Poetry competition CLOSED 21st May 2021 12:57pm
WINNER
Koro
Koro
RUNNERS-UP:
slipalong
and Razzerleaf
REGRETS
PLEASE KEEP IN MIND
PLEASE KEEP I MIND THAT IM A SIX YEAR OLD GIRL
PLEASE KEEP IN MIND MOMMY THAT U LET HIM INTO MY WORLD
HIS FINGERS VIOLATED ME...
HIS BREATH HAUNTED ME...
CRAWLING TO MY BED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT
I LET HIM TOUCH ME WITHOUT A FIGHT
PLEASE KEEP IN MIND I HAD A TWIN AND A BABY SIS TWO YEARS YOUNGER
MAYBE IF I LET HIM IT WILL CEASE HIS HUNGER
PLEASE KEEP IN MIND THAT IM A SIX YEAR OLD GIRL
WHERE WERE U DADDY
DOING DRUGS WITH FRIENDS IN THE CADDY
SCREAMING INSIDE HELP ME DADDY
HELP ME MOMMY
BUT U DONT SEE WHAT HE'S DOING TO ME
HE STOLE MY HONOR AND INNOCENCE
AND TODAY I HAVE JOB TO CONVINCE
THAT WHAT HAPPEND WHEN I WAS SIX
WAS HIS FAULT NOT MINE
MOMMY DID U NOT SEE THE BLOOD IN MY KNICKS
IT WAS THERE ALL THE TIME
AND IN MY MIND I WAS HOPING
THAT MY TWO SISTERS WERE COPING
AS I WAS DROWNING
IN THE SALIVA OF A SICK PERVERT
NOW I WAS THE DIRT
KEEP IN MIND I WAS SIX BUT U SAY I WAS THE FLIRT
HE WAS SUPPOSE TO PROTECT ME
U WERENT SUPPOSE TO NEGLECT ME
KEEP IN MIND I WAS SIX TRYNG TO BE A MOM OF TWO
U SAY HE DIED
THEN U SAY I LIED
HIS DEATH WILL NEVER BRING ME JUSTICE
WHAT HE DID TO ME WAS LUSTROUS
AND IM NO GOD SO DONT EXPECT ANY MERCY
I HOPE UR PAIN WAS AS BAD AS MINE
SMILING AT ME ALL THE TIME
I HOPE U CHOKED IN UR BLOOD
FOR ALL THE TIMES THAT U RUBBED
UR DICK AT MY EXPENSE
KARMA IS A BITCH BABY AND SHE TOOK REVENGE
PS: I HOPE THE DEVIL RAPES U ON THE DAILY
PLEASE KEEP IN MIND MOMMY THAT U LET HIM INTO MY WORLD
HIS FINGERS VIOLATED ME...
HIS BREATH HAUNTED ME...
CRAWLING TO MY BED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT
I LET HIM TOUCH ME WITHOUT A FIGHT
PLEASE KEEP IN MIND I HAD A TWIN AND A BABY SIS TWO YEARS YOUNGER
MAYBE IF I LET HIM IT WILL CEASE HIS HUNGER
PLEASE KEEP IN MIND THAT IM A SIX YEAR OLD GIRL
WHERE WERE U DADDY
DOING DRUGS WITH FRIENDS IN THE CADDY
SCREAMING INSIDE HELP ME DADDY
HELP ME MOMMY
BUT U DONT SEE WHAT HE'S DOING TO ME
HE STOLE MY HONOR AND INNOCENCE
AND TODAY I HAVE JOB TO CONVINCE
THAT WHAT HAPPEND WHEN I WAS SIX
WAS HIS FAULT NOT MINE
MOMMY DID U NOT SEE THE BLOOD IN MY KNICKS
IT WAS THERE ALL THE TIME
AND IN MY MIND I WAS HOPING
THAT MY TWO SISTERS WERE COPING
AS I WAS DROWNING
IN THE SALIVA OF A SICK PERVERT
NOW I WAS THE DIRT
KEEP IN MIND I WAS SIX BUT U SAY I WAS THE FLIRT
HE WAS SUPPOSE TO PROTECT ME
U WERENT SUPPOSE TO NEGLECT ME
KEEP IN MIND I WAS SIX TRYNG TO BE A MOM OF TWO
U SAY HE DIED
THEN U SAY I LIED
HIS DEATH WILL NEVER BRING ME JUSTICE
WHAT HE DID TO ME WAS LUSTROUS
AND IM NO GOD SO DONT EXPECT ANY MERCY
I HOPE UR PAIN WAS AS BAD AS MINE
SMILING AT ME ALL THE TIME
I HOPE U CHOKED IN UR BLOOD
FOR ALL THE TIMES THAT U RUBBED
UR DICK AT MY EXPENSE
KARMA IS A BITCH BABY AND SHE TOOK REVENGE
PS: I HOPE THE DEVIL RAPES U ON THE DAILY
Written by SLYMBEKQUEEN
(BLAZE-QUEEN)
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No Excuses
The pellet hit your breast
and took my breath,
my mind followed a rising panic
of realisation, I had taken a life.
I had laid the breadcrumbs,
hid behind the garden wall
waited in silence as you landed,
lined the sight, squeezed the trigger
it was all my responsibility.
Your body was still warm
as I tried to revive you
soft like you were filled with water.
The colour of your beak
the clarity of your eyes
the perfect design of your feathers
all wasted by me.
I buried you in the garden
and made promises
I have kept.
The following year I saved
a fledgling thrush
from the mouth of a cat,
raised it on worms,
set it free when the weather
turned warm,
gave it back your life.
He only visited the garden
a few times,
but I kept looking.
Maybe he made new friends
or maybe the other birds told him
what I was really like.
and took my breath,
my mind followed a rising panic
of realisation, I had taken a life.
I had laid the breadcrumbs,
hid behind the garden wall
waited in silence as you landed,
lined the sight, squeezed the trigger
it was all my responsibility.
Your body was still warm
as I tried to revive you
soft like you were filled with water.
The colour of your beak
the clarity of your eyes
the perfect design of your feathers
all wasted by me.
I buried you in the garden
and made promises
I have kept.
The following year I saved
a fledgling thrush
from the mouth of a cat,
raised it on worms,
set it free when the weather
turned warm,
gave it back your life.
He only visited the garden
a few times,
but I kept looking.
Maybe he made new friends
or maybe the other birds told him
what I was really like.
Written by Razzerleaf
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Anonymous
Reget is a feeling you often get
when you dont wipe after a shet
tell me I'm wrong
Dont tell me I'm right
I want you in my bed to-nite
That sex was fulfilling
for my dong ding
it's not a doorbell
It's a heart string
I'm out on a fling
my heart does sing
Driving around showing the bling
I buy her a ring
She says" Are U crazie?"
Take it back and give me the money
honey
when you dont wipe after a shet
tell me I'm wrong
Dont tell me I'm right
I want you in my bed to-nite
That sex was fulfilling
for my dong ding
it's not a doorbell
It's a heart string
I'm out on a fling
my heart does sing
Driving around showing the bling
I buy her a ring
She says" Are U crazie?"
Take it back and give me the money
honey
Regret
I drove into the city to visit my son,
Those visits had become precious and few,
And all day long I had it in the back of my mind…
I wanted to tell him, let’s go visit grandpa too.
As the day wore on driving around town,
The hours just seemed to fly by,
I could have picked up the phone,
Even it if it was just say hi.
Looking back at that Saturday,
I could have made the effort to see my father,
It had been months since I saw him,
And for some reason I didn’t even bother…
I don’t know why I didn’t try,
I’m sure how I could have been so careless,
I knew he was sick all that time,
Still drinking I knew he was helpless.
Five days later when my phone rang,
I knew it in my heart before I heard the news,
In hindsight, I should have known better,
Now I carry a guilt I’ve been trying to reduce.
I should have listened to my instinct,
It’s the gut feeling I’ll never forget,
I should have had a better intuition,
Not making that call is the thing I’ll always regret.
Written by wallyroo92
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fear and loathing made by wishful w-nkers for
whistful wanderers to look, listen or remember.
Made by unrequited lovers heartbreak and aiming
to serve a stiff two fingers to the nasty
conscience police.
This is all the fun of the fair (and un-) as
recorded by chemical subconscious via: past
drama, 'new' self-historical scenarios and a deep
impediment to account, in acuracy, situational
encounterisms and delusions of persecutory predicuments
in passive agressing, self-destructive tune as
in hindsight - an habitual hindrence -
in the immediate time, a blessing.
Here we are heading down to Condemnation Street
for a bit of auld aural contradictive contraband,
and car boot soul searching from the 'heart' or
is it all in the head? Bric a Brac Bad-taste acculades
custom crafted by you with ridcule in mind. From the
finest purveyors of predjudice and irrational
excellence - go back in the mix to continue tripping
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and sliced with lashings of grim goodness.
Treating as nostaligia coated medicine for the
spiritually debauched. We aim to provide an
alternative to the hum drum of normal / corporate
contentment, chocked full of oddities, rarities
and a few classic joy and happiness killers..
...along with a whole heap of preconceptions
probably featuring the best future regrets that
you have yet to forumulate. Welcome to my world!
Thank you for tuning in to
Regrets Radio FM.
the regrets radio show made especially
for Dream Hunters, Bleak Freaks, Serious
Records Collectors and Enthusiasts across
the emotional rollacoaster of melancholic
memerable moments and special occasions a
pre-historic anthorboric procrastination.
DJ-Preists and general Muso Mentalists are
here crafting the show with love and longing,
fear and loathing made by wishful w-nkers for
whistful wanderers to look, listen or remember.
Made by unrequited lovers heartbreak and aiming
to serve a stiff two fingers to the nasty
conscience police.
This is all the fun of the fair (and un-) as
recorded by chemical subconscious via: past
drama, 'new' self-historical scenarios and a deep
impediment to account, in acuracy, situational
encounterisms and delusions of persecutory predicuments
in passive agressing, self-destructive tune as
in hindsight - an habitual hindrence -
in the immediate time, a blessing.
Here we are heading down to Condemnation Street
for a bit of auld aural contradictive contraband,
and car boot soul searching from the 'heart' or
is it all in the head? Bric a Brac Bad-taste acculades
custom crafted by you with ridcule in mind. From the
finest purveyors of predjudice and irrational
excellence - go back in the mix to continue tripping
the rejectional fandango.
Don't hesitate to wait as another heafty slice of
exstensive eccentric melange is served, chopped
and sliced with lashings of grim goodness.
Treating as nostaligia coated medicine for the
spiritually debauched. We aim to provide an
alternative to the hum drum of normal / corporate
contentment, chocked full of oddities, rarities
and a few classic joy and happiness killers..
...along with a whole heap of preconceptions
probably featuring the best future regrets that
you have yet to forumulate. Welcome to my world!
Thank you for tuning in to
Regrets Radio FM.
Written by SOPOETIC
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Alienation
Heading along this dreary road
carrying with me this heavy load,
no space for a needed u-turn
just days filled with time to burn.
Different day, same old way
clothed and fed, but now brain-dead.
Been on this road for many years
no emotion left for any tears,
Now I know how the hamster feels
forever turning those weary wheels.
Different day, same old way
clothed and fed, but now brain-dead.
There was a time, another way
but life just got in my way.
work, work, work
got to work to earn that pay.
Different day, same old way
clothed and fed, but now brain-dead.
Opportunities missed
Chances pissed,
there was a time, another way
but life just got in my way.
The me
that might have been,
died long ago
when I was green.
I should have listened
to my heart,
I see that now
too late to start.
carrying with me this heavy load,
no space for a needed u-turn
just days filled with time to burn.
Different day, same old way
clothed and fed, but now brain-dead.
Been on this road for many years
no emotion left for any tears,
Now I know how the hamster feels
forever turning those weary wheels.
Different day, same old way
clothed and fed, but now brain-dead.
There was a time, another way
but life just got in my way.
work, work, work
got to work to earn that pay.
Different day, same old way
clothed and fed, but now brain-dead.
Opportunities missed
Chances pissed,
there was a time, another way
but life just got in my way.
The me
that might have been,
died long ago
when I was green.
I should have listened
to my heart,
I see that now
too late to start.
Written by Koro
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Courage
Courage comes in many ways
some we see,
others hide, they steal our days.
A fight
a challenge
a tree to climb,
just be brave
take your time.
But threats appear
in subtle ways,
we do not see
their form for days,
years go by
we cannot see,
how much we lost
no longer free.
Should have walked away
not stay,
in situations
that make us pay,
in lives we lost
along the way.
Move on
we feel our heart to say,
but fear gets
in our way,
the devil we know
he makes us stay.
We'll never know
the lives we lost,
had we the courage
to leave the nest,
to take a risk to do what's right,
when we had the chance
to put it right.
Instead we chose
the easy option,
stick around and play it safe
needed comfort,
not escape.
But do not be too hard
on yourself for too long,
in the end
it's not our fault,
we needed somewhere to belong.
some we see,
others hide, they steal our days.
A fight
a challenge
a tree to climb,
just be brave
take your time.
But threats appear
in subtle ways,
we do not see
their form for days,
years go by
we cannot see,
how much we lost
no longer free.
Should have walked away
not stay,
in situations
that make us pay,
in lives we lost
along the way.
Move on
we feel our heart to say,
but fear gets
in our way,
the devil we know
he makes us stay.
We'll never know
the lives we lost,
had we the courage
to leave the nest,
to take a risk to do what's right,
when we had the chance
to put it right.
Instead we chose
the easy option,
stick around and play it safe
needed comfort,
not escape.
But do not be too hard
on yourself for too long,
in the end
it's not our fault,
we needed somewhere to belong.
Written by Koro
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Numb
This world, I can’t keep up
The only word: shut the fuck up
it makes me tired, I’m fed up
fakes all me, better locking me up
one expectation is another’s pain
keep going let all the bliss go in vain
the moment everything’s done seems insane
the you wish for an Angel from the astral plane
I can’t be what you want me to be
faithless, I’ll be lost in the rough seas
there’s nothing you can expect of me
can’t walk in your shoes, so let me be, please!!
holding on tight, you want control
freedom’s right, yet its not to be told
want me to fight, only with my soul
but it’s fear and flight, the body takes a toll!
can’t you see i am numb,
I’ll ignore the hums and drums
take it from me, you can’t feel the way I feel, so here it comes!
you want to be like the rest of you,
singing, dancing and prancing
watch me fall apart right in front of you, trying, crying and dying!!
This world is faithless
the people so clueless
it makes me so helpless
ignorance, nevertheless!
The world apart is falling
no, it’s not nature calling
it is the thorn that’s within
losing control, the fading begins
Life it seems to fade away
drifting further every day
getting lost within my true self
nothing matters there’s no one else
The only word: shut the fuck up
it makes me tired, I’m fed up
fakes all me, better locking me up
one expectation is another’s pain
keep going let all the bliss go in vain
the moment everything’s done seems insane
the you wish for an Angel from the astral plane
I can’t be what you want me to be
faithless, I’ll be lost in the rough seas
there’s nothing you can expect of me
can’t walk in your shoes, so let me be, please!!
holding on tight, you want control
freedom’s right, yet its not to be told
want me to fight, only with my soul
but it’s fear and flight, the body takes a toll!
can’t you see i am numb,
I’ll ignore the hums and drums
take it from me, you can’t feel the way I feel, so here it comes!
you want to be like the rest of you,
singing, dancing and prancing
watch me fall apart right in front of you, trying, crying and dying!!
This world is faithless
the people so clueless
it makes me so helpless
ignorance, nevertheless!
The world apart is falling
no, it’s not nature calling
it is the thorn that’s within
losing control, the fading begins
Life it seems to fade away
drifting further every day
getting lost within my true self
nothing matters there’s no one else
Written by XiaoLong
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I apologise for the wait. Choosing was difficult due to all the marvellous entries but the results are;
1. Alienation by Koro
2. Regrets by Slipalong
3. No Excuses by Razzerleaf
I would like to say that all entries were brilliant and we enjoyed reading them tremendously . Thank you very much for being with me in this competition. I hope to meet you all again in my next competition.
1. Alienation by Koro
2. Regrets by Slipalong
3. No Excuses by Razzerleaf
I would like to say that all entries were brilliant and we enjoyed reading them tremendously . Thank you very much for being with me in this competition. I hope to meet you all again in my next competition.
