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Poetry competition CLOSED 19th June 2023 11:06pm
WINNER
Betty
Betty
RUNNER-UP:
tomgoonery
Pure violence
A Child's Sacrifice
The sickle in my little hand,
is sharp enough to cut flesh...
Down to the bone, if needed.
Sacrifices for the gods of the land!
Blood, to water the soil, and more.
I do it by the gods' command...
the earth cries out to me afresh.
They foolishly never heeded!
The sickle in my little hand...
is brought down on bound neck,
Snuffing a grown sinner's spark.
One who sinned against the land!
Now they perish, unto their core.
They die by the gods' command...
Insignificant as the puniest speck.
Now they dwell in the outer dark!
I lay the sickle upon the altar,
and paint the stone with blood...
Down to the soil, down deepest.
Drink deep, and never ever falter,
You gods beneath this stone alter!
Let every unbeliever, shudder...
their body's wine falls in flood.
The sinners perish, never to rest!
The gods rise, the sacrifice good.
is sharp enough to cut flesh...
Down to the bone, if needed.
Sacrifices for the gods of the land!
Blood, to water the soil, and more.
I do it by the gods' command...
the earth cries out to me afresh.
They foolishly never heeded!
The sickle in my little hand...
is brought down on bound neck,
Snuffing a grown sinner's spark.
One who sinned against the land!
Now they perish, unto their core.
They die by the gods' command...
Insignificant as the puniest speck.
Now they dwell in the outer dark!
I lay the sickle upon the altar,
and paint the stone with blood...
Down to the soil, down deepest.
Drink deep, and never ever falter,
You gods beneath this stone alter!
Let every unbeliever, shudder...
their body's wine falls in flood.
The sinners perish, never to rest!
The gods rise, the sacrifice good.
Written by CrazyPrincess_Chlo
(Chloe A. Harper-Ashton)
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Cauterized
Your sexy fucking arms
bulge against
the duct tape.
Sweat drips from your beard
and your passivity finally
levels the fuck up
as you apologize,
and I think this is the most
you’ve turned me on
in a hot minute.
A drop of blood
slides down the latex
body suit
stretched
like black sun
across my chest.
My nipples chafe against
the material.
I check the coals
on the brazier and
lay the long,
thin metal dowel
along it
until it glows
dull red.
Some sort of
banal shit falls from
your face as I turn slowly,
no longer a pert angel
ODing on Starbucks
in a New Orleans
airport;
but a dark goddess
hungry to balance
the universe.
(you’re my
fucking
universe)
And I am
not accepting
prayers
for mercy.
My tongue sneaks out
and touches
my red lower lip,
and my hair hangs
in a wet braid
down my
strong
back.
After all,
it takes some
deltoids
to shove a
dull edge
through
sinew.
Charred chest hair
lingers like burnt popcorn,
and I laugh a little,
because after
all of this bullshit
I’m going to have
to wash my hair
so the smell doesn’t stick.
But first.
You.
My universe.
Need balance.
More shit words
drip down your
chin
as I make
the same
strong eye contact
I do when I slide
over your cock
like a human condom
and push it in
with a grunt of exertion.
I grind my crotch
against your thigh,
dry hump your pain,
as your skin
sizzles and breaks
against me.
It’s beautiful
to see your white
lips mime my name
as hot agony rips
your guts open
It’s beautiful as
I pull the dowel out
and splash
us in an arching
spray of crimson
as I flick my wrist
to get the
chunks
of viscera off,
It’s beautiful to see
understanding
light up in your
dimming eyes.
I kiss your cheek
reverently
and lay the rod
back on
the brazier.
bulge against
the duct tape.
Sweat drips from your beard
and your passivity finally
levels the fuck up
as you apologize,
and I think this is the most
you’ve turned me on
in a hot minute.
A drop of blood
slides down the latex
body suit
stretched
like black sun
across my chest.
My nipples chafe against
the material.
I check the coals
on the brazier and
lay the long,
thin metal dowel
along it
until it glows
dull red.
Some sort of
banal shit falls from
your face as I turn slowly,
no longer a pert angel
ODing on Starbucks
in a New Orleans
airport;
but a dark goddess
hungry to balance
the universe.
(you’re my
fucking
universe)
And I am
not accepting
prayers
for mercy.
My tongue sneaks out
and touches
my red lower lip,
and my hair hangs
in a wet braid
down my
strong
back.
After all,
it takes some
deltoids
to shove a
dull edge
through
sinew.
Charred chest hair
lingers like burnt popcorn,
and I laugh a little,
because after
all of this bullshit
I’m going to have
to wash my hair
so the smell doesn’t stick.
But first.
You.
My universe.
Need balance.
More shit words
drip down your
chin
as I make
the same
strong eye contact
I do when I slide
over your cock
like a human condom
and push it in
with a grunt of exertion.
I grind my crotch
against your thigh,
dry hump your pain,
as your skin
sizzles and breaks
against me.
It’s beautiful
to see your white
lips mime my name
as hot agony rips
your guts open
It’s beautiful as
I pull the dowel out
and splash
us in an arching
spray of crimson
as I flick my wrist
to get the
chunks
of viscera off,
It’s beautiful to see
understanding
light up in your
dimming eyes.
I kiss your cheek
reverently
and lay the rod
back on
the brazier.
Written by Betty
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A Cage Unbarred
- A Cage Unbarred -
All along the road...
The crows gather in black clouds.
Vultures too, wherever they can!
The crosses stand tall,
Whilst those upon them wail...
Piles of skulls below their feet.
Blood upon the bones, pooled!
Like a bloated toad...
One who hurt me, in the crowds,
Of the dying in that hellish land!
That one tries to call,
Only for their voice to so fail...
As I smile, when our eyes meet.
By deceivers I cannot be fooled!
I say unto that soul...
Can you guess, my truest name?
They get it wrong, once again,
Begging for mercy, to console.
I drive the nails in deeper still,
Causing more of their blood...
To upon the skulls below, spill.
They burst into flames and soot!
Leaving the cross charred,
From the burning soul, marred.
Nothing left for the death birds,
Only sad and desperate words!
And a cage unbarred.
All along the road...
The crows gather in black clouds.
Vultures too, wherever they can!
The crosses stand tall,
Whilst those upon them wail...
Piles of skulls below their feet.
Blood upon the bones, pooled!
Like a bloated toad...
One who hurt me, in the crowds,
Of the dying in that hellish land!
That one tries to call,
Only for their voice to so fail...
As I smile, when our eyes meet.
By deceivers I cannot be fooled!
I say unto that soul...
Can you guess, my truest name?
They get it wrong, once again,
Begging for mercy, to console.
I drive the nails in deeper still,
Causing more of their blood...
To upon the skulls below, spill.
They burst into flames and soot!
Leaving the cross charred,
From the burning soul, marred.
Nothing left for the death birds,
Only sad and desperate words!
And a cage unbarred.
Written by Kou_Indigo
(Karam L. Parveen-Ashton)
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The Lucky People
Full moon
Wolf totem
Nocturnal Naguals
Unleashed beast within
Track stalk prowl
Taboo
dining monkey meat
Monkey see
Monkey Chew
Rend flesh flaked
Devoured organs
Delightful delicacies
Maimed limbs creaking
Terrified eyes
Faded light
Ears pricked
Sharply seeking
Faint hearts faintly beating
Gasping
Gasping
Minds scarcely conceiving
Shadowed shaded monsters
Animals
Dogs
Mongrels
Freely
Fine dining
Or so it seems
Written by Carpe_Noctem
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Electric Chair Blues
Condemned in a whisper
Charged with denial
Feared within reason;
unaccompanied rile
To reach vacillations before they amend
Creating a victim;
explaining the end
Reaching absoluteness to terminate the guise
Enhancing the pleasures of my torturous demise
My innocence is threatened by one final closure
For exhorting the switch releases composure
Victory is born to those who conclude
Voltage of fury; no blood to exude
Interrogated;
wanting what is harboured in my brain
Persecuted;
ending a chapter of your pain
Conspiracy to murder;
reconciling their prediction
Sealing the bind to ascertain my conviction
Justification was tempted by limited persuasion
Immolation;
a masquerade of pneumonic invasion
Thine innocence? Behest, an inquiry- rejected
Without ramifications, to death I’m subjected
While volatile outrage permits to this crime
Weary and ill-mannered; I’m biding my time
Be still whilst the innocent vow to avenge
Freeing my spirit; the ultimate revenge
Feared immortality? The consciousness within
The switch has been pulled
I’m written in sin
Charged with denial
Feared within reason;
unaccompanied rile
To reach vacillations before they amend
Creating a victim;
explaining the end
Reaching absoluteness to terminate the guise
Enhancing the pleasures of my torturous demise
My innocence is threatened by one final closure
For exhorting the switch releases composure
Victory is born to those who conclude
Voltage of fury; no blood to exude
Interrogated;
wanting what is harboured in my brain
Persecuted;
ending a chapter of your pain
Conspiracy to murder;
reconciling their prediction
Sealing the bind to ascertain my conviction
Justification was tempted by limited persuasion
Immolation;
a masquerade of pneumonic invasion
Thine innocence? Behest, an inquiry- rejected
Without ramifications, to death I’m subjected
While volatile outrage permits to this crime
Weary and ill-mannered; I’m biding my time
Be still whilst the innocent vow to avenge
Freeing my spirit; the ultimate revenge
Feared immortality? The consciousness within
The switch has been pulled
I’m written in sin
Written by Everavalon
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Fire Power
It’s an obsession
But it’s a God Damn given right like it’s self-expression
And the heavier the fire power the better the gore
There’s a score to settle with the utmost ferocious aggression
The more rounds the more damage it can do
The sick fuck has been dreaming of blood and horror
He wants the bullets to pierce flesh and bone, heart and soul
The sick fuck wants to hear children screaming in terror
It’s his God Damned given right for fuck sake
The bigger the bullet the wider the open chest cavity
He has a lust for big spatter, of tissue, of muscle and brain matter
The sick fuck is drunk with cruelty and inhumane depravity
But don’t you know its his constitutional right
He can bear his arms and set off alarms whenever he wants to
The sick fuck wants to play soldier but only take innocent lives
And if you get in his way, you’ll feel the spray of his bullets too
And once he’s severed a head or concaved a face
The reality and the cowardice begin to settle in
He won’t deal with the truth and consequences
So he puts a bullet in his head when he’s all boxed in
Meanwhile in hell…
The devil and his demons are waiting for this sick fuck
They’ll welcome him with open arms for all these wrongs
What the dumbass doesn’t know is that for eternity
The demons will rape his ass with cactus prickly dongs
Written by wallyroo92
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Sadomasochistic
Tied to the chair
he awaited the scourge!
The chains weighed on the ankles.
The other asked:
Do you want to be flogged all night?
You want me to hit you with it until you bleed?
He was waiting for the scourge!
He craved the lash!
His eyes begged for pain.
Tied to the chair
he awaited the scourge!
Desire weighed heavily on his shoulders.
Yes, hit me, give me the pleasure of pain.
The other brandished the whip
and simply said: No!
PAR
he awaited the scourge!
The chains weighed on the ankles.
The other asked:
Do you want to be flogged all night?
You want me to hit you with it until you bleed?
He was waiting for the scourge!
He craved the lash!
His eyes begged for pain.
Tied to the chair
he awaited the scourge!
Desire weighed heavily on his shoulders.
Yes, hit me, give me the pleasure of pain.
The other brandished the whip
and simply said: No!
PAR
Written by PAR
(PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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Blasphemy
Take a minute and reflect
Here we go
Shove it down
I killed my shadow
For a moment in the spotlight
I killed my shadow
For just a fucking minute
with the microphone
It's been a long time that no one has talked
About everything we know we need to talk about
But y'all be lying
It's been a while, but I can still remember
The last minute you still haven't checked
To see if I'm alive
Shove it down my throat
I killed my shadow
for a moment in the spotlight
I killed my shadow
For just a minute
with the microphone
Trying to scare the scarecrow, silly boy
I've bled a thousand tears and you strap me to the tree
Hm, allow me to interject, I've come from nothing
But today will be the day I take everything
Including that hammer, close your eyes
This is gonna hurt, silly boy
Shove it down my throat
and ask me to curl my tongue
Rules and rules and laws and feelings
I want to burn down all of the kingdoms
It's hard to tell when you're good
When you're evil, when you're nothing
When you're everything, until you
Shove it down my throat
and ask me to curl my tongue
I never chose the life you critique me on
But here I am, on my kness
Begging for redemption
Fuck you
And your god
- Jesus
Here we go
Shove it down
I killed my shadow
For a moment in the spotlight
I killed my shadow
For just a fucking minute
with the microphone
It's been a long time that no one has talked
About everything we know we need to talk about
But y'all be lying
It's been a while, but I can still remember
The last minute you still haven't checked
To see if I'm alive
Shove it down my throat
I killed my shadow
for a moment in the spotlight
I killed my shadow
For just a minute
with the microphone
Trying to scare the scarecrow, silly boy
I've bled a thousand tears and you strap me to the tree
Hm, allow me to interject, I've come from nothing
But today will be the day I take everything
Including that hammer, close your eyes
This is gonna hurt, silly boy
Shove it down my throat
and ask me to curl my tongue
Rules and rules and laws and feelings
I want to burn down all of the kingdoms
It's hard to tell when you're good
When you're evil, when you're nothing
When you're everything, until you
Shove it down my throat
and ask me to curl my tongue
I never chose the life you critique me on
But here I am, on my kness
Begging for redemption
Fuck you
And your god
- Jesus
Written by Results_May_Vary
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Shameless guilt
A big, corpulent fellow
Still wearing his Service uniform
On TV shedding tears,
Pleading for people to help
Find his wife, gone missing for two weeks.
He helped with the search party
Helen, a dear friend of hers, was part of it
Turns out she'd helped him cut Mary's body to pieces
Make her disappear
So they could enjoy a life of bliss.
Still wearing his Service uniform
On TV shedding tears,
Pleading for people to help
Find his wife, gone missing for two weeks.
He helped with the search party
Helen, a dear friend of hers, was part of it
Turns out she'd helped him cut Mary's body to pieces
Make her disappear
So they could enjoy a life of bliss.
Written by robert43041
(Viking)
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Haptic Feedbacks
I like the little haptic feedbacks you give,
The eeks and ows, as your life drains like a sieve,
The pained groans and sighs
From one who hasn't said their goodbyes,
If I said I didn't enjoy this, that'd be one of many lies.
The convulsions and noises, as with tools, I poke and prod,
Beaming with kvell to play god,
To the top, I have clawed,
Knowing on your bones, animals will have gnawed.
The smell of singeing flesh,
The cuts, and carvings with a knife so fresh,
Messages left behind, before I zealously deflesh,
Maggots and worms to feed upon your carcass,
It's alright, you couldn't even tell your elbow from your ass,
In the dim, dark, velvety, darkness.
Leaving you in the dirt to be caked with mud,
Checking off my death queue, and drained all your blood,
To be used in paintings and sculptures, you dud.
The eeks and ows, as your life drains like a sieve,
The pained groans and sighs
From one who hasn't said their goodbyes,
If I said I didn't enjoy this, that'd be one of many lies.
The convulsions and noises, as with tools, I poke and prod,
Beaming with kvell to play god,
To the top, I have clawed,
Knowing on your bones, animals will have gnawed.
The smell of singeing flesh,
The cuts, and carvings with a knife so fresh,
Messages left behind, before I zealously deflesh,
Maggots and worms to feed upon your carcass,
It's alright, you couldn't even tell your elbow from your ass,
In the dim, dark, velvety, darkness.
Leaving you in the dirt to be caked with mud,
Checking off my death queue, and drained all your blood,
To be used in paintings and sculptures, you dud.
Written by Orc_Pirate_68
(Sabrina Kirk-Caldwell)
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