Poetry competition CLOSED 28th December 2018 4:39pm
WINNER
Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
RUNNER-UP:
Tenderloin
STRANGE CREATURE
Poetry Contest Description
I would like to know just how my DUP family felt and what they thought when they first joined DUP.. Do you remember when you were just a STRANGE CREATURE... Tell me your experiences... Your battles... Your joys.... Your sorrows...
Only 1 submission needed for anyone brave enough to tell their story.... You can tell me through any kind of poetic view.... But I myself love the rhyme scheme.... This will challenge those who are not great at rhyming... I will share my story first just to give an example.... Do please make it good.... Give me your best shot........ Please donot enter previously written or submitted works... All submissions must be original and newly written... Please nothing old. Lets have some fun!!!!!
Strange Creature
I am but flesh and blood
Skin and bone
This worldly planet
I dare not call home
My sins are many
My discretions unknown
My intentions insatiable
The DUP is where I roam
Left unfriended at first
Sword and thoughts all alone
I've clawed, scratched and scoured
To kill the coward I've honed
My mission quite clear
Make my name well known
Harvest my intellect
Plant my knowledge till sewn
Give continuous feedback
Till my followers have grown
Manipulate my humanity
Till my insanity has blown
Go toe to toe with other writers
Till my craft is widely shown
These were my goals
That I boasted like a preacher
When lil ole' me
Was just another new
STRANGE CREATURE
Written by Sex_on_the_Joe
(Joe-D)
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Anonymity
The early onset
Of a strange creature
Places the
Inner workings
Of this mind
On trial
By other bodies
Who have been
Here
Longer
In cyberspace-
Herding over
These
Artifacts
Of belonging
Prepared
To try, convict
And indict me
Over
“One”
Yet I find
Myself
Still
Surrendering
All objectivity
In hopes
Of rubbing
Elbows
Alongside
The least
Of you.
(Original)
the anonymity that is 1st introduced
at the onset of a “strange creature”
will eventually be devoured by eyes
who herd over these bodies of writing;
which means that they can now
try, convict and even indict me
in cyberspace
over these “articles of belonging”
And I am simply ill
from surrendering all objectivity...
longing to rub elbows
with the least of you.
Of a strange creature
Places the
Inner workings
Of this mind
On trial
By other bodies
Who have been
Here
Longer
In cyberspace-
Herding over
These
Artifacts
Of belonging
Prepared
To try, convict
And indict me
Over
“One”
Yet I find
Myself
Still
Surrendering
All objectivity
In hopes
Of rubbing
Elbows
Alongside
The least
Of you.
(Original)
the anonymity that is 1st introduced
at the onset of a “strange creature”
will eventually be devoured by eyes
who herd over these bodies of writing;
which means that they can now
try, convict and even indict me
in cyberspace
over these “articles of belonging”
And I am simply ill
from surrendering all objectivity...
longing to rub elbows
with the least of you.
Written by Nari
(Laura Jean)
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The Sermon of Mr. Brimstone Pt.1 (The Arrival of Stone)
There's nothing greater than the arrival of armageddon
causing asses and armpits to start sweatin,
When final darkness descends it will never leave
soul snatching the foolish and making motherfuckers bleed,
The king of pain following the path of the endtime
that's why by the millions sinners are dying,
Dead motherfuckers everyday guided into the unknown black
borderline paranoid always watching their back,
From the moment of my birth-out a slimy pussy I had to slide
heavenly denied, so to motherfuckin hell I guess-I'll ride,
My cremation crossroads leads to an unwanted rest
now all I've got is a ash filled breath,
I'm without pity with innocent eyes that's cruel
putting your trust in my mercy. You a goddamn fool,
The weak-willed and power hungry look for elevation
but all their doing is hasting eternal damnation,
Those who want eternal peace pray I don't war again
but killing is in my blood and love is my sin,
Because on everyone's grave I'll be pissing
worldwide genocide. Now you know your future condition,
Call it pieces of the human puzzle with a dark twist
our own mutilated burning that will never quit,
Like Jesus, my greatness can be put on the list
while he sacrificed in blood I'm not sacrificing shit.
causing asses and armpits to start sweatin,
When final darkness descends it will never leave
soul snatching the foolish and making motherfuckers bleed,
The king of pain following the path of the endtime
that's why by the millions sinners are dying,
Dead motherfuckers everyday guided into the unknown black
borderline paranoid always watching their back,
From the moment of my birth-out a slimy pussy I had to slide
heavenly denied, so to motherfuckin hell I guess-I'll ride,
My cremation crossroads leads to an unwanted rest
now all I've got is a ash filled breath,
I'm without pity with innocent eyes that's cruel
putting your trust in my mercy. You a goddamn fool,
The weak-willed and power hungry look for elevation
but all their doing is hasting eternal damnation,
Those who want eternal peace pray I don't war again
but killing is in my blood and love is my sin,
Because on everyone's grave I'll be pissing
worldwide genocide. Now you know your future condition,
Call it pieces of the human puzzle with a dark twist
our own mutilated burning that will never quit,
Like Jesus, my greatness can be put on the list
while he sacrificed in blood I'm not sacrificing shit.
Written by CasketSharpe
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Thank you CasketSharpe for your submission but unfortunately I cannot use it. I need a piece that expresses your experiences and or thoughts of DUP when you first joined as a STRANGE CREATURE. If you don't mind can you submit a different piece that expresses your STRANGE CREATURE experiences. Thank you
Anonymous
The Ballad Of Ali P
I met him in the very first week
though he’d been here for a while,
I’d see his name light on the left—
it would always make me smile
we ripped apart the establishment
wrote poems on the popular ones
and tainted the deep, dark underworld,
Hell - we used our words as guns
and our collabs were a happy place
where none would get away
from the wicked nature of our pens
that simply had too much to say.
Now Ali P, he up and left,
came back with another name,
we still were collab partners
but it wasn’t quite the same
our pens they weren’t as vicious
the colours weren’t as loud,
as the veil of time descended
and we lived beneath the cloud
but I’ll never forget those moments,
a strange creature, way back when
the words, they didn’t matter as much
and we never questioned the pen
for now I am a Tyrant Of Words
and it’s not the same, you see—
I miss the deep, dark carefree days
of being wild with Ali P.
I met him in the very first week
though he’d been here for a while,
I’d see his name light on the left—
it would always make me smile
we ripped apart the establishment
wrote poems on the popular ones
and tainted the deep, dark underworld,
Hell - we used our words as guns
and our collabs were a happy place
where none would get away
from the wicked nature of our pens
that simply had too much to say.
Now Ali P, he up and left,
came back with another name,
we still were collab partners
but it wasn’t quite the same
our pens they weren’t as vicious
the colours weren’t as loud,
as the veil of time descended
and we lived beneath the cloud
but I’ll never forget those moments,
a strange creature, way back when
the words, they didn’t matter as much
and we never questioned the pen
for now I am a Tyrant Of Words
and it’s not the same, you see—
I miss the deep, dark carefree days
of being wild with Ali P.
Steps Forward
I am like a newborn baby taking my first steps into
The wild blue yonder with my green eyes wide open
And taking it in. My once cloudless, quiet and blue
Sky is now cracking like an egg to let all the broken
Pieces come in. I have fault lines that are not linear
Or perfect. It is like my fragmented soul has woken
Up and I am alive. The words holding me prisoner
Let me breathe. They become my friends like those
On DUP. I morphed myself from a strange creature
And evolved into a dangerous mind. A singular rose
That expands and grows into a garden of butterflies.
I bravely toss myself into the fiery flames and throes.
The wild blue yonder with my green eyes wide open
And taking it in. My once cloudless, quiet and blue
Sky is now cracking like an egg to let all the broken
Pieces come in. I have fault lines that are not linear
Or perfect. It is like my fragmented soul has woken
Up and I am alive. The words holding me prisoner
Let me breathe. They become my friends like those
On DUP. I morphed myself from a strange creature
And evolved into a dangerous mind. A singular rose
That expands and grows into a garden of butterflies.
I bravely toss myself into the fiery flames and throes.
Written by eswaller
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Illusions of the heart
illusion of the heart
A pretty little thing don't you think
Turn it up side down an see how it can make you
bleed
You think it has 2 beautiful rounded curves what an
illusion
There is one part that is sharper than a two edged
blade
Be careful for wen that pretty little heart turns on
you
It will cut your insides up and rip through your spirit
like a hot knife through butter
That pretty little heart will leave you with a dark
empty space
Lets full up the emptiness with a beautiful colorful
rainbow that will only make you smile again
Let go of that little pretty illusion of a heart it will be
the death of you
A pretty little thing don't you think
Turn it up side down an see how it can make you
bleed
You think it has 2 beautiful rounded curves what an
illusion
There is one part that is sharper than a two edged
blade
Be careful for wen that pretty little heart turns on
you
It will cut your insides up and rip through your spirit
like a hot knife through butter
That pretty little heart will leave you with a dark
empty space
Lets full up the emptiness with a beautiful colorful
rainbow that will only make you smile again
Let go of that little pretty illusion of a heart it will be
the death of you
Written by JenBug1
(Adriana)
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Strange Creature(ContestEntry)
settling into an unknown place; being a "strange creature"; how long could i hang, cling, bring out something; anything worth while; is it worth while?
it brought forth welcome and smiles; I desperately needed then, much more than now; a towel "wipe yourself down"; a shelter from the storm out there, I've found
Deepunderground; I like how that sounds; my resting rate heart pulsates in a place that felt safe....indeed escape....
Written by PeaceFlpw
(Peace Flow)
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