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Poetry competition CLOSED 10th May 2019 6:05am
WINNER
Orc_Pirate_68 (Sabrina Kirk-Caldwell)
Orc_Pirate_68 (Sabrina Kirk-Caldwell)
RUNNERS-UP:
I_IS_ME
and Tallen
Dark Creatures
Dark Messenger
Night's engorged corpse's maw spews forth
Sudden rider's dread appearance
As its steed's terror arch and pitch
Overwhelms with stench of sulfur,
In voices deep & black as death,
As if from ev'ry host and storm,
Resound in ancient glory raised,
'Tis he, the rider, back from Time:
"Beware, it will be ever known
That I am Devil, Satan's own,
Of Lucifer's originals.
“Of those who fell to follow him
And pass it on to souls like you,
That his is Truth, the Way, the Life
Fore'er in death and well beyond.
“That I, his Messenger elect,
Am but the only one who comes,
Not what was told would be the Christ.
“To bring the news: you are the one
With billions more who join me now,
And others who are me as well,
To be the Coming. IT IS HERE!
“For this in time won't be eclipsed,
Because our black Lord trumped your god!
Come now, bow low, you must be quick.
Eternity of work awaits...
“And there'll be no more rest for you!"
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
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Mothers and Daughters
There are no creatures darker than
daughters and their mothers, and
even all the Japanese monsters
and living things from Lovecraft’s psyche,
run
run
run
from the fury that collides between us.
“Have mercy! You win!”
they cry in haste to retreat to safe places, hidden
from our opinions
and insults.
They watch, fearful,
as you judge me for my décor,
my food
my clothing
my income
which you have no fucking clue about
until…..
I break it down for you on paper,
exactly where it all goes—
most, to you.
Yet I’m still an asshole for suggesting
that financial support stops
when daughters get married.
(The monsters still hide,
but they’ve gotten out their popcorn, now—
it’s getting interesting…)
I despise you as well
presently,
and if I could send you back where you came from,
I would,
except I no longer have a uterus.
Monsters!
Get the fuck out of my closet—
that’s MY dark, sulking place of evil!
You’re no match for the knives that she and I
throw at each other.
We’ll wipe up the blood
and package it away for next time.
Relationships aren’t always a spectator sport….
There are no creatures darker than
daughters and their mothers, and
even all the Japanese monsters
and living things from Lovecraft’s psyche,
run
run
run
from the fury that collides between us.
“Have mercy! You win!”
they cry in haste to retreat to safe places, hidden
from our opinions
and insults.
They watch, fearful,
as you judge me for my décor,
my food
my clothing
my income
which you have no fucking clue about
until…..
I break it down for you on paper,
exactly where it all goes—
most, to you.
Yet I’m still an asshole for suggesting
that financial support stops
when daughters get married.
(The monsters still hide,
but they’ve gotten out their popcorn, now—
it’s getting interesting…)
I despise you as well
presently,
and if I could send you back where you came from,
I would,
except I no longer have a uterus.
Monsters!
Get the fuck out of my closet—
that’s MY dark, sulking place of evil!
You’re no match for the knives that she and I
throw at each other.
We’ll wipe up the blood
and package it away for next time.
Relationships aren’t always a spectator sport….
Her Rose Stained Hands
In the bosom of the mountain calling
A foreign spirit forced to crawling
Women swarm the fire of her hand
Burning brighter under cursed command
She sends the northern deserts rain
She spreads her dress to stake her claim
And with a whisper of her breath
The demons rise to answer death
And all her sisters gather around
They talk to trees and trample the holy ground
Sing your songs to her alone
Bow to her terrestrial throne
For in their circle they make a stance
The witches perform their religious dance
The spirits teach the ways of the wood
They are cleansed in the name of sisterhood
Now they abide her desert way
Under her staff never lead astray
But it is here that fate will fall
Unless they break satanic call
She flees into her tent of red
She begs her starving soul be fed
And in her hand she opens the portal
With her sharpened knife water spilled from a mortal
She pled a witch would never waive
Now her allegiance sent to the grave
There's no place her magic stands
She cannot wipe her rose stained hands
A foreign spirit forced to crawling
Women swarm the fire of her hand
Burning brighter under cursed command
She sends the northern deserts rain
She spreads her dress to stake her claim
And with a whisper of her breath
The demons rise to answer death
And all her sisters gather around
They talk to trees and trample the holy ground
Sing your songs to her alone
Bow to her terrestrial throne
For in their circle they make a stance
The witches perform their religious dance
The spirits teach the ways of the wood
They are cleansed in the name of sisterhood
Now they abide her desert way
Under her staff never lead astray
But it is here that fate will fall
Unless they break satanic call
She flees into her tent of red
She begs her starving soul be fed
And in her hand she opens the portal
With her sharpened knife water spilled from a mortal
She pled a witch would never waive
Now her allegiance sent to the grave
There's no place her magic stands
She cannot wipe her rose stained hands
Written by Thetravelingfairy
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my Succubus
She came to me
all moon dusted
traveling via
Selene's
silvery moon rays
penetrating my
restless, often lucid
dreams. She came
with sensual bait
and I hungered to drink
her dry.
I have yet to see her face
though liken to a
blind man, I KNOW I've
seen all of her and she
IS exquisite.
She neither questions
nor gives answers
only pleases and
entreats me to join
to meld with her.
I want to but........
We slept together
last night.
I woke up more
refreshed than ever
in a long, long time.
I'm still waiting
for the hook
though I suspect
she's already set
it.
all moon dusted
traveling via
Selene's
silvery moon rays
penetrating my
restless, often lucid
dreams. She came
with sensual bait
and I hungered to drink
her dry.
I have yet to see her face
though liken to a
blind man, I KNOW I've
seen all of her and she
IS exquisite.
She neither questions
nor gives answers
only pleases and
entreats me to join
to meld with her.
I want to but........
We slept together
last night.
I woke up more
refreshed than ever
in a long, long time.
I'm still waiting
for the hook
though I suspect
she's already set
it.
Written by Tallen
(earth_empath)
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A Vampire’s Love
A vampire’s love
Comes in the blackest night
A night with no soul
His night he owns its darkness
Across centuries he searches
He feeds the dark urges inside
No heartbeat no pulse
Eyes so red yet so cold
Bound by the sweetness of blood
It’s hot flowing taste
The wine of choice
Woman his chalice to sip from
Savouring pure natural delights
He gazes upon her sleeping beauty
Laying in her bedroom sanctuary
But tonight this sanctuary is his church
She will worship him like others before her
The strange control over
Will make her shiver right down her spine
He yearns for this moment
Where he touches her very being
Bringing madness a weird sense of love
Her heart will pound at his touch
Never knowing such cold passion
In her entire existence
Feeling like a dream
His masculinity exudes
Surrounding her drowning her in his animal scent
How could anything be more dangerous?
Yet so beautiful
Her pure essence is his
He is wildly drunk on her
As she completely surrenders her body
She cannot fathom why she is his
In the depths of her mind
There is a sliver of reason
But her body betrays her
There is no escape from the desire
He simply owns her in that first bite
Comes in the blackest night
A night with no soul
His night he owns its darkness
Across centuries he searches
He feeds the dark urges inside
No heartbeat no pulse
Eyes so red yet so cold
Bound by the sweetness of blood
It’s hot flowing taste
The wine of choice
Woman his chalice to sip from
Savouring pure natural delights
He gazes upon her sleeping beauty
Laying in her bedroom sanctuary
But tonight this sanctuary is his church
She will worship him like others before her
The strange control over
Will make her shiver right down her spine
He yearns for this moment
Where he touches her very being
Bringing madness a weird sense of love
Her heart will pound at his touch
Never knowing such cold passion
In her entire existence
Feeling like a dream
His masculinity exudes
Surrounding her drowning her in his animal scent
How could anything be more dangerous?
Yet so beautiful
Her pure essence is his
He is wildly drunk on her
As she completely surrenders her body
She cannot fathom why she is his
In the depths of her mind
There is a sliver of reason
But her body betrays her
There is no escape from the desire
He simply owns her in that first bite
Written by AspergerPoet56
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Walk In My Brain
Come walk in my brain...It Is a walk of the mental insane...Take the tour...you'll feel my presence for sure...play at my pace..you may walk out having to fix ya face...i can feel you walking very intense...but i have defense...when u play with my innocence...catch me slippen...walk thruough the door marked trippen...inside my brain you'll find my true name...it burns bright and orange colored flame...she never blames...only she can be strange...but my name will never change out there...thats why i invited you in...so u could see to let our friendship begin..you have a friend with a brain unlike yours ....my brain funtions like a dailey chore...i cant shut it off ...medication nevers works it makes it shut down...i want people to hear me i want to be found..so when you come through the last door while walking around ...when u come out closing the door...look at me the way u see me...ill never ask for more..i just need a true observation not a dr saying who i am...your new friend has a disorder...its call anietxy bipolar..so if you took the time to walk around...come out swimming dont drown they all do...thats why i have no friends i never do..no one takes time to walk in my shoes...so are you a real friend or fake and untrue...you tell me as soon a you walkthrough
Written by flowerchildmeshely
(Flowerchildmeshelly)
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Monsters are Real
Monsters are real,
But they don’t come in the way you think,
They don’t have wicked looking fangs
Or serrated teeth,
Or sharp claws.
They don’t have horns,
Or bat-like wings.
They don’t hide in dark corners with glowing eyes,
Or have scaly skin.
They don’t move on hind legs
Looking like evil things unleashed from hell.
Monsters are real,
But they look like every day you and me,
They have a façade of normality,
Many times of beauty.
They can be impeccably dressed,
They can have attractive smiles
(That sometimes cause a chill)
But their intentions are malicious.
Monsters come in disguises,
In the form of men who try to rule the world,
In murderers and rapists who know no boundaries.
Monsters are those in history
Who had many do their bidding and killing for them,
(And those who followed their orders)
With no regard for human life.
Monsters are those who long to deal death at every turn,
Who enjoy the suffering of others for their pleasure,
Their hatred feeds a more sinister plan,
An abhorrence of light.
Yes, monsters are real.
Monsters are real,
But they don’t come in the way you think,
They don’t have wicked looking fangs
Or serrated teeth,
Or sharp claws.
They don’t have horns,
Or bat-like wings.
They don’t hide in dark corners with glowing eyes,
Or have scaly skin.
They don’t move on hind legs
Looking like evil things unleashed from hell.
Monsters are real,
But they look like every day you and me,
They have a façade of normality,
Many times of beauty.
They can be impeccably dressed,
They can have attractive smiles
(That sometimes cause a chill)
But their intentions are malicious.
Monsters come in disguises,
In the form of men who try to rule the world,
In murderers and rapists who know no boundaries.
Monsters are those in history
Who had many do their bidding and killing for them,
(And those who followed their orders)
With no regard for human life.
Monsters are those who long to deal death at every turn,
Who enjoy the suffering of others for their pleasure,
Their hatred feeds a more sinister plan,
An abhorrence of light.
Yes, monsters are real.
Dark Indifference
Shining eyes and dancing, flying steps
with a smile that makes one feel blessed
Their touch divine miracle, every day eternity
Joy followed in their wake, life delighted entirely
The change was so subtle, no precise start
Once brilliance and light, now shadow and night
Vacancy and darkness where upon a time
flawless euphoria, absolute joy all mine
I observe as I devolve helpless, incapable
halting the dark indifference impossible
Transformation would require knowledge
uncomprehending of what possessed me
Perhaps I was overrun, dominated
A vessel for malignant wraith which hated
Incited undiluted apathy, so very tragic
To illuminated, immortal soul, creating utter havoc
Recompense for who died in misery, forsaken
Is this my ultimate destiny, my lifelong plight
to be erased by impassivity, expunged from the light?
So far excised from emotion that even logic has no part
in the equation of salvation to bring light to my heart?
Indifference is the impeccable opposite of all emotion
blocking a soul from ecstasy here and Above
If this is my fate, I beg for inhuman compassion
Separate me eternally from mortal life, if I merit love.
with a smile that makes one feel blessed
Their touch divine miracle, every day eternity
Joy followed in their wake, life delighted entirely
The change was so subtle, no precise start
Once brilliance and light, now shadow and night
Vacancy and darkness where upon a time
flawless euphoria, absolute joy all mine
I observe as I devolve helpless, incapable
halting the dark indifference impossible
Transformation would require knowledge
uncomprehending of what possessed me
Perhaps I was overrun, dominated
A vessel for malignant wraith which hated
Incited undiluted apathy, so very tragic
To illuminated, immortal soul, creating utter havoc
Recompense for who died in misery, forsaken
Is this my ultimate destiny, my lifelong plight
to be erased by impassivity, expunged from the light?
So far excised from emotion that even logic has no part
in the equation of salvation to bring light to my heart?
Indifference is the impeccable opposite of all emotion
blocking a soul from ecstasy here and Above
If this is my fate, I beg for inhuman compassion
Separate me eternally from mortal life, if I merit love.
Written by inechoingsilence
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