Poetry competition CLOSED 26th March 2012 11:47pm
WINNER
BleedingInferno219 (Kristyn Ashley.)
BleedingInferno219 (Kristyn Ashley.)
RUNNERS-UP:
diddi
and cjmshadow
How well do you know yourself?
Stripy
Potential
But nothing substantial;
A common romantic,
A tragic creative,
A skeleton perky,
A mannequin quirky,
Melo-dramatic,
Colour fanatic.
Long draping hair,
Snow white soft skin,
Fingernails battering keys,
Pink knuckles skimmed.
Scars from defending,
Mending, denting and bee stings;
Sending but a magic
Chill through your screen.
Eyeliner draped across,
Open bush baby lids,
Socks don't warm my ankles,
Similar colours.
Stripy top,
AM I A ZEBRA?
A pretty small one,
That has feet?
Cheek bones stuck out,
Eye sockets dug out,
Fat lips,
Freckles scattered,
Short; and few remaining lashes.
Heart a crater,
Lungs inflated,
Then deflated,
Yes I'm living!
Perfect vision,
Blue morphed into,
Seven brighter shades of grey,
Eyes blessed but depressed,
With the summers dull array.
As I look back to the mirror,
The narrator, descriptor;
Knows nothing of herself,
Just visual intentions,
Of all of which she mentions,
And insanity beyond your maturity.
Potential
But nothing substantial;
A common romantic,
A tragic creative,
A skeleton perky,
A mannequin quirky,
Melo-dramatic,
Colour fanatic.
Long draping hair,
Snow white soft skin,
Fingernails battering keys,
Pink knuckles skimmed.
Scars from defending,
Mending, denting and bee stings;
Sending but a magic
Chill through your screen.
Eyeliner draped across,
Open bush baby lids,
Socks don't warm my ankles,
Similar colours.
Stripy top,
AM I A ZEBRA?
A pretty small one,
That has feet?
Cheek bones stuck out,
Eye sockets dug out,
Fat lips,
Freckles scattered,
Short; and few remaining lashes.
Heart a crater,
Lungs inflated,
Then deflated,
Yes I'm living!
Perfect vision,
Blue morphed into,
Seven brighter shades of grey,
Eyes blessed but depressed,
With the summers dull array.
As I look back to the mirror,
The narrator, descriptor;
Knows nothing of herself,
Just visual intentions,
Of all of which she mentions,
And insanity beyond your maturity.
Inane getaways
I'd walk as if I were blank,
though my every step will
leave bloodstains behind it, I know.
I'd speak as if i were blank,
my thoughts long and lost
have abandoned morality, I know.
My words, reminiscent of
memories, often find small,
inane getaways but you don't
know how to read them, I know.
I'd walk as if I were blank,
though my every step will
leave bloodstains behind it, I know.
I'd speak as if i were blank,
my thoughts long and lost
have abandoned morality, I know.
My words, reminiscent of
memories, often find small,
inane getaways but you don't
know how to read them, I know.
opheliac said:Inane getaways
I'd walk as if I were blank,
though my every step will
leave bloodstains behind it, I know.
I'd speak as if i were blank,
my thoughts long and lost
have abandoned morality, I know.
My words, reminiscent of
memories, often find small,
inane getaways but you don't
know how to read them, I know.
Wow! :)
I'd walk as if I were blank,
though my every step will
leave bloodstains behind it, I know.
I'd speak as if i were blank,
my thoughts long and lost
have abandoned morality, I know.
My words, reminiscent of
memories, often find small,
inane getaways but you don't
know how to read them, I know.
Wow! :)
Front
Out here it is organic
All natural, but fake
This is just a shell
5 parts this, one part you
precise, measured and able
yes that single part
potent and true
which can not be seen
but, only spoken
through honest lips
here is where you are
locked away
wrapped in chain
Behind the flesh and blood
You can feel it, can’t you?
yes this husk
is exquisite
its curves memorizing
it attracts
the buzzing flies
that fester lust
but, yet molded
by towering monopolies
injecting social narcotics
into the minds of society
No, this not...
you...
peel away the physical
fraud that is your cloak
reveal thy self
to me, to the world
lets gaze upon them
from our inner eyes
let them see the glow
and the spectrum of desire
that you only speak of
alone...
let them feel
the truth of thorns
pricking the outer shell
mutter the wants, the needs
that have yet to be poisoned
by societies posted order
let them smell blood
of the free and tangible
yes, reveal thy self
let them gaze, smell, hear and feel
you...
Out here it is organic
All natural, but fake
This is just a shell
5 parts this, one part you
precise, measured and able
yes that single part
potent and true
which can not be seen
but, only spoken
through honest lips
here is where you are
locked away
wrapped in chain
Behind the flesh and blood
You can feel it, can’t you?
yes this husk
is exquisite
its curves memorizing
it attracts
the buzzing flies
that fester lust
but, yet molded
by towering monopolies
injecting social narcotics
into the minds of society
No, this not...
you...
peel away the physical
fraud that is your cloak
reveal thy self
to me, to the world
lets gaze upon them
from our inner eyes
let them see the glow
and the spectrum of desire
that you only speak of
alone...
let them feel
the truth of thorns
pricking the outer shell
mutter the wants, the needs
that have yet to be poisoned
by societies posted order
let them smell blood
of the free and tangible
yes, reveal thy self
let them gaze, smell, hear and feel
you...
MrAlptraum said:[quote-71128-opheliac]Inane getaways
I'd walk as if I were blank,
though my every step will
leave bloodstains behind it, I know.
I'd speak as if i were blank,
my thoughts long and lost
have abandoned morality, I know.
My words, reminiscent of
memories, often find small,
inane getaways but you don't
know how to read them, I know.
Wow! :)[/quote]
I'd walk as if I were blank,
though my every step will
leave bloodstains behind it, I know.
I'd speak as if i were blank,
my thoughts long and lost
have abandoned morality, I know.
My words, reminiscent of
memories, often find small,
inane getaways but you don't
know how to read them, I know.
Wow! :)[/quote]
You want to be me
You think I know exactly how to be me
But what you dont know is that
Anytime you're with me
I want to ask you how you see me
cos I barely know me
I dont think I'm bizzarre
But I dont think I'm ordinary
I'm curious
And I can be extremely hillarious
But sadness' an essential part of me
I'M UNSTABLE!!
Does this really describe me?
Yes,it does
If not,then tell me
How else can I describe me
When I dont even know me
You think I know exactly how to be me
But what you dont know is that
Anytime you're with me
I want to ask you how you see me
cos I barely know me
I dont think I'm bizzarre
But I dont think I'm ordinary
I'm curious
And I can be extremely hillarious
But sadness' an essential part of me
I'M UNSTABLE!!
Does this really describe me?
Yes,it does
If not,then tell me
How else can I describe me
When I dont even know me
Anonymous
I am the me-
that I'd love as a friend-
Know how to get dirty and
fight til the end-
Will not blend.
I am the me that I'd love to date-
I have great taste in flowers-
and can make normal fade.
I am the me-that I'd want as a lover-
Curious, outgoing-
A Hot Mother fucker!
Dating me would sure be great
So I guess I will
Just Masterbate-!!!
LMAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
that I'd love as a friend-
Know how to get dirty and
fight til the end-
Will not blend.
I am the me that I'd love to date-
I have great taste in flowers-
and can make normal fade.
I am the me-that I'd want as a lover-
Curious, outgoing-
A Hot Mother fucker!
Dating me would sure be great
So I guess I will
Just Masterbate-!!!
LMAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
mikimoondancer said:I am the me-
that I'd love as a friend-
Know how to get dirty and
fight til the end-
Will not blend.
I am the me that I'd love to date-
I have great taste in flowers-
and can make normal fade.
I am the me-that I'd want as a lover-
Curious, outgoing-
A Hot Mother fucker!
Dating me would sure be great
So I guess I will
Just Masterbate-!!!
LMAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
that I'd love as a friend-
Know how to get dirty and
fight til the end-
Will not blend.
I am the me that I'd love to date-
I have great taste in flowers-
and can make normal fade.
I am the me-that I'd want as a lover-
Curious, outgoing-
A Hot Mother fucker!
Dating me would sure be great
So I guess I will
Just Masterbate-!!!
LMAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anonymous
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::Enigma::
That ‘well’ is unfathomable for me,
Which for many others may be very negligible,
I am who I am, still often I ask to myself, Who am I?
Do you ‘know’ who I am?
Even if you do, your ‘know’ is a different one from mine,
My ‘know’ is what I think I had ‘known’,
That may be just a hypothetical assumption
Or a doubtful case of terribly mistaken,
Or may be only an illusory conception,
Or only a self-appealing notion..
Whatever ‘known’ about self,
I am unlearning to be ‘unknown’,
For what is in me, is still an enigma,
I do try to unravel the inner persona..
Sometimes find as curious as a playful little child,
Sometimes find as mysterious as the one most ‘wanted’
Sometimes trying to be worldly logical like most men,
But almost all times in solitude heart garden so feminine,
Sometimes, feels like a bursting volcanic magma,
Sometimes, feels as cool as a succulent cucumber..
The only way is now to wait until fag-end December,
When just another year ruthlessly passes away,
Time merely seems monotonous each minute,
Exactly opposite, I feel myself new each moment,
Ceaseless self-exploration until last breath,
Is what my momentous lifetime take-away ..
That ‘well’ is unfathomable for me,
Which for many others may be very negligible,
I am who I am, still often I ask to myself, Who am I?
Do you ‘know’ who I am?
Even if you do, your ‘know’ is a different one from mine,
My ‘know’ is what I think I had ‘known’,
That may be just a hypothetical assumption
Or a doubtful case of terribly mistaken,
Or may be only an illusory conception,
Or only a self-appealing notion..
Whatever ‘known’ about self,
I am unlearning to be ‘unknown’,
For what is in me, is still an enigma,
I do try to unravel the inner persona..
Sometimes find as curious as a playful little child,
Sometimes find as mysterious as the one most ‘wanted’
Sometimes trying to be worldly logical like most men,
But almost all times in solitude heart garden so feminine,
Sometimes, feels like a bursting volcanic magma,
Sometimes, feels as cool as a succulent cucumber..
The only way is now to wait until fag-end December,
When just another year ruthlessly passes away,
Time merely seems monotonous each minute,
Exactly opposite, I feel myself new each moment,
Ceaseless self-exploration until last breath,
Is what my momentous lifetime take-away ..
What I Discover:
I've Never Met Me.
When Im Looking In The Mirror All I See,
Is Me Crying.
With The Wish Of Dieing.
I See Sorrow In My Eyes.
Because Of All The Lies.
You Think I Like Me?
Guess Again. I Wish I Never Came To Be.
I Fear The Past.
I Wish The Present Lasts.
Im Afraid Of My Heart.
But That Leads Me To My Art.
Im Afraid To Die.
I Cant Really Lie.
But I Wish I Would.
There's Many That Think I Should.
But There's A Side Of Me Who Belongs.
As For, I Am Strong.
Fuck The Rest,
I Think I Will Be The Best.
I've Come To Realize Who I Can Be.
There's Nothing But Just Simply Me.
I've Never Met Me.
When Im Looking In The Mirror All I See,
Is Me Crying.
With The Wish Of Dieing.
I See Sorrow In My Eyes.
Because Of All The Lies.
You Think I Like Me?
Guess Again. I Wish I Never Came To Be.
I Fear The Past.
I Wish The Present Lasts.
Im Afraid Of My Heart.
But That Leads Me To My Art.
Im Afraid To Die.
I Cant Really Lie.
But I Wish I Would.
There's Many That Think I Should.
But There's A Side Of Me Who Belongs.
As For, I Am Strong.
Fuck The Rest,
I Think I Will Be The Best.
I've Come To Realize Who I Can Be.
There's Nothing But Just Simply Me.
Anonymous
HOW WELL DO YOU KNOW YOURSELF?
I know I love you
I know how to be kind
Yet you demand cruelty
As a proof of my devotion
In return you want to be cruel to me
Yet you say you love me
You love me when I am screaming
You love me when I am moaning
Whether it is in pain or pleasure
So now the games begin
First the discipline
You must show that you can take orders
First we start small
I handcuff you to the bed
Blindfold you
Leave you to write
Until you are shouting from natures urges
You yell for food
You yell for water
You do not want to soil yourself
So I make you crawl
On your knees
To the washroom
Make you take a shower
Tie you up again
This goes on for days on end
A week of this has given you a psychosis
Oh, my dear, you did not know
My research background was in SENSORY DEPRIVATION
I was taught by the best
At McGill, by good old Hebb himself
So now you know I only like soft interrogation
I like to be kind to the people I deal with
I would not hurt you physically
For a moment
It is more effective to play with your mind
For I am cruel, but never unkind.
