Poetry competition CLOSED 4th November 2017 5:40am
WINNER
HadesRising
HadesRising
RUNNER-UP:
Poetryman
Sweet Death, One Drop at a Time
Ode of an Aging Oak
My dry leaves turn color
And drop one by one
My branches wither
Crack, snap and break
My bark grows rough
Peels and breaks
But do not feel for me
Because I know when
I come to my last
Finale Winter’s end
When Spring comes
My roots will sprout
And I'll be another tree
Completely remade again
My dry leaves turn color
And drop one by one
My branches wither
Crack, snap and break
My bark grows rough
Peels and breaks
But do not feel for me
Because I know when
I come to my last
Finale Winter’s end
When Spring comes
My roots will sprout
And I'll be another tree
Completely remade again
David_Macleod said:My Condition
Omgosh dear David, I had no idea, and yet I thank you so much for entering your contribution to this very misunderstood subject. To be put through what diabetes does to one, that's the worst. But to have adults & their children point & laugh at you. Who on earth raised them and never taught any manners & empathy... that's horrible. But please know that there are many who would never dream of pushing any such treatment upon someone who needs a bit of kindness. And one more thing, I just noticed you are now one of our Mods, and when did this happen? (I've been in & out of hospitals & facilities since mid-summer) May I take this space here & this opportunity to congratulate you on the position of Guardian...
--my respect,
Jade
Omgosh dear David, I had no idea, and yet I thank you so much for entering your contribution to this very misunderstood subject. To be put through what diabetes does to one, that's the worst. But to have adults & their children point & laugh at you. Who on earth raised them and never taught any manners & empathy... that's horrible. But please know that there are many who would never dream of pushing any such treatment upon someone who needs a bit of kindness. And one more thing, I just noticed you are now one of our Mods, and when did this happen? (I've been in & out of hospitals & facilities since mid-summer) May I take this space here & this opportunity to congratulate you on the position of Guardian...
--my respect,
Jade
DevlinDLC said:
Dear Devlin, I'm honored that you have come to join in on such a horrific subject, and made even worse when one's child has been overtaken in her youth. After all, youth is when we all feel immortal (I know I did), and think we can do anything forever. That we aren't included in such a twisted story as if from a book of shadows like none other created. Thank you for sharing this trial that I'll never find the right words to let you feel that being your daughter's mother will always be enough.
~~my prayers & hugs to you both~~ Jade
Dear Devlin, I'm honored that you have come to join in on such a horrific subject, and made even worse when one's child has been overtaken in her youth. After all, youth is when we all feel immortal (I know I did), and think we can do anything forever. That we aren't included in such a twisted story as if from a book of shadows like none other created. Thank you for sharing this trial that I'll never find the right words to let you feel that being your daughter's mother will always be enough.
~~my prayers & hugs to you both~~ Jade
snugglebuck said:Ode of an Aging Oak
Thank you, snuggle, for your contribution to my humble competition. The way you approach the issue of diabetes reminds me that many of us having passed on before others still in the throes of its razor jaws. almost like a devil who every minute thinks of how to collect all the souls possible, would do much worse than to reincarnate as a tree. They are our distant cousins, and I'm a tree-hugger since my earliest memories. Perhaps if enough of us become new trees, maybe one day diabetes will no longer find enough hosts to manifest its pure evil from. ~~Jade
Thank you, snuggle, for your contribution to my humble competition. The way you approach the issue of diabetes reminds me that many of us having passed on before others still in the throes of its razor jaws. almost like a devil who every minute thinks of how to collect all the souls possible, would do much worse than to reincarnate as a tree. They are our distant cousins, and I'm a tree-hugger since my earliest memories. Perhaps if enough of us become new trees, maybe one day diabetes will no longer find enough hosts to manifest its pure evil from. ~~Jade
"Recidivism"
This crime I repeat against an old man's breathing corpse
Injecting the serum in crystal fragments of bitter sweet pleasure
I cannot resist her temptations as I walk down the isle of despair
Where she sits, awaiting my next relapse exposed in drops of blood
One Touch is all it takes to reveal my weakness has beaten me
and the count has climbed over 400 for the fourth time in five days
The medication is not working or perhaps it was the carrot cake
or maybe it was the pumpkin pie that sent me so frightfully high
Higher than any amphetamine manufactured in a crystal meth lab
Though my addiction is slowly killing me as slowly as it surely can
Already it has caused a stroke that nearly blinded my dying eyes
Left my left side half paralyzed and my occipital lobe collapsing in a black hole
While the neuropathy in my feet creates more pain than it's numbing cold
Kidney disease is creeping in like the shadow from the moon's eclipse
Yet in spite of this I still can't resist the sweet lips of a Hershey Kiss
The refreshing flavor of Mountain Dew at the break of dawn has broken me
As diabetes of my own doing is the monster that has knocked me to my knees
(jj)
This crime I repeat against an old man's breathing corpse
Injecting the serum in crystal fragments of bitter sweet pleasure
I cannot resist her temptations as I walk down the isle of despair
Where she sits, awaiting my next relapse exposed in drops of blood
One Touch is all it takes to reveal my weakness has beaten me
and the count has climbed over 400 for the fourth time in five days
The medication is not working or perhaps it was the carrot cake
or maybe it was the pumpkin pie that sent me so frightfully high
Higher than any amphetamine manufactured in a crystal meth lab
Though my addiction is slowly killing me as slowly as it surely can
Already it has caused a stroke that nearly blinded my dying eyes
Left my left side half paralyzed and my occipital lobe collapsing in a black hole
While the neuropathy in my feet creates more pain than it's numbing cold
Kidney disease is creeping in like the shadow from the moon's eclipse
Yet in spite of this I still can't resist the sweet lips of a Hershey Kiss
The refreshing flavor of Mountain Dew at the break of dawn has broken me
As diabetes of my own doing is the monster that has knocked me to my knees
(jj)
Poetryman said:"Recidivism"
Oh my friend Joe... I understand the depths this takes so many of us as diabetics. Everything that your entry utters tells those who know well & those who are currently merely type 2 curious, By the way, perhaps during our next conversation we can talk about why the insulin you take isn't controlling your numbers more (over 400 in five days you wrote?) because it took me a long time till only this year when I was in and out of hospitals & facilities that I was doing most of the regimen wrong! Maybe I can help by explaining what it is I do differently now. It makes a difference, and I'm able to control my numbers, not perfectly, but I've improved. And thank you for coming in with your contribution. ~~Jade
Oh my friend Joe... I understand the depths this takes so many of us as diabetics. Everything that your entry utters tells those who know well & those who are currently merely type 2 curious, By the way, perhaps during our next conversation we can talk about why the insulin you take isn't controlling your numbers more (over 400 in five days you wrote?) because it took me a long time till only this year when I was in and out of hospitals & facilities that I was doing most of the regimen wrong! Maybe I can help by explaining what it is I do differently now. It makes a difference, and I'm able to control my numbers, not perfectly, but I've improved. And thank you for coming in with your contribution. ~~Jade
Needles of Grass
Needles of grass,
their never-ending rage;
a ghost fire, spreading
the slow burn
that licks at my calves,
that makes my toes seize
and my fingers buzz,
fighting the hollow
numbness that encroaches,
harbingers of the
saccharine drip,
crystallizing synapses.
Eroding the perception of
sight and thought that
drowns in a single depth.
The ebbing of low tide
on a beach of finest silt,
unable to support
anything heavier than the
sea salt that
weeps from my nostrils.
A cycle, a cyst;
moon phases
extolling their revelation.
A parasitic resolve reading a
muted fortune as seen through
facets of a diamond
that never realizes its own
appreciation,
only the inevitable.
Unable to grant that this too
shall pass, when I'm reduced to
crawl through needles of grass.
This is a piece I wrote seven years ago about my diabetes, and is posted as a non-entry example in my currently hosted DUP competition "Sweet Death, One Drop at a Time".
their never-ending rage;
a ghost fire, spreading
the slow burn
that licks at my calves,
that makes my toes seize
and my fingers buzz,
fighting the hollow
numbness that encroaches,
harbingers of the
saccharine drip,
crystallizing synapses.
Eroding the perception of
sight and thought that
drowns in a single depth.
The ebbing of low tide
on a beach of finest silt,
unable to support
anything heavier than the
sea salt that
weeps from my nostrils.
A cycle, a cyst;
moon phases
extolling their revelation.
A parasitic resolve reading a
muted fortune as seen through
facets of a diamond
that never realizes its own
appreciation,
only the inevitable.
Unable to grant that this too
shall pass, when I'm reduced to
crawl through needles of grass.
This is a piece I wrote seven years ago about my diabetes, and is posted as a non-entry example in my currently hosted DUP competition "Sweet Death, One Drop at a Time".
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
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R.I.P.D
Death oh beautiful death why do you continue to escape me at every corner all I want is you yet you still refuse to me my owner. Death can't you see I'm way past my last breathe dnt u know I give in I refuse to fight I have nothing left
Why won't you just let me be at peace & rest truly just rest in ease. Death I know your not my friend nor my foe I pop pills I smoke & I drink just to let it all go. My light have dimmed I stand on the edge of of what's fucked up yet completely fine shit I'm so done I even snort a blurred line. Death fuck my life you're all that I need you're my true love/drug surpassed all the liquor crack dope & weed
Death oh beautiful death why do you continue to escape me at every corner all I want is you yet you still refuse to me my owner. Death can't you see I'm way past my last breathe dnt u know I give in I refuse to fight I have nothing left
Why won't you just let me be at peace & rest truly just rest in ease. Death I know your not my friend nor my foe I pop pills I smoke & I drink just to let it all go. My light have dimmed I stand on the edge of of what's fucked up yet completely fine shit I'm so done I even snort a blurred line. Death fuck my life you're all that I need you're my true love/drug surpassed all the liquor crack dope & weed
PerfectSinner said:R.I.P.D
Thank you for your entry to this competition, PerfectSinner. Ah yes, it's often hard when you're beat down that one should still be fearful of Death when how would its touch hurt more than one is already suffering while waiting to be taken from Diabetes's endless rage. ~~Jade
Thank you for your entry to this competition, PerfectSinner. Ah yes, it's often hard when you're beat down that one should still be fearful of Death when how would its touch hurt more than one is already suffering while waiting to be taken from Diabetes's endless rage. ~~Jade
I want to sincerely thank ALL of those who entered this competition. It wasn't easy, I know, because of the theme which isn't a fantasy, and it's not science fiction. Nothing pretty and easy to imagine. Of the competitions I've hosted with dozens of entries to decide which would place, this one was the most difficult to judge with a smaller, select group of contributors who all have placed 1st in my heart. I'm heart-broken that there's nothing truly won here as a result when it comes to the disease, though to write & talk about it is a way to educate the public at large. So please know that I admire everyone who came here to publicly show what diabetes is about, whether you are type 1 or 2, or you know a friend or loved one in the family. This was a very special event to me. With my respect & affection to each & all of you... thank you so much. And now I present the official winners. ~~Jade
1st PLACE: HadesRising for his "Demons Flock With Murder"
2nd PLACE: Poetryman for his "Recidivism"
3rd PLACE: DevlinDLC for her "Pushing Insulin"
1st PLACE: HadesRising for his "Demons Flock With Murder"
2nd PLACE: Poetryman for his "Recidivism"
3rd PLACE: DevlinDLC for her "Pushing Insulin"
Thank you, Jade. This was unexpected. What can I say about diabetes other than it is a demon? For me, I imagine, it's like substance abuse. For your own good you are suppose to stay away from bad stuff; sugar carbs. It sounds easy but it is not. Being dependent on drugs or a needle destroys you whether financially, physically or mentally. But on a happier note, great job everyone and keep writing!
