Worn Down
Poetry Contest Description
You see so many poems with intense feeling, but what about ones that just feel like dust? Heavyhearted, worn down, emotionally exhausted? Show me...
Three weeks to complete, poetry preferred, maximum 2 submissions, any length allowed - good luck!
Self Destruction 9/13/17
Lost time in an unconscious mind.
I drift as if I've lost grasp on the concept of time.
Clocks are now just pictures on the wall.
My memory is as blurry as a smeared lens.
My brain was once a writer that ran out of ink and put down the pen.
I just hope he never writes again; no more memories, please.
I no longer find pleasure in words I speak.
Because I can't eat, I can't sleep, and I should just wire my jaw shut, so, for once, I don't only have to hear me.
My own voice is now a constant ringing in my head.
I don't enjoy writing as much anymore.
I'm slowly beginning to hate every letter, word, or sentences I form.
It's no longer filling the gaping, transparent hole that is emptiness in my chest.
It's also the only form of self expression I have left.
Look through me, see my transparency that is my empty, like blank paper held to a light source.
I should just let myself crumble to pieces like a section of dry earth?
Maybe after I turn to dust, It'll feel like a rebirth.
What's the consequences of demolition and renovation?
Will it be the key to my rehabilition?
I fear the repercussions of changing; who will I be when it's over?
I fear my destruction will lead to a life of endless regret and pain that I can never undo.
I'm scared of what falling apart will do.
I drift as if I've lost grasp on the concept of time.
Clocks are now just pictures on the wall.
My memory is as blurry as a smeared lens.
My brain was once a writer that ran out of ink and put down the pen.
I just hope he never writes again; no more memories, please.
I no longer find pleasure in words I speak.
Because I can't eat, I can't sleep, and I should just wire my jaw shut, so, for once, I don't only have to hear me.
My own voice is now a constant ringing in my head.
I don't enjoy writing as much anymore.
I'm slowly beginning to hate every letter, word, or sentences I form.
It's no longer filling the gaping, transparent hole that is emptiness in my chest.
It's also the only form of self expression I have left.
Look through me, see my transparency that is my empty, like blank paper held to a light source.
I should just let myself crumble to pieces like a section of dry earth?
Maybe after I turn to dust, It'll feel like a rebirth.
What's the consequences of demolition and renovation?
Will it be the key to my rehabilition?
I fear the repercussions of changing; who will I be when it's over?
I fear my destruction will lead to a life of endless regret and pain that I can never undo.
I'm scared of what falling apart will do.
Written by GChordBlues
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My Sea of Despair
There's an anchor inside me that leaves a heaviness in my chest.
There's also something keeping me above the water, almost like a life vest.
I've fallen off my ship and I don't know where I'm going.
The waves of my sea of despair are pulling.
I need a savior or at least a life raft!
Oh, I'm stupid... Asking a question so daft.
Why do I need help now? I've stayed afloat for so long..
I can't help but feel this is where I belong..
Maybe I'll just accept my fate in this water and, like a rock thrown into this water, I'll drop.
My legs are tired of kicking under these rapid waves...Maybe I'll just stop?
Will losing every thing I have ever wanted hurt that bad?
Will the people who've had these high expectations be that sad?
Truth is, I don't know, but I'm already at the bottom of my sea...
And let me tell you, there's no air to breathe and darkness is all I see.
It's a shame too because I hear faint sounds of paddles above me..They're too late.
There's also something keeping me above the water, almost like a life vest.
I've fallen off my ship and I don't know where I'm going.
The waves of my sea of despair are pulling.
I need a savior or at least a life raft!
Oh, I'm stupid... Asking a question so daft.
Why do I need help now? I've stayed afloat for so long..
I can't help but feel this is where I belong..
Maybe I'll just accept my fate in this water and, like a rock thrown into this water, I'll drop.
My legs are tired of kicking under these rapid waves...Maybe I'll just stop?
Will losing every thing I have ever wanted hurt that bad?
Will the people who've had these high expectations be that sad?
Truth is, I don't know, but I'm already at the bottom of my sea...
And let me tell you, there's no air to breathe and darkness is all I see.
It's a shame too because I hear faint sounds of paddles above me..They're too late.
Written by GChordBlues
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Grind
I can feel it in the back of my brain
Dragging its dry corpse down
through the tainted track it's worn
the rutted road so well travelled
I pull a pillow over my head
willing sweet sleep to take me swiftly
the halting stutter in my heart
tells me it's too late
My old ache grips me, the old lies
sense of self surrendering slowly
winding inward my mind whispers
wonders why I even bother
I've been here so many times
thought my way through the same tangle
there is never a solution at the end of the trail
just the same sense of shame
My heart used to race, my blood boil
by now I just feel the grim grind
whatever bulwarks I've built are broken
my mindful mantras, meaningless
I sigh, the slightest exhalation slips
tangle rewound, my self at the start again
twisted trail taunting me
not sure if I can take another turn
I try to mount a meaningful defence
against angst, against apathy
increasingly, it doesn't seem worth it
why not lie and let lingering life pass
I try to cry, but even tears escape expression
there is no one left to tell
surrender to sleeplessness, to the long night
there are no answers here
Dragging its dry corpse down
through the tainted track it's worn
the rutted road so well travelled
I pull a pillow over my head
willing sweet sleep to take me swiftly
the halting stutter in my heart
tells me it's too late
My old ache grips me, the old lies
sense of self surrendering slowly
winding inward my mind whispers
wonders why I even bother
I've been here so many times
thought my way through the same tangle
there is never a solution at the end of the trail
just the same sense of shame
My heart used to race, my blood boil
by now I just feel the grim grind
whatever bulwarks I've built are broken
my mindful mantras, meaningless
I sigh, the slightest exhalation slips
tangle rewound, my self at the start again
twisted trail taunting me
not sure if I can take another turn
I try to mount a meaningful defence
against angst, against apathy
increasingly, it doesn't seem worth it
why not lie and let lingering life pass
I try to cry, but even tears escape expression
there is no one left to tell
surrender to sleeplessness, to the long night
there are no answers here
Written by JohnnyThunder
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Rain always puts me to sleep
In the middle of night before,
I awoke to the sound of rain
In what seemed like a sated roar
Of their deep voices, of their stain.
'Twas a dream in my half-aware,
I questioned its validity
Then dozed off like it wasn't there,
This weather-beaten mystery.
Then yesterday passed like my thoughts
Adrift, clouds hid daylight away.
I watched what the weather had wrought,
Then fell back to sleep where I lay.
The afternoon walked in on me
And claimed "It's been raining, y'know."
I vaguely looked over to see,
And murmured "I want you to go."
The day turned away as it sighed,
Went gray, fading into the wall.
I knew it had made up a lie,
And slept hoping raindrops will fall.
I awoke to the sound of rain
In what seemed like a sated roar
Of their deep voices, of their stain.
'Twas a dream in my half-aware,
I questioned its validity
Then dozed off like it wasn't there,
This weather-beaten mystery.
Then yesterday passed like my thoughts
Adrift, clouds hid daylight away.
I watched what the weather had wrought,
Then fell back to sleep where I lay.
The afternoon walked in on me
And claimed "It's been raining, y'know."
I vaguely looked over to see,
And murmured "I want you to go."
The day turned away as it sighed,
Went gray, fading into the wall.
I knew it had made up a lie,
And slept hoping raindrops will fall.
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
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Every Now And Then, She Patrols...
Every now and then
she snatches her desert out of her purse
she unfolds it in front of her
and takes a long walk
- she calls it her 'occasional patrol' -
whistling marching songs
driving off intruders.
With the job complete
and all the sand's dry kisses
hanging from her lips
she turns around and registers the traces of the route
carefully folding it back
burying it deep in the farthest corner of the bag.
Content she's back at square one
raises her glass
lights a cig
spits out smoke, phlegm and sand...
she snatches her desert out of her purse
she unfolds it in front of her
and takes a long walk
- she calls it her 'occasional patrol' -
whistling marching songs
driving off intruders.
With the job complete
and all the sand's dry kisses
hanging from her lips
she turns around and registers the traces of the route
carefully folding it back
burying it deep in the farthest corner of the bag.
Content she's back at square one
raises her glass
lights a cig
spits out smoke, phlegm and sand...
Written by takis1917
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Ode, To My Baby Brother
I’m weary of your anger
I’m tired of your lament
Offended by everyone
No one escapes your judgment
You’ve grown into a cynic
With a dark depressing soul
Once you were a baby
Whose mother loved you so
Your heart has become so hard
Your mind is so shallow
I must move away
From the darkness of your shadow
I’m tired of your lament
Offended by everyone
No one escapes your judgment
You’ve grown into a cynic
With a dark depressing soul
Once you were a baby
Whose mother loved you so
Your heart has become so hard
Your mind is so shallow
I must move away
From the darkness of your shadow
Written by snugglebuck
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ODE TO SHIT
Chicken Shit
Pig Shit
Horse Shit
BULL!
But there’s no Shit
Like your Shit
“And God Knows I’ve Had My Full!”
Written by snugglebuck
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Thespian
Thespian
On a stage
Where we played
A good stage
Many love scenes
On this day
Not a love scene
I was told
To my face
I was a mere
Thespian
In a blind panic
I rushed to tear
The curtains down
Though they held
Pain ran out
Staining my skin
I felt nothing
Not myself
The sole resolution
The sensation of shame
On a stage
Where we played
A good stage
Many love scenes
On this day
Not a love scene
I was told
To my face
I was a mere
Thespian
In a blind panic
I rushed to tear
The curtains down
Though they held
Pain ran out
Staining my skin
I felt nothing
Not myself
The sole resolution
The sensation of shame
Written by EdibleWords
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When Everything Is Empty
Some dreams that cannot be chased
Or achieved because we are too busy
Saying I cannot do it, when it is within
Reach. Mistakes that were once erased
And come back to haunt us. Being dizzy
With the world spinning too fast. Skin
That loses its firm elasticity and rings
Under our eyes because we are losing
Sleep. Feelings and emotions that are
Going down, leaving us without wings.
We know we are constantly choosing
Those that leave us empty and no star
To follow back home. What is the point?
To keep living our lives without feeling.
Cutting our wrists or smoking a joint
To ease all of the aching pain. Or dealing
With all of it alone on the cold bathroom
Floor. The onslaught of heavy rain that
Soaks us to our bones. Our vacant womb
And vessel with nothing more to give.
No more bone breaking swing of the bat.
I wish we had it in our hearts to forgive.
Or achieved because we are too busy
Saying I cannot do it, when it is within
Reach. Mistakes that were once erased
And come back to haunt us. Being dizzy
With the world spinning too fast. Skin
That loses its firm elasticity and rings
Under our eyes because we are losing
Sleep. Feelings and emotions that are
Going down, leaving us without wings.
We know we are constantly choosing
Those that leave us empty and no star
To follow back home. What is the point?
To keep living our lives without feeling.
Cutting our wrists or smoking a joint
To ease all of the aching pain. Or dealing
With all of it alone on the cold bathroom
Floor. The onslaught of heavy rain that
Soaks us to our bones. Our vacant womb
And vessel with nothing more to give.
No more bone breaking swing of the bat.
I wish we had it in our hearts to forgive.
Written by eswaller
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A beautiful distraction
Hard-headed as soft-hearted
Be sodded but bewitched
Hypnagogic in sheer panic
Cure and killer on a switch...
By Lucifer the light bearer
Satan falls into the dark
The devil mind swings bipolar
Split heart may sway apart...
Their sigil of ancient delusion
Casting to the hearts of men
By symbolic ring of truth
Lie from the pit they send...
They're too large to have query
And too nuanced to quantize
Cry me a river of your sorrows
Says the dry heart hypnotized...
Now our germ of immortality
Spread across illusion's time
The principalities under powers
They write deceit upon the line...
So things must always break
As entropy will reign supreme
A king of shadows blocks the light
Our world is not as it may seem...
Written by runaway-mindtrain
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black sunset
The silence drew cold
Spinning flames of resentment
Hurling down the stairwell
The falling vortex
Had now reached the horizon...
A shadow walks in
The past becomes present
A mental hammer rings the bell
The outer world slips
Through the crack in my mind...
Bringing celestial waters
To cleanse the red stained soul
The saving goal
And when you see
From the celestial sea...
The cycle and the twisting tree
The circle and the math of three
Alchemy of the honey bee
Forever we are bound
That life becomes a-round...
Spinning flames of resentment
Hurling down the stairwell
The falling vortex
Had now reached the horizon...
A shadow walks in
The past becomes present
A mental hammer rings the bell
The outer world slips
Through the crack in my mind...
Bringing celestial waters
To cleanse the red stained soul
The saving goal
And when you see
From the celestial sea...
The cycle and the twisting tree
The circle and the math of three
Alchemy of the honey bee
Forever we are bound
That life becomes a-round...
Written by runaway-mindtrain
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