Poetry competition CLOSED 28th November 2017 4:49am
WINNER
AtoMikbomb
AtoMikbomb
RUNNER-UP:
runaway-mindtrain
Truth
He ran towards the horizon
He always dreamed
of reaching the Horizon
and taking a piece of it for himself.
A dream bigger than any other
.
One day he decided to go for it
So he ran towards the horizon
He ran and ran some more
but it seemed that the closer
he got to the horizon
was the more the horizon
seemed far away
.
So he decided he would put in
twice as much effort, double the work.
So every day he ran faster and further
He ran and ran some more
only to notice that he still
hadn't reached the horizon
.
He asked himself
why was his dream so elusive -
why wasn't the horizon getting closer? But who was he without his dream,
All he knew was his dream of
reaching the horizon.
.
So He decided to take one last dash
He would put his all into it -
there would be no stopping until
he could reach his destination:
And Just like that He ran,
He ran with all his might
He ran with all his hope
He ran towards his dream
He ran until his body gave in
Falling to the ground
Only to realize that
the horizon was still
far from his reach
He tried to look back
Only to realize that
he had reached so many milestones
but never took the time
to notice the landscape
He was alone on the ground because
he never took the time to meet people
With his last few breathes
he looked back only to realize
how far from home he had gone
The Horizon still Elusive
The Journey not even noted
All his time devoted to a dream
Only to realise that he was just chasing the wind
He always dreamed
of reaching the Horizon
and taking a piece of it for himself.
A dream bigger than any other
.
One day he decided to go for it
So he ran towards the horizon
He ran and ran some more
but it seemed that the closer
he got to the horizon
was the more the horizon
seemed far away
.
So he decided he would put in
twice as much effort, double the work.
So every day he ran faster and further
He ran and ran some more
only to notice that he still
hadn't reached the horizon
.
He asked himself
why was his dream so elusive -
why wasn't the horizon getting closer? But who was he without his dream,
All he knew was his dream of
reaching the horizon.
.
So He decided to take one last dash
He would put his all into it -
there would be no stopping until
he could reach his destination:
And Just like that He ran,
He ran with all his might
He ran with all his hope
He ran towards his dream
He ran until his body gave in
Falling to the ground
Only to realize that
the horizon was still
far from his reach
He tried to look back
Only to realize that
he had reached so many milestones
but never took the time
to notice the landscape
He was alone on the ground because
he never took the time to meet people
With his last few breathes
he looked back only to realize
how far from home he had gone
The Horizon still Elusive
The Journey not even noted
All his time devoted to a dream
Only to realise that he was just chasing the wind
What I want
I want that hot crazy blind
Almost angry sex
That only lasts a few minutes
But remains in my mind
for the rest of the day.
Certainly not forever
For that is how it long it feels
& that’s not where I find myself.
Nor do I feel the need to explain myself
In fact we need not words
Lets feed off pheromones instead
Act like animals
there is honour in action.
At least they act in honesty.
What I want is to know that somebody
someone just like me understands
the need to bottle puppy breathe.
I want to know there are others
who openly open up
happy to hurt to heal
openly hoping to learn
judge less live more
yet..
I want that hot crazy blind
Almost angry sex
That only lasts a few minutes
But remains in my mind
for the rest of the day.
Certainly not forever
For that is how it long it feels
& that’s not where I find myself.
Nor do I feel the need to explain myself
In fact we need not words
Lets feed off pheromones instead
Act like animals
there is honour in action.
At least they act in honesty.
What I want is to know that somebody
someone just like me understands
the need to bottle puppy breathe.
I want to know there are others
who openly open up
happy to hurt to heal
openly hoping to learn
judge less live more
yet..
No Edit
No edit,
You read it right,
This is me in all my raw and natural form,
I’ll try not to screw up the lines,
But I can’t make promises,
Otherwise, the words will feel like a shit storm.
No, no backspace or erase either,
Take all the misgiving and misspellings,
(Crap, I forgot about auto correct)
There’s just no way of telling.
I shut my mouth most of the time,
Because I’m scared of that dark side of me,
I’ll say the wrong shit and offend everyone,
I have to watch what I say before it comes out of me.
So I take to paper and pen,
Or in the new age to my laptop and phone,
Spilling the words to try and make some sense,
There might be something wrong with me,
And like some dichotomy,
The person I wanted to be became a pretense.
I was a two faced liar,
A hypocritical insincere individual,
Acting all spiritual while my desires went wild,
I should have been more honest with myself,
So my demeanor only became more hostile.
And so in my deference I lost some of that will,
To speak my mind, to hide all the time,
I try to be courteous and polite to others,
I know I’ve done wrong and make my peace with it.
I’ve worked on forgiving myself for the longest time,
Still, all the wrong I’ve done feels like unpunished crime,
But that’s just my guilt fucking with me, punishing me,
Pushing me to the edge of that abyss I thought I deserved.
But I try to do my good deeds, and it fulfills my needs,
To find that peace I longed for and searched for,
Because when I go back and read about the old me,
I read between the lines and see lies and forgive…
That younger person who was but is no more.
No edit,
You read it right,
This is me in all my raw and natural form,
I’ll try not to screw up the lines,
But I can’t make promises,
Otherwise, the words will feel like a shit storm.
No, no backspace or erase either,
Take all the misgiving and misspellings,
(Crap, I forgot about auto correct)
There’s just no way of telling.
I shut my mouth most of the time,
Because I’m scared of that dark side of me,
I’ll say the wrong shit and offend everyone,
I have to watch what I say before it comes out of me.
So I take to paper and pen,
Or in the new age to my laptop and phone,
Spilling the words to try and make some sense,
There might be something wrong with me,
And like some dichotomy,
The person I wanted to be became a pretense.
I was a two faced liar,
A hypocritical insincere individual,
Acting all spiritual while my desires went wild,
I should have been more honest with myself,
So my demeanor only became more hostile.
And so in my deference I lost some of that will,
To speak my mind, to hide all the time,
I try to be courteous and polite to others,
I know I’ve done wrong and make my peace with it.
I’ve worked on forgiving myself for the longest time,
Still, all the wrong I’ve done feels like unpunished crime,
But that’s just my guilt fucking with me, punishing me,
Pushing me to the edge of that abyss I thought I deserved.
But I try to do my good deeds, and it fulfills my needs,
To find that peace I longed for and searched for,
Because when I go back and read about the old me,
I read between the lines and see lies and forgive…
That younger person who was but is no more.
Self Aware
Self medicate to forget what’s been broken.
Reanimate the essence of what this feels like.
Reformulate the truth of our evolution,
To elevate the consciousness of this world.
As years go by, the child stays inside. It watches and waits while the world teaches us life.
The body grows it outpaces the mind.
The elementary answers are the hardest to find.
Yet some will forget and some will deny,
While the others repress this child left inside.
The body will age, it will wither and it will die.
Leaving the shell of a person behind.
Evaluate the origin of emotion.To isolate the cause that effects our conviction.
They vilify those who question the system.
Protect the plan where profit dictates control.
Before the corruption.
Before all the lies.
The true self exists,
As the child inside.
Reanimate the essence of what this feels like.
Reformulate the truth of our evolution,
To elevate the consciousness of this world.
As years go by, the child stays inside. It watches and waits while the world teaches us life.
The body grows it outpaces the mind.
The elementary answers are the hardest to find.
Yet some will forget and some will deny,
While the others repress this child left inside.
The body will age, it will wither and it will die.
Leaving the shell of a person behind.
Evaluate the origin of emotion.To isolate the cause that effects our conviction.
They vilify those who question the system.
Protect the plan where profit dictates control.
Before the corruption.
Before all the lies.
The true self exists,
As the child inside.
Written by PoeticInjustice
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the lie of me
yeah i do
believe it all.
it keeps me
no happiness
expected.
no fuck
though i want
to
feelandknow
only want you to run
your hand over
the lie of me
and figure it out
i want to see
your oh shit
oh fuck
and
then i
want to
burn
you
alive
believe it all.
it keeps me
no happiness
expected.
no fuck
though i want
to
feelandknow
only want you to run
your hand over
the lie of me
and figure it out
i want to see
your oh shit
oh fuck
and
then i
want to
burn
you
alive
Written by anna_grin
(ANNAN)
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Anonymous
I will be deciding on a winner soon.. so many great entries.. I appreciate your patience..
Dave
Dave
Anonymous
First of all this was a truly tough contest to judge.. all the entries were incredible.. so i had to break it down to the three that spoke to me, on a personal level.. The winner is, Mrs. AtoMik.. and the two runner-ups are, Lady of the Quill, and runaway-mindtrain.. congrats to all of you.. for such brilliant poetic truth..
Dave
Dave
