
When those mornings I get that runners high,
Watching the rays of sun light, warming my face,
In a lonely race I try to improve every time.
And by the eighth mile I smile, it’ll be a good day,
Every muscle in my body is relaxed, I’m on track,
The older I get the better my state of mind becomes,
The sun welcomes me, inviting me to have a brighter day.
…Now that I’ve mentally prepared myself,
I can finally get out of bed, and go for a run.
I rise before the clock tries to wake me up,
With brightening lightning speed I get dressed,
Put on my sneakers and go for a run,
And watch the sun come up over the mountains.
With every beat of the drum in my ear,
I can hear my breath syncopating,
Imitating the rhythm and step in my stride,
As my heart tries to keep up with the music.
I almost feel unbeatable, it quite unbelievable,
When those mornings I get that runners high,
Watching the rays of sun light, warming my face,
In a lonely race I try to improve every time.
And by the eighth mile I smile, it’ll be a good day,
Every muscle in my body is relaxed, I’m on track,
The older I get the better my state of mind becomes,
The sun welcomes me, inviting me to have a brighter day.
…Now that I’ve mentally prepared myself,
I can finally get out of bed, and go for a run.
Rage against the dyling of the light
The Sun may set
but my ire rises
as I rage against the dying of the light.
The Sun sets,
but I rise.
Only after the day is done
when normal people sleep
resting after a honest
or dishonest
days work,
is when my mind grinds into gear.
The tectonic plates
with iceberg ponderousness
finally align to make me mortal.
Darkness descends
but my mind rises,
free from distractions
painting mental pictures in the dark.
Dreams and desires
spouting forth their visions
in screaming impotent defiance
to a day unseized
and the coming emptiness.
I fall asleep in desperation
as the Sun rises
and the confounded cycle begins again;
to when Ra sets and it all resets.
The Sun may set
but my ire rises
as I rage against the dying of the light.
The Sun sets,
but I rise.
Only after the day is done
when normal people sleep
resting after a honest
or dishonest
days work,
is when my mind grinds into gear.
The tectonic plates
with iceberg ponderousness
finally align to make me mortal.
Darkness descends
but my mind rises,
free from distractions
painting mental pictures in the dark.
Dreams and desires
spouting forth their visions
in screaming impotent defiance
to a day unseized
and the coming emptiness.
I fall asleep in desperation
as the Sun rises
and the confounded cycle begins again;
to when Ra sets and it all resets.
My Sunset
Sparkles of sunlight through the gauzy curtain
The bright evening sun in its dying splendour
Creeps ever so slowly to drown
In the ocean with intense adour
Here on this bed I lay,
watching the pretty nature play
Entertaining me in its little way
As I recline in dolorous decay
My face pale, my eyes deep
Are no more as pretty as before
Nor infernally appealing
They do not beg for a fix
Nor fallen angel's lurid desire
Not yet the exquisite feeling
Of needed love, of penetration
be it needle, or an erection
I need a termination
I am so tired, so exhausted
I wish I could just go, sleep
the eternal slumber, so deep
that I may never again creep
In an existence so meaningless
to everyone including me
I am nothing, I am less
than the lint in a clown's dress
Or the moisture of a monkey's spit
Oh yes, but I once loved
and was loved in return
I basked in the adulation
of all my men and women friend
I recieved pleasure on every
end, was touched through all
my bodily orifice
I knew, I took, I gave, I wallow
In pleasure pricked and pricked and more
I was John, I was Joan, I was Johan
I was man, I was woman, I was everyone
Pleasure and desire, wants and needs
I took them all, I drank ate inhaled
Until the day I fell, pretty boy
My wings furled could not unfurl
I fell on the ground, broken
shadows of what was around me
Reflections of beauty gone
And thus, I embarked on the journey
that led me to this lonely bed
facing the last sun rays of a blazing orb
Setting in the horizon, the ocean
I was blazing in my beauty once
I made love to prince and prncesses
Was loved by mighty men
and mightier women
But here now I lay
Lovers gone and lovers fade
You who touched me once with your love
You who held me once and professed
togetherness for ever to the end
You shun me now, the ugly AIDs
sufferer, a pariah, outcast, society's ghost
Thread softly now my lovelies,
for my path to this bed
may well be yours someday
The bright evening sun in its dying splendour
Creeps ever so slowly to drown
In the ocean with intense adour
Here on this bed I lay,
watching the pretty nature play
Entertaining me in its little way
As I recline in dolorous decay
My face pale, my eyes deep
Are no more as pretty as before
Nor infernally appealing
They do not beg for a fix
Nor fallen angel's lurid desire
Not yet the exquisite feeling
Of needed love, of penetration
be it needle, or an erection
I need a termination
I am so tired, so exhausted
I wish I could just go, sleep
the eternal slumber, so deep
that I may never again creep
In an existence so meaningless
to everyone including me
I am nothing, I am less
than the lint in a clown's dress
Or the moisture of a monkey's spit
Oh yes, but I once loved
and was loved in return
I basked in the adulation
of all my men and women friend
I recieved pleasure on every
end, was touched through all
my bodily orifice
I knew, I took, I gave, I wallow
In pleasure pricked and pricked and more
I was John, I was Joan, I was Johan
I was man, I was woman, I was everyone
Pleasure and desire, wants and needs
I took them all, I drank ate inhaled
Until the day I fell, pretty boy
My wings furled could not unfurl
I fell on the ground, broken
shadows of what was around me
Reflections of beauty gone
And thus, I embarked on the journey
that led me to this lonely bed
facing the last sun rays of a blazing orb
Setting in the horizon, the ocean
I was blazing in my beauty once
I made love to prince and prncesses
Was loved by mighty men
and mightier women
But here now I lay
Lovers gone and lovers fade
You who touched me once with your love
You who held me once and professed
togetherness for ever to the end
You shun me now, the ugly AIDs
sufferer, a pariah, outcast, society's ghost
Thread softly now my lovelies,
for my path to this bed
may well be yours someday
Written by Grace
(IDryad)
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Creature of Nocturnal Existence
I fade into the darkness
It swallows me whole
I sit with stars
As the light fades
The moon illuminates
My emotions awake
While most repose
I play with shadows
In the shade of night
With only the moonlight
I, the pariah am nocturnal
I play in the peaceful eternal
Dreams escape in the dark
Soon, soon the sun arise
I watch my dark skies go
I must now close my eyes.
I fade into the darkness
It swallows me whole
I sit with stars
As the light fades
The moon illuminates
My emotions awake
While most repose
I play with shadows
In the shade of night
With only the moonlight
I, the pariah am nocturnal
I play in the peaceful eternal
Dreams escape in the dark
Soon, soon the sun arise
I watch my dark skies go
I must now close my eyes.
a sun and a flower
the dawn flirts
through the green shrubs
over the new petals
languishing in blush
and she searched for him
till she met his gaze
shining brightly
through the clouds
she turned her head towards him
flaunting her gorgeousness
to the butterflies
and the bees
Written by dejure
(vick)
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Curtain Call
I was born a sunset, swallowed whole
blinking gold and dripped into darkest known oceans.
Rose, as a long stem supporting bloom,
I've known no other color, the wishing tides
reflect.
Rare reds strike through the open blue
as fragrant dreams waft, gild passing clouds.
They are every imaginative scene, waiting to be.
As I stare, my eyes blind and mouth agape,
they silhouette, turning black and back towards my
sole and constant shadow.
Were I the sunrise, that single solitary star, hope would know my name.
Not given away, swallowed by the hour of energy rendered useless.
The solar storms flare, their last spark along the horizon line,
pleas of vibrancy and warmth.
I was born a sunset, swallowed whole
blinking gold and dripped into darkest known oceans.
Rose, as a long stem supporting bloom,
I've known no other color, the wishing tides
reflect.
Rare reds strike through the open blue
as fragrant dreams waft, gild passing clouds.
They are every imaginative scene, waiting to be.
As I stare, my eyes blind and mouth agape,
they silhouette, turning black and back towards my
sole and constant shadow.
Were I the sunrise, that single solitary star, hope would know my name.
Not given away, swallowed by the hour of energy rendered useless.
The solar storms flare, their last spark along the horizon line,
pleas of vibrancy and warmth.
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