Poetry competition CLOSED 17th July 2019 2:32pm
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AspergerPoet56
AspergerPoet56
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The Aftermath
In my split second of madness
I gave in to life
Swallowed the pills
Washed them down with pure vodka
Laid my head down
For the last sleep
Suddenly I was awoken
For me It was like a few hours
In reality ten days in a coma
I heard snarling voices
Saw faceless faces
Coming towards me
Couldn’t define reality
The insane hallucinations had taken hold
I was in a moving hospital
Moving beds
Walls painted red with blood
The screams were either imagined or mine
Life had brought me back
Fear kept me in a state of limbo
The voices knew my shame
Kept digging into my soul
The pain wouldn’t let go
Just wanted to die again
The face in the mirror wasn’t mine
It was a stranger with dead eyes
I tried to smash its reflection with my head
All I got was cuts
And a rueful smile from my nemesis
Whispering I’m never going away
I survived to tell the tale
But it haunts me still
The madness the voices
The face in the mirror
They come back from time to time
But I’m strong enough to fight them off
I gave in to life
Swallowed the pills
Washed them down with pure vodka
Laid my head down
For the last sleep
Suddenly I was awoken
For me It was like a few hours
In reality ten days in a coma
I heard snarling voices
Saw faceless faces
Coming towards me
Couldn’t define reality
The insane hallucinations had taken hold
I was in a moving hospital
Moving beds
Walls painted red with blood
The screams were either imagined or mine
Life had brought me back
Fear kept me in a state of limbo
The voices knew my shame
Kept digging into my soul
The pain wouldn’t let go
Just wanted to die again
The face in the mirror wasn’t mine
It was a stranger with dead eyes
I tried to smash its reflection with my head
All I got was cuts
And a rueful smile from my nemesis
Whispering I’m never going away
I survived to tell the tale
But it haunts me still
The madness the voices
The face in the mirror
They come back from time to time
But I’m strong enough to fight them off
Written by AspergerPoet56
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Moving On (tiny dancer)
1(death and discovery)
Metaphorical deaths although painful
the same time rewarding
shedding that which is not needed
transmuting the hurts in to something beautiful
Sleep deprived vision quests
whilst fun at the same time dangerous
seeing the cosmic at its vibrational core
careful to linger any longer than needed
seek what it is
a simple answer to an incredible question
2(living future)
Driving aimless, just the thrill of the ride
engine hums, something for the background, those thoughts, thinking
nothing, just taking in the scenery
enjoying destination, anywhere we want it to be
Silence broken by radio click
static tuning the perfect station
hand creeps, sits on top of mine
atmosphere changes, angelic voice
singing... Count the headlights on the highway
Leaning into me, serenade a duo
Hold me closer tiny dancer
hold me closer............
Written by Carpe_Noctem
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Anonymous
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Three Trees
She climbed the steep hill with midday sun on her back.
The balmy breeze barely touching beads of sweat rolling over her weathered skin. Steps once lighter, swifter became methodically slower over ridged trails curved, carving Reimann Hypothesis on her vertical axis with graphite coal smudging thoughts into shadows which never touched.
She passed a Redgum Tree and paused to wipe the perspiration from the temple with her right hand remembering how the left hand slid in her father’s pocket, the trousers hung behind the bedroom door, taking two coins in the dim light of youth. How the next day water condensation from a bottle of cold cherry coke held with both hands seemed to wash rites of wrongs with the taste of sweet elixir coating her throat.
The road seemed to level and she reveled at the wild beauty of nature. The extraordinary perseverance of metamorphosis for a trace of trice to feel life's tempo under skin burrowed in the marrow. Alongside the thicket cacti stood tall with black opaque flowers phlegmatic surrealism mimicking ghosts rooted in the valley of death surrounded by all the riches.
She felt the apple bounce in her bag over the shoulder as she came upon a patch of filtered shade under a Velvet Ash Tree. The hike, although short in distance geographically; pivoted the mind and soul in kaleidoscopic tones. She took a bite of the apple, juices dripping from her chin, she didn’t bother to wipe, her hands felt unclean. Reclined against the trunk, eyes closed listened to the sounds ranging from nothing to everything alive and electrifying.
It had been three years since she had packed her car and moved away as far as the winds could carry in aimless wanderlust. There were no goodbyes, no tears, sentimentality seemed overrated, slashing every word with letter T, sharp across the middle in crucification. Heartbreak is always a glass half full but she had left all behind including the glass, carrying only suitcase of memories.
She took a precarious turn passing the last ridge gathering the last of strength and there it stood The Wisdom Tree solitary and majestic in magnificence.
She approached in awe and stood beneath it where countless others have stood enduring the strenuous journey, rediscovering themselves in the process leaving their notes of sage in a box under the tree.
The blood throbbed coursing her veins feeling the energy, light and universal love; Strength in weakness, endurance in resistance, lessons in rocks and knocks while the road curved with new hope each day.
Three words were scribbled on a piece of paper, folded once, twice, triad. She dropped it in the box.
Life is beautiful.
The balmy breeze barely touching beads of sweat rolling over her weathered skin. Steps once lighter, swifter became methodically slower over ridged trails curved, carving Reimann Hypothesis on her vertical axis with graphite coal smudging thoughts into shadows which never touched.
She passed a Redgum Tree and paused to wipe the perspiration from the temple with her right hand remembering how the left hand slid in her father’s pocket, the trousers hung behind the bedroom door, taking two coins in the dim light of youth. How the next day water condensation from a bottle of cold cherry coke held with both hands seemed to wash rites of wrongs with the taste of sweet elixir coating her throat.
The road seemed to level and she reveled at the wild beauty of nature. The extraordinary perseverance of metamorphosis for a trace of trice to feel life's tempo under skin burrowed in the marrow. Alongside the thicket cacti stood tall with black opaque flowers phlegmatic surrealism mimicking ghosts rooted in the valley of death surrounded by all the riches.
She felt the apple bounce in her bag over the shoulder as she came upon a patch of filtered shade under a Velvet Ash Tree. The hike, although short in distance geographically; pivoted the mind and soul in kaleidoscopic tones. She took a bite of the apple, juices dripping from her chin, she didn’t bother to wipe, her hands felt unclean. Reclined against the trunk, eyes closed listened to the sounds ranging from nothing to everything alive and electrifying.
It had been three years since she had packed her car and moved away as far as the winds could carry in aimless wanderlust. There were no goodbyes, no tears, sentimentality seemed overrated, slashing every word with letter T, sharp across the middle in crucification. Heartbreak is always a glass half full but she had left all behind including the glass, carrying only suitcase of memories.
She took a precarious turn passing the last ridge gathering the last of strength and there it stood The Wisdom Tree solitary and majestic in magnificence.
She approached in awe and stood beneath it where countless others have stood enduring the strenuous journey, rediscovering themselves in the process leaving their notes of sage in a box under the tree.
The blood throbbed coursing her veins feeling the energy, light and universal love; Strength in weakness, endurance in resistance, lessons in rocks and knocks while the road curved with new hope each day.
Three words were scribbled on a piece of paper, folded once, twice, triad. She dropped it in the box.
Life is beautiful.
Written by Layla
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Away
Asystole is such a lonely sound
As I watched you slip away
Emptiness came crashing down
Words are too hard to say
How do I tell the one’s I love
I pray for strength for today
Cause tomorrow I’ll just drink it away
It’s the first sunrise without you
All decisions are way too much
Can’t find a reason, I don’t have a clue
I screamed your name in affray
How can I go on, I feel so hopeless
Maybe I’ll stop at the church to pray
Or sit here on these steps and just drink it away
Today is the day, I’ll lay you to rest
I asked God why He took you away
My body and soul is so obsessed
A single rose, one last time to pray
As the tears fills my eyes
When they lower you in that Georgia clay
The darkness will overcome, I’ll just drink it away
Just drink it away
Little by little the pain will lead me astray
Just drink it away
You were my forever now the past is all I have... after today
As I watched you slip away
Emptiness came crashing down
Words are too hard to say
How do I tell the one’s I love
I pray for strength for today
Cause tomorrow I’ll just drink it away
It’s the first sunrise without you
All decisions are way too much
Can’t find a reason, I don’t have a clue
I screamed your name in affray
How can I go on, I feel so hopeless
Maybe I’ll stop at the church to pray
Or sit here on these steps and just drink it away
Today is the day, I’ll lay you to rest
I asked God why He took you away
My body and soul is so obsessed
A single rose, one last time to pray
As the tears fills my eyes
When they lower you in that Georgia clay
The darkness will overcome, I’ll just drink it away
Just drink it away
Little by little the pain will lead me astray
Just drink it away
You were my forever now the past is all I have... after today
Written by buddydog
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Bookmarks & innuendo
a swallow leaves as pages of palm trees brown.
hardly drinking, the sopping fish
no longer around.
It’s winter now upon subtle grounds
and swallowing difficult when one has that
itch and feel that we might be missing something.
Bookmarked the uncertainty, the mainstay
we do despite the weather,
friends are left behind. Invite to come along
creates a journey of slow to no growth
and hence to feather in between the pages.
Still
There’s the climate and climate change ----
Relationships,
reciprocal warmth
saliva worn stamps
curling off of the
empty envelopes.
Beside the point?
Point is. . .
Education
Indoctrination
Maturation
Preservation
Montage - Collage
& Perservation…………
The personal journey
is to no where special
but somewhere
beyond
our selves.
Green pages sprout and spring
all the books returned
Bookmarks removed
still remind
us of how far we’ve traveled.
Trust me,
You will know
the when
the how
the before and after. . .
However,
the why
perhaps
Is an eternal path
buried somewhere
within inuendos
of the Living Tome's
pages.
Sometimes
I wish I had
bookmarked
those
damn
places.
Written by Tallen
(earth_empath)
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Anonymous
The Bygone (E)Ra (Re)Turns...A FireEye
a chirpy rhythmic
sparrowy koel
(she was)
in a rare naturalistic flair
and, in blue print nylons. those mini florals
a matching locket dangled . timidly metallous
devoid of blues (was she)
her eyes lit
as she looked upon Ra
(like everbefore)
who, a clumped mass
immobilized
by its conceptions
of obsoleted self
to her
the Ra was Soulflame
burning endlessly zealous
Ra, reminiscing
through its bloated vagueness pockets
greened gangrenes
weighed itself down
in strangulating blockades
not an illumination until distant visions
doomed times in marching strides
a reducing matchstick
abrased its solid graphitic stamps
and choking smogs
over its ashen nothingness
it needed to starve in stringent constrictions
to be fusing its spaces from within and between
to be gotten kissing stuck in purposed strongholds kicking forward
each segmental cell danced n-directions
a lightning centipede but paced smooth
much differently from shelled slimy snail
indecipherably penetrating fire
of mingled singularity
Written by summultima
(uma)
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Icarus' Last Wish
When Icarus
- prudent Daedalus' restive son -
having flown too close to the sun,
was descending to an unfortunate but certain death,
his fast approaching demise did not even cross his mind...
Burning down through thin clouds
a single thought obsessed him:
Would he ever, and how,
get to fly again...
- prudent Daedalus' restive son -
having flown too close to the sun,
was descending to an unfortunate but certain death,
his fast approaching demise did not even cross his mind...
Burning down through thin clouds
a single thought obsessed him:
Would he ever, and how,
get to fly again...
Written by takis1917
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עִמָּנוּאֵל
I was hesitant to
step onto the light
I was the fear
itself from within
but I buried it well
with the fearless veneer
and drowned me
in a quicksand
staring at a rope
over my head
time to time
you get a nudge
to your toes
lifting you up
still, you refuse
to grab the rope
because
you tremble at
the voices inside
they try to convince
an escape doesn’t
come this easy
they try to take
you to the bottom
saying the true
escape is there
but it keeps
nudging you
levitating you
and finally, you
grab the rope
with your
brokenness
weakness
wickedness
hopelessness
tiredness
and half closed eyes
and today, I’m not scared
of the darkness that ruined my days
with a strengthened heart, a faithful soul
a righteous spirit and I’m filled with hope
because,
עִמָּנוּאֵל Immanuel
God is with (us) me
_____________
עִמָּנוּאֵל
Immanuel
God is with us
Greek
step onto the light
I was the fear
itself from within
but I buried it well
with the fearless veneer
and drowned me
in a quicksand
staring at a rope
over my head
time to time
you get a nudge
to your toes
lifting you up
still, you refuse
to grab the rope
because
you tremble at
the voices inside
they try to convince
an escape doesn’t
come this easy
they try to take
you to the bottom
saying the true
escape is there
but it keeps
nudging you
levitating you
and finally, you
grab the rope
with your
brokenness
weakness
wickedness
hopelessness
tiredness
and half closed eyes
and today, I’m not scared
of the darkness that ruined my days
with a strengthened heart, a faithful soul
a righteous spirit and I’m filled with hope
because,
עִמָּנוּאֵל Immanuel
God is with (us) me
_____________
עִמָּנוּאֵל
Immanuel
God is with us
Greek
Written by dejure
(vick)
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TRAPPED IN A WORLD OF DARKNESS
As the sunshine slowly disappears from the skies only to be replace by the shadow of the darkness of night AS IT OVER TAKES THE DISTANCE SKIES, it is here within this very moment of space were there is no time my mind wonders and ponders, upon my most deepest thoughts that walks and travels through the stairways and chambers of my mind and heart and soul touching and pulling at the deepness of my silents with tears I cry in silence alone.
For as the darkness shades my life at this very moment within time and world it shifts my most inner thoughts to a feeling that grabs at my gut from deep within my mere spiritual soul of my souls, for I don't want to appear weak nor strong for bottom line I am only HUMAN AS A MAN, who has seen the darkness of hurt and pain with a deep feel of misery for we all have been there before once in our life and world.
When love changes as it isn't the same as it use to be in the beginning for you went from having sunshine to having darkness take over your life and world, but always remember these unspoken words what don't kill you only makes you that much stronger as an individual of heart and mind and body and spiritual soul even when DARKNESS FALLS.
For as the darkness shades my life at this very moment within time and world it shifts my most inner thoughts to a feeling that grabs at my gut from deep within my mere spiritual soul of my souls, for I don't want to appear weak nor strong for bottom line I am only HUMAN AS A MAN, who has seen the darkness of hurt and pain with a deep feel of misery for we all have been there before once in our life and world.
When love changes as it isn't the same as it use to be in the beginning for you went from having sunshine to having darkness take over your life and world, but always remember these unspoken words what don't kill you only makes you that much stronger as an individual of heart and mind and body and spiritual soul even when DARKNESS FALLS.
Written by Stoney223
(WOLF BAY33)
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