Poetry competition CLOSED 26th February 2024 9:03pm
WINNER
Bluevelvete
Bluevelvete
RUNNER-UP:
Kou_Indigo
Fear and Self-loathing in Poetryville
Anonymous
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The Unchecked
I sometimes wish I was like you.
Free and untethered to any conscience.
Void of external consequences.
Churning the internal maelstrom into my favour at will.
Scratching at the seams of a reality that everyone accepts but doesn’t realise.
Then I wouldn’t have the chance to feel so hopeless about it.
I wouldn’t trace my steps back into the past.
I wouldn’t be wearing the collar.
I wouldn’t be the one trapped in a cage probing the air outside it for clues or pleasures.
I wouldn’t be on the sidelines watching the world fuck away the last of its common sense.
I would be part of a greater machine enamouring, loss, pity, and guilt, in its various forms until all that remains is a mortal shell of a person without the heart or stomach for it.
Free and untethered to any conscience.
Void of external consequences.
Churning the internal maelstrom into my favour at will.
Scratching at the seams of a reality that everyone accepts but doesn’t realise.
Then I wouldn’t have the chance to feel so hopeless about it.
I wouldn’t trace my steps back into the past.
I wouldn’t be wearing the collar.
I wouldn’t be the one trapped in a cage probing the air outside it for clues or pleasures.
I wouldn’t be on the sidelines watching the world fuck away the last of its common sense.
I would be part of a greater machine enamouring, loss, pity, and guilt, in its various forms until all that remains is a mortal shell of a person without the heart or stomach for it.
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Exsanguinate
Hugging myself
in pure hatred
Applying pressure
right where raw awareness
stabs daggers
over
and
over
Blood spills,
caressing my wounds
in liquid warmth
and just the way
I love
to bleed
in pure hatred
Applying pressure
right where raw awareness
stabs daggers
over
and
over
Blood spills,
caressing my wounds
in liquid warmth
and just the way
I love
to bleed
Written by Bluevelvete
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Rouge
I got out of bed around two
And walked naked to the bathroom
I turned on the shower too hot
And underneath the stream
My skin turned fiery
I just didn’t want to be blue anymore
And walked naked to the bathroom
I turned on the shower too hot
And underneath the stream
My skin turned fiery
I just didn’t want to be blue anymore
Written by Isgyppie_
(L.C. McQuillen)
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Anonymous
Related submission no longer exists.
A decaying soul
I’m down, I’m broken
I’m tattered, decayed
I’m worn, I’m tired
I’m lonely, concaved
I’m weak, I’m lurid
I’m cold, untamed
I’m empty, I’m tainted
I’m lost, delayed
I’m small, I’m malting
I’m taunted, afraid
I’m chained, I’m naked
soulless, depraved
I’m tattered, decayed
I’m worn, I’m tired
I’m lonely, concaved
I’m weak, I’m lurid
I’m cold, untamed
I’m empty, I’m tainted
I’m lost, delayed
I’m small, I’m malting
I’m taunted, afraid
I’m chained, I’m naked
soulless, depraved
Written by Kinkwizard_95
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The deed tree
From angles to tangled limbs
It speaks to me
Silhouetted and souless
Half buried rusted iron at its feet
By clay muddied waters
Pooling brown - gray
Sometimes it's pointing
Other times beckons the rain
Always with a ragged face
Deed tree, I understand
It happened
I'm sorry
Written by Jezkeebs
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Thank you so much to all the extremely talented poets who entered. Your words were utterly exquisite and breathtaking. I decided, in the end, that bluevelvete, Kou_Indigo, and Northern_Soul were the best examples of what I was looking for regarding the theme of the competition and they really reached into me and touched my soul with their visceral, evocative words. Bravo to all who submitted work, and thank you so much for giving me the chance to read such incredible writing. Love to all. :)
Anonymous
Congrats to all 🥳
