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Poetry competition CLOSED 29th May 2018 1:47am
WINNER
ElrondSirfalas
ElrondSirfalas
RUNNERS-UP:
case28
and UbiquitousVoid
Gore, Guts, and Glory
Poetry Contest Description
Write the goriest, Cronenbergiest poem you can possibly conjure up. Don't shy away from the gnitty, gritty I want to read some poems that really delve into physical pain. It can be written in any style you choose, including short story form.
In accordance to site's rules please try and avoid including images if you can because... Well we're gonna get really grotesque in here.
Here's an example, not my best work, but I'm writing it on the fly.
A stove submerged in carnal fluids
My steak emerges
Emitting supernatural frequencies
Delicious intestines spiraled like spaghetti
Yummy yummy in my belly
Scrumptious human jelly
Melts in my mouth like ravioli
Here's an example, not my best work, but I'm writing it on the fly.
A stove submerged in carnal fluids
My steak emerges
Emitting supernatural frequencies
Delicious intestines spiraled like spaghetti
Yummy yummy in my belly
Scrumptious human jelly
Melts in my mouth like ravioli
A good competition actually. Physical pain is not gory I think. It is just pain. Please explain what sort of gory you want? Physical transformation, diseases, death, ebola type of illness or murder and guts and gore? Smashed heads on tarmac sort of gory? If so I will flag it extreme.
When You Become Ashes
All of your dark blood spills across the sidewalk,
As your breaths become more and more shallow.
If only I knew that you would never speak or talk
Again. I feel your pulse become faint and hallow.
Your delicate, porcelain skin that turns ghostly
White and pale. Your expressive eyes become dark
And dead. Your deep guts and insides are mostly
Empty. That will you had to live and that spark
Are put out like a fire. I wish that I had the words
To say something, but what is the point anymore?
All I can do is stand and watch on as all the birds
Pick at your body leftovers. I simply wish that your
Soul spirit was able to keep living on and give me
The kind of advice or wisdom that the world could
Really use now. You always had some way to see
Bright things. I wish that I knew what you would
Do or say, but all that you have left behind are dust
And ashes. Without your presence I have to adjust.
As your breaths become more and more shallow.
If only I knew that you would never speak or talk
Again. I feel your pulse become faint and hallow.
Your delicate, porcelain skin that turns ghostly
White and pale. Your expressive eyes become dark
And dead. Your deep guts and insides are mostly
Empty. That will you had to live and that spark
Are put out like a fire. I wish that I had the words
To say something, but what is the point anymore?
All I can do is stand and watch on as all the birds
Pick at your body leftovers. I simply wish that your
Soul spirit was able to keep living on and give me
The kind of advice or wisdom that the world could
Really use now. You always had some way to see
Bright things. I wish that I knew what you would
Do or say, but all that you have left behind are dust
And ashes. Without your presence I have to adjust.
Written by eswaller
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Joy
Voluptuous cheek bones
peering through the hard confines
of my meek and worn facial symmetry
Deceased nerves pulsating
a morbid non existent rhythm
that only pain can sympathize with
A Crooked grin lameness
attempting to conform to an honest smile
Tilted vision
becoming immaculately consistent
with the obtuseness of my own pathetic attempt at happiness
Avoidant roll eyed fuck you's
belching their wicked hey how are you's?
Dismembered connectivity
pleading for something other than
its own reason to be contrary
Comedown damnation
slicing through the only hallelujah
I've felt in a virtual eternity
peering through the hard confines
of my meek and worn facial symmetry
Deceased nerves pulsating
a morbid non existent rhythm
that only pain can sympathize with
A Crooked grin lameness
attempting to conform to an honest smile
Tilted vision
becoming immaculately consistent
with the obtuseness of my own pathetic attempt at happiness
Avoidant roll eyed fuck you's
belching their wicked hey how are you's?
Dismembered connectivity
pleading for something other than
its own reason to be contrary
Comedown damnation
slicing through the only hallelujah
I've felt in a virtual eternity
Written by ElrondSirfalas
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WENDIGO : EXTIRPATION AESTHETIC
Instruments aligned in compulsive precision
In my head, a barathrum, a primal fixation
Your shell is malleable, I will show you why
Like amputating gangrenous stigmas bled dry
Let this flesh not be devoured by rot adorned
Ithyphallic, your cracked septic cunt shall be torn
Icteritious, the abraised chasm of innocence pilfered
A maniacal masquerade, this unquenchable thirst
Carnal, abhorrent, extirpation aesthetic
Cadaverous colours of which I’ve abused
The plague in my eyes see the fruit in you still
Now these gloves will be stained in amniotic hues
You sat idly by, split by phallus of the goat
A marionette to the will of sadistic overture
Blood shines through supple flogged breast
Pulled further into the depths that you nurtured
Here I am, the goat in flesh
Consumer of all addictions
In putridity I linger, the throbbing usurper
Gluttonously masticating your despair
Leather-bound atrophic limbs struggle
Manipulated into the vacuum of obnubilation
Constricted erasure, erect idolatry imbued
Descent onto the spike of intestinal penetration
Choking on the marrow of depravity enshrined
A bone throne for incestualized concubine
Anatomy is of scorn and malice and pleasure
As your spine is bare to comply to my tether
Impaled you are, as you hang from the ceiling
Progeny of my satyriatic fulfillment
Entombed by your own filth
But a husk of what you once were
Written by UbiquitousVoid
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Responsible Sex (erotic poem that might not give you a hard on)
I remember
the not too distant time
when I cum on your face
and you cried
and felt insulted,
and irritated
that you have to wash your hair.
I remember
the not too distant time
when your ass was tight
and unwelcoming
even for the size of my penis
and when fingering your cunt
felt to you as if it's gonna
tear apart.
I remember
the times
when you felt ashamed
and scared to suck
my prick
and you needed guidance
and encouragement,
and kissing you
was like kissing a wall.
Things had definitely changed
and I thought:
"This is for the better sexperience".
You're my porn star now,
my anal doll,
my sex slave,
and dominatrix,
sucking,
and fucking,
and choking on dick,
squirting your brains out,
24/7 drippin' wet.
And I love it,
Believe me when I say,
I'm your biggest fan,
watching your porn,
your threesomes,
gangbangs,
your stories about huge cocks,
deep in your throat,
drilling all your holes,
still leaving you hungry.
But face it, I'm Joe
and I'm addicted
to my wife's
cunt, ass and mouth.
And I want to stop fuckin' her,
because I know for sure,
she doesn't care
what goes inside her
and I no longer trust her.
She would fuck
other men
and then gift wrap me
a chlamydia
with an hour and a half
of hardcore sex.
She simply doesn't care,
and I look stupid
for wanting to know
for sure
how healthy I am
or how healthy is this woman
next to me
that I want to seduce
before fucking her brains out.
My demands are simple,
but too parental,
too unsexy,
and killing the fun
and spontaneity
of this happy new sex life.
Trichomonas,
chlamidia,
bacteria,
candidiasis...
These are
the loyalty badges
of my addiction
with your pussy,
ass and mouth.
Should I fight it,
or should I simply
follow into your steps...
Fuck responsibility
and fuck the care for others
and myself,
because as someone
recently wrote,
we're dead anyway.
the not too distant time
when I cum on your face
and you cried
and felt insulted,
and irritated
that you have to wash your hair.
I remember
the not too distant time
when your ass was tight
and unwelcoming
even for the size of my penis
and when fingering your cunt
felt to you as if it's gonna
tear apart.
I remember
the times
when you felt ashamed
and scared to suck
my prick
and you needed guidance
and encouragement,
and kissing you
was like kissing a wall.
Things had definitely changed
and I thought:
"This is for the better sexperience".
You're my porn star now,
my anal doll,
my sex slave,
and dominatrix,
sucking,
and fucking,
and choking on dick,
squirting your brains out,
24/7 drippin' wet.
And I love it,
Believe me when I say,
I'm your biggest fan,
watching your porn,
your threesomes,
gangbangs,
your stories about huge cocks,
deep in your throat,
drilling all your holes,
still leaving you hungry.
But face it, I'm Joe
and I'm addicted
to my wife's
cunt, ass and mouth.
And I want to stop fuckin' her,
because I know for sure,
she doesn't care
what goes inside her
and I no longer trust her.
She would fuck
other men
and then gift wrap me
a chlamydia
with an hour and a half
of hardcore sex.
She simply doesn't care,
and I look stupid
for wanting to know
for sure
how healthy I am
or how healthy is this woman
next to me
that I want to seduce
before fucking her brains out.
My demands are simple,
but too parental,
too unsexy,
and killing the fun
and spontaneity
of this happy new sex life.
Trichomonas,
chlamidia,
bacteria,
candidiasis...
These are
the loyalty badges
of my addiction
with your pussy,
ass and mouth.
Should I fight it,
or should I simply
follow into your steps...
Fuck responsibility
and fuck the care for others
and myself,
because as someone
recently wrote,
we're dead anyway.
Written by debug
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R E A L I T Y
the truth is filthy, babe
disappointing
pure luck
dreams
boredom
mundane everyday necessities
hopes
don't you get it, babe?
it takes not to want
slowly
labor
sacrifices
patience, babe
tumors
tonight there are no miracles
don't think so, babe
everyone's subordinated
rules
boundaries
shit
obscenities
this - yes
that - no
we're circulating, babe
same circles
recycle bin, babe
there's no new world
new rules
catchy promises
only this
give me some mo', babe
reality lives on raw meat
disappointing
pure luck
dreams
boredom
mundane everyday necessities
hopes
don't you get it, babe?
it takes not to want
slowly
labor
sacrifices
patience, babe
tumors
tonight there are no miracles
don't think so, babe
everyone's subordinated
rules
boundaries
shit
obscenities
this - yes
that - no
we're circulating, babe
same circles
recycle bin, babe
there's no new world
new rules
catchy promises
only this
give me some mo', babe
reality lives on raw meat
Written by debug
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born from the blind alley
my worth was measured
by my nerve to slug another man
a man who was much older
larger and stronger
he’d belt me with a coil of leather
bound to an eager fist
till I witnessed my father’s downfall
the day he was broken by another man
it was inevitable
that men would turn into animals
and fight in cages in some
perverted blood lust
so brutal
it’s senseless
to tear our eyes away from the slaughter
fists and elbows smash men into raw meat
bodies slam the canvas
faces piss blood
smeared into a masterpiece of pain
fighters grapple for limbs
twisting each other into knots
forcing joints beyond the point
where muscle and ligaments are torn from bone
until the battle is over
and the disfigured emerge from the arena
reborn in the destruction
this is the closest a man will get to true strength
required for giving birth
to his own abomination
such a bloody tragedy
that men go to war to prevail enemies
we drink for health to numb the pain
we stick our cocks inside cunts to feel love
and we spoil our children to fail as fathers
men destroy love
to prove we are only worthy to breathe
alone
this fight to survive is not beaten into a boy
and the scent of death
can not be washed from doctors hands
a man is born
crowned in gore
when he is delivered into this world
and placed upon the bosom
for his first taste of victory
Written by case28
(Alexander Case)
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The beating of two hearts in an elevator [on the axis of heaven and hell]
case28
(Alexander Case)
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“Tell Me Later”
Guts, grime, snuff an no glory,
emanating facts from such story.
While I have a tendency to stray;
leave it to you; give me your say.
Blood curdling screeches heard,
like ideal nails down chalk boards
Restricted: A title we’ll mock,
NC, is where we will start.
Scalpel blade run bloods path,
as nerve’s ending scarred.
Eyes close with sounds familia:
Ripping velcro, as it’s sounds.
Headless the chicken runs amok.
Pulling feathers; auditory reminiscence.
Tentacle porn and blood curdling screams;
tearing flesh, and agony, from seems.
Guts, grime, snuff an no glory,
emanating facts from such story.
While I have a tendency to stray;
leave it to you; give me your say.
Blood curdling screeches heard,
like ideal nails down chalk boards
Restricted: A title we’ll mock,
NC, is where we will start.
Scalpel blade run bloods path,
as nerve’s ending scarred.
Eyes close with sounds familia:
Ripping velcro, as it’s sounds.
Headless the chicken runs amok.
Pulling feathers; auditory reminiscence.
Tentacle porn and blood curdling screams;
tearing flesh, and agony, from seems.
Mr Gore - the face Tailor
I introduce myself to them as Mr Gore - the face Tailor ,
I claim to be an award winning suit designer,
We shake hands and start chatting about fashion,
We keep it friendly as we sip a cup of warm milky tea,
I open a brown leather briefcase which I keep my tools within,
Clients usually begin to scream when I show them pictures depicting what previous victims gruesome styles have been,
I often present a piece of flesh as if it were a sample of unique fabric,
I then pull out three tape measures one to tie their hands, one to bind their legs and one to cause discomfort around their neck,
I promise to alter their face as if it were a fine set of clothes,
I will start by snipping off the tip of their pointy nose,
I will then slice the skin on both their chubby cheeks down to the bone,
I will burn off all the horrible spots and unsightly moles,
I will use pliers to pull their ears nice and slow until they start to tear,
A razor blade will be used to remove their hair and then I will strip off their scalp layer by layer until it is deep enough to let their skull get fresh air,
I will slowly sew both their nostrils shut,
I will viciously hack their lips clean off,
Their teeth will be drilled out one by one,
Their crows feet and wrinkles will be ironed out with a red hot iron,
I will stitch all the wounds up just to open them again with a single cut,
I will not do anything to stop the heavy flow of blood,
I will gouge their eyes out with pins and replace them with pretty buttons,
My motto is a face should fit you perfectly like a tailored suit,
When you walk down the street people should notice you,
I guarantee the model will leave me looking handsome, they will become a style Icon and part of the latest grotesque fashion.
I claim to be an award winning suit designer,
We shake hands and start chatting about fashion,
We keep it friendly as we sip a cup of warm milky tea,
I open a brown leather briefcase which I keep my tools within,
Clients usually begin to scream when I show them pictures depicting what previous victims gruesome styles have been,
I often present a piece of flesh as if it were a sample of unique fabric,
I then pull out three tape measures one to tie their hands, one to bind their legs and one to cause discomfort around their neck,
I promise to alter their face as if it were a fine set of clothes,
I will start by snipping off the tip of their pointy nose,
I will then slice the skin on both their chubby cheeks down to the bone,
I will burn off all the horrible spots and unsightly moles,
I will use pliers to pull their ears nice and slow until they start to tear,
A razor blade will be used to remove their hair and then I will strip off their scalp layer by layer until it is deep enough to let their skull get fresh air,
I will slowly sew both their nostrils shut,
I will viciously hack their lips clean off,
Their teeth will be drilled out one by one,
Their crows feet and wrinkles will be ironed out with a red hot iron,
I will stitch all the wounds up just to open them again with a single cut,
I will not do anything to stop the heavy flow of blood,
I will gouge their eyes out with pins and replace them with pretty buttons,
My motto is a face should fit you perfectly like a tailored suit,
When you walk down the street people should notice you,
I guarantee the model will leave me looking handsome, they will become a style Icon and part of the latest grotesque fashion.
Written by SimpleTon
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