Poetry competition CLOSED 28th December 2017 5:34pm
WINNER
Foxface (Aewyrn)
Foxface (Aewyrn)
RUNNERS-UP:
J_J_Jay_Jr
and snugglebuck
Raw Poetry
Anonymous
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Playing With Fire
He destroys everything in his wake
Not through the shattering of vases
Or the cracking of glass
But rather through blood and fear
Saturating the sound of his footsteps on the stairs
And spreading the ache of ice
Through my veins
"You need to realize, these problems follow you. It's your fault."
My cat hides when he sees him
Howls low and long
Just as I do when alone
He imprints his fists in the walls
And his spit on the sidewalk
Hopelessness wrenching sobs from my throat
"You aren't allowed to see your friends anymore. They're bad for you."
I learned the art of makeup
Just as I learned how silence would save me
But I never could just stand down
His anger was like a fire
Spreading and growing, growing
A quiet destruction and violence ruling
His mind and actions
"You make me want to drink myself into a ditch."
Bitch, whore, cunt,
Traitor, liar, asylum patient,
I love you, I hate you,
You're just like your mom,
Crazy, insane,
Bipolar, BPD, anxiety, depression,
Diagnosing me with every mental illness
To escape the blame his own knuckles had
"You better not come back."
Walking on eggshells,
Perfect scores, perfect grades,
Skipping meals, always polite,
Helpful, obedient, sweet,
Perfect,
To never upset the volcano
That slept in the room across from mine
The man that everyone in town thought was kind and generous
Even as the icicles formed in my eyes
And flames lit in my lungs
"You're out of control."
Nailing my window shut,
Removing the hinges on my door
Hand gripping my hair and dragging me
Along the floor
Holding my face to the wall as melted ice leaked
From my eyelashes
Blood seeping from my bottom lip
Bruises as dark as the circles
Under my eyes
On my arms, throat, jaw, legs, ribs
"You're a liar."
Six, giving a squirrel peanuts, laughing together
Eight, Valentine's Day, handing me a teddy bear and smiling
Ten, me grinning at him with a mouth full of Chinese food
Thirteen, him telling me how proud he was of me
Fifteen, neverending jokes, laughing and poking fun
Sixteen, 2AM bonfires, talking, crying, hugging, forgiving
"You're worthless."
Four, he hit my mother and broke the glass table
Five, he was single and rarely sober
Seven, he was never around
Nine, he didn't talk to me for three weeks because he thought I snuck a cookie
Eleven, the bruises started and fear found a home in my heart
Fourteen, I began to fight back, putting pride over comfort
Sixteen and a half, he locked the door, letting me sleep on the sidewalk in the stains of my own blood
Seventeen, I escaped
"You're dead to me."
What most didn't realize, or ever could,
Was that the person I feared most, hated most,
Was also the only one I truly loved, my best friend
He was my hero
Yet the day he held me down and laughed at my helplessness,
My anger, my tears
I spit in his face as he did to concrete
I realized I was no longer the gasoline to his fire
But water, ice,
The extinguisher to his devastation
While being the arsonist to his rage
"You're not my daughter."
Not through the shattering of vases
Or the cracking of glass
But rather through blood and fear
Saturating the sound of his footsteps on the stairs
And spreading the ache of ice
Through my veins
"You need to realize, these problems follow you. It's your fault."
My cat hides when he sees him
Howls low and long
Just as I do when alone
He imprints his fists in the walls
And his spit on the sidewalk
Hopelessness wrenching sobs from my throat
"You aren't allowed to see your friends anymore. They're bad for you."
I learned the art of makeup
Just as I learned how silence would save me
But I never could just stand down
His anger was like a fire
Spreading and growing, growing
A quiet destruction and violence ruling
His mind and actions
"You make me want to drink myself into a ditch."
Bitch, whore, cunt,
Traitor, liar, asylum patient,
I love you, I hate you,
You're just like your mom,
Crazy, insane,
Bipolar, BPD, anxiety, depression,
Diagnosing me with every mental illness
To escape the blame his own knuckles had
"You better not come back."
Walking on eggshells,
Perfect scores, perfect grades,
Skipping meals, always polite,
Helpful, obedient, sweet,
Perfect,
To never upset the volcano
That slept in the room across from mine
The man that everyone in town thought was kind and generous
Even as the icicles formed in my eyes
And flames lit in my lungs
"You're out of control."
Nailing my window shut,
Removing the hinges on my door
Hand gripping my hair and dragging me
Along the floor
Holding my face to the wall as melted ice leaked
From my eyelashes
Blood seeping from my bottom lip
Bruises as dark as the circles
Under my eyes
On my arms, throat, jaw, legs, ribs
"You're a liar."
Six, giving a squirrel peanuts, laughing together
Eight, Valentine's Day, handing me a teddy bear and smiling
Ten, me grinning at him with a mouth full of Chinese food
Thirteen, him telling me how proud he was of me
Fifteen, neverending jokes, laughing and poking fun
Sixteen, 2AM bonfires, talking, crying, hugging, forgiving
"You're worthless."
Four, he hit my mother and broke the glass table
Five, he was single and rarely sober
Seven, he was never around
Nine, he didn't talk to me for three weeks because he thought I snuck a cookie
Eleven, the bruises started and fear found a home in my heart
Fourteen, I began to fight back, putting pride over comfort
Sixteen and a half, he locked the door, letting me sleep on the sidewalk in the stains of my own blood
Seventeen, I escaped
"You're dead to me."
What most didn't realize, or ever could,
Was that the person I feared most, hated most,
Was also the only one I truly loved, my best friend
He was my hero
Yet the day he held me down and laughed at my helplessness,
My anger, my tears
I spit in his face as he did to concrete
I realized I was no longer the gasoline to his fire
But water, ice,
The extinguisher to his devastation
While being the arsonist to his rage
"You're not my daughter."
Written by Foxface
(Aewyrn)
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ABSTRACT IN HDR
I mean what I say exactly as I say
If I say that I like you
don't think I'm seducing you
Can't I say hello as hi as hello?
If I wrote you a haiku
don't think I'm flirting with you
I love to be friends for friendship sake
If I send you a photo
don't think I'm selling myself to you
I like a little bit of privacy, just like you
If I sound somewhat evasive
don't think that I'm decieving you
I like to have good conversation
If I talk about sex
don't think I want to be fuck on cam
I like you as a person who I can level with
and poem is the language that we both share
Showing you my face is painting our friendship
redefining the abstract in our relationship
I may not tell you everything, not in so many words
we have time, to peel each other's feel for each other
Sex is a topic, much like flowers and politics
and I know your brain is not tuck under a zipper
Don't seduce me
Don't flirt with me
Don't sell yourself
Don't deceive me
Ask
as I shall
Don't lie
Don't hide
Show me
as I shall
Don't be confused
follow my words
READ
I'm starting to fall
and I'm afraid
I'm beginning to think
that I shouldn't, so
STOP
And I'm talking to myself
just so you understand
I'm such a tease
but I know you heard me right
P.S.
Shall I take a pussy-selfie,
you know, I won't show you, right?
Now, you're smiling.
I can almost hear you whispering...
HDR
If I say that I like you
don't think I'm seducing you
Can't I say hello as hi as hello?
If I wrote you a haiku
don't think I'm flirting with you
I love to be friends for friendship sake
If I send you a photo
don't think I'm selling myself to you
I like a little bit of privacy, just like you
If I sound somewhat evasive
don't think that I'm decieving you
I like to have good conversation
If I talk about sex
don't think I want to be fuck on cam
I like you as a person who I can level with
and poem is the language that we both share
Showing you my face is painting our friendship
redefining the abstract in our relationship
I may not tell you everything, not in so many words
we have time, to peel each other's feel for each other
Sex is a topic, much like flowers and politics
and I know your brain is not tuck under a zipper
Don't seduce me
Don't flirt with me
Don't sell yourself
Don't deceive me
Ask
as I shall
Don't lie
Don't hide
Show me
as I shall
Don't be confused
follow my words
READ
I'm starting to fall
and I'm afraid
I'm beginning to think
that I shouldn't, so
STOP
And I'm talking to myself
just so you understand
I'm such a tease
but I know you heard me right
P.S.
Shall I take a pussy-selfie,
you know, I won't show you, right?
Now, you're smiling.
I can almost hear you whispering...
HDR
Written by OxyMoronicMe
(G.L.)
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CUM TURN ME ON
It’s better to give than to receive
It’s better to please than to be pleased
So baby doll get off your knees
And lay here down before me
Spread your leaves and unfurl your blossom
Like a flower welcoming the morning sun with wanton
The morning dew has painted you with dampness
As I tease with honey bee wings and butterfly kisses
With long hummingbird tongue I flick
Sweet nectar from you budding clit
Cum for me my beloved beauty
Cum for me in unbridled ecstasy
There is no greater turn-on
Than to make you cum
It’s better to give than to receive
It’s better to please than to be pleased
So baby doll get off your knees
And lay here down before me
Spread your leaves and unfurl your blossom
Like a flower welcoming the morning sun with wanton
The morning dew has painted you with dampness
As I tease with honey bee wings and butterfly kisses
With long hummingbird tongue I flick
Sweet nectar from you budding clit
Cum for me my beloved beauty
Cum for me in unbridled ecstasy
There is no greater turn-on
Than to make you cum
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Exploding Anger
Darling, forget all about soft words and actions
Because you are not here to please everyone
Else. Light up the sky like firework attractions.
You are not the one to always chase the sun
As you are like the storm, waiting just beyond
The clouds on the horizon. Nobody can stop
You or the heavy rain. The anger is in a pond
Beneath and inside of your soul with the top
Down. Do not worry about where you are
Going as long as you are going somewhere.
You are a meteor and not only a shooting star.
You are thunder and do not be afraid to scare
Yourself sometimes because you are not made
Of stained glass. You are meant to be shattered,
Broken and rebuilt. You are not meant to fade.
Your hands, bloodied, bruised and battered
From so much use after punching that wall
A thousand times. You cannot be brought
Down as you are always standing tall,
Something you were well-taught.
Because you are not here to please everyone
Else. Light up the sky like firework attractions.
You are not the one to always chase the sun
As you are like the storm, waiting just beyond
The clouds on the horizon. Nobody can stop
You or the heavy rain. The anger is in a pond
Beneath and inside of your soul with the top
Down. Do not worry about where you are
Going as long as you are going somewhere.
You are a meteor and not only a shooting star.
You are thunder and do not be afraid to scare
Yourself sometimes because you are not made
Of stained glass. You are meant to be shattered,
Broken and rebuilt. You are not meant to fade.
Your hands, bloodied, bruised and battered
From so much use after punching that wall
A thousand times. You cannot be brought
Down as you are always standing tall,
Something you were well-taught.
Written by eswaller
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Just sex
It was to be 'just sex'.
We agreed.
Nothing more.
Absolutely, nothing more.
Ever.
The plan was to fuck.
Period.
In all of its many manners.
In all of its myriad ways.
A complete scoring of the "Kama Sutra".
A total consummation of "101 Positions for Sex".
An exhaustive discharge of "365 Positions for Daily Sex".
A full-blown enactment of "Wild and Sexy".
Even a faithful fulfillment of "Position Sex Bible".
A most thorough mutual education on the wonders of sexual enjoyment.
To learn; to experience; to assimilate; to know.
Each to teach; to ask; to answer.
To share togeather the path to sexual understanding.
We agreed.
Anything goes.
Everything included.
No holding back.
No saying 'No".
Else, how would we gain the understanding we desired?
And, so, we began our journey.
A twisted, turning, curving, circling path to enlightenment.
We experienced,
Head to head.
Head to foot.
Front to front.
Front to back.
lying, standing, sitting, kneeling,
Petting, stroking, caressing, massaging.
Licking, nibbling, sucking, enjoying.
Fingering, gripping, probing, exploring.
Scratching, biting, spanking, arousing.
Seeing, smelling, tasting, touching.
Bed, sofa, chair, table, floor, shower, and on the counter.
Home, hotel, car, meadow, beach, and in the trees.
In the sand, in the water, in the grass, surrounded by flowers, and once amongst the ants.
In the light, in the dark, in the sun, in the wind, in the rain, in the mud, and in the snow.
Completely nude, half dressed, partly clothed, once attired for the theatre.
In private, in public view, in a group doing the same.
In a few seconds, in many minutes, over several hours.
Sometimes once, many times twice, and a few times several times.
Occasionally only she came, periodically only me, mostly both, sometimes one then the other, most often together.
And always, always enjoyable.
As we came to know each other's body,
We put everything into everywhere.
Mouth to mouth.
Tongue to tongue.
Sucking, nibbling and teasing.
Tongue to dick.
Cock to throat.
Licking, slurping, and sucking.
Tongue to clit.
Teeth to button.
Toying, fondling, nuzzling,
Mouth to cunt.
Lips to lips.
Sucking, souping, swallowing.
Mouths to breasts.
Tongues to nipples.
Tasting, suckling. relishing.
Hands to backs.
Fingers to shoulders.
Holding, hugging, connecting.
Chest to chest.
Breast to breast.
Embracing, rubbing, pressing,
Chest to back.
Hands to breasts.
Gripping, grabbing, seizing.
Body to body.
Crush to sweat.
Sliding, slithering, squirming.
Hands to penis.
Fingers to shaft.
Stroking, caressing, squeezing.
Hands to fannies.
Fingers to cheeks.
Clutching, crushing, clinching.
Hands to tushes.
Fingers to cleft.
Spanking, probing, smacking.
Thumbs to bottoms.
Fingers to asses.
Poking entering, plunging.
Hips to hips.
Pelvis to pelvis.
Grinding, bruising, smashing.
Hips to butt.
Penis to crack.
Rubbing, pushing, separating.
Penis to cunt.
Tip to lips.
Stoking, parting, penetrating.
Penis to ass.
Glans to rectum.
Pressing, forcing, invading.
Precum to lubricate.
Juices to welcome.
Moistening, flowing, flooding.
Driving into her tightening.
Thrusting into her contracting.
My ejaculating into her gushing.
Wriggling, writhing, convulsing.
Squeezing, holding, hugging.
Sharing, joining, merging.
It was during these most intimate moments,
Shared over a year's time.
That something more developed.
On the anniversary of our agreement,
that there would be nothing more.
More came over us.
As we lay.
Body to body.
Mouths to ears.
Whispering, murmuring, and confiding.
As we shared.
Thoughts to thoughts.
Feelings to feelings.
Words, understanding, and caring.
There developed.
Love.
Which was followed by.
Proposing, accepting, and wedding.
We agreed.
Nothing more.
Absolutely, nothing more.
Ever.
The plan was to fuck.
Period.
In all of its many manners.
In all of its myriad ways.
A complete scoring of the "Kama Sutra".
A total consummation of "101 Positions for Sex".
An exhaustive discharge of "365 Positions for Daily Sex".
A full-blown enactment of "Wild and Sexy".
Even a faithful fulfillment of "Position Sex Bible".
A most thorough mutual education on the wonders of sexual enjoyment.
To learn; to experience; to assimilate; to know.
Each to teach; to ask; to answer.
To share togeather the path to sexual understanding.
We agreed.
Anything goes.
Everything included.
No holding back.
No saying 'No".
Else, how would we gain the understanding we desired?
And, so, we began our journey.
A twisted, turning, curving, circling path to enlightenment.
We experienced,
Head to head.
Head to foot.
Front to front.
Front to back.
lying, standing, sitting, kneeling,
Petting, stroking, caressing, massaging.
Licking, nibbling, sucking, enjoying.
Fingering, gripping, probing, exploring.
Scratching, biting, spanking, arousing.
Seeing, smelling, tasting, touching.
Bed, sofa, chair, table, floor, shower, and on the counter.
Home, hotel, car, meadow, beach, and in the trees.
In the sand, in the water, in the grass, surrounded by flowers, and once amongst the ants.
In the light, in the dark, in the sun, in the wind, in the rain, in the mud, and in the snow.
Completely nude, half dressed, partly clothed, once attired for the theatre.
In private, in public view, in a group doing the same.
In a few seconds, in many minutes, over several hours.
Sometimes once, many times twice, and a few times several times.
Occasionally only she came, periodically only me, mostly both, sometimes one then the other, most often together.
And always, always enjoyable.
As we came to know each other's body,
We put everything into everywhere.
Mouth to mouth.
Tongue to tongue.
Sucking, nibbling and teasing.
Tongue to dick.
Cock to throat.
Licking, slurping, and sucking.
Tongue to clit.
Teeth to button.
Toying, fondling, nuzzling,
Mouth to cunt.
Lips to lips.
Sucking, souping, swallowing.
Mouths to breasts.
Tongues to nipples.
Tasting, suckling. relishing.
Hands to backs.
Fingers to shoulders.
Holding, hugging, connecting.
Chest to chest.
Breast to breast.
Embracing, rubbing, pressing,
Chest to back.
Hands to breasts.
Gripping, grabbing, seizing.
Body to body.
Crush to sweat.
Sliding, slithering, squirming.
Hands to penis.
Fingers to shaft.
Stroking, caressing, squeezing.
Hands to fannies.
Fingers to cheeks.
Clutching, crushing, clinching.
Hands to tushes.
Fingers to cleft.
Spanking, probing, smacking.
Thumbs to bottoms.
Fingers to asses.
Poking entering, plunging.
Hips to hips.
Pelvis to pelvis.
Grinding, bruising, smashing.
Hips to butt.
Penis to crack.
Rubbing, pushing, separating.
Penis to cunt.
Tip to lips.
Stoking, parting, penetrating.
Penis to ass.
Glans to rectum.
Pressing, forcing, invading.
Precum to lubricate.
Juices to welcome.
Moistening, flowing, flooding.
Driving into her tightening.
Thrusting into her contracting.
My ejaculating into her gushing.
Wriggling, writhing, convulsing.
Squeezing, holding, hugging.
Sharing, joining, merging.
It was during these most intimate moments,
Shared over a year's time.
That something more developed.
On the anniversary of our agreement,
that there would be nothing more.
More came over us.
As we lay.
Body to body.
Mouths to ears.
Whispering, murmuring, and confiding.
As we shared.
Thoughts to thoughts.
Feelings to feelings.
Words, understanding, and caring.
There developed.
Love.
Which was followed by.
Proposing, accepting, and wedding.
Written by J_J_Jay_Jr
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best sex
mutual
reciprocal
shared
loud
lusty
intense
rowdy
raucous
wild
rarely quiet
always messy
smear
her makeup
smudge
her lipstick
muss
her hair
forget
your ego
bite
scratch
push
pull
hold
hug
grip
grab
squeeze
probe
thrust
be in the moment
keep the lights —
on
love the view
relish her body
tell her
mean it
appreciate how
your body answers
to her body
delight in her
savoring your body
be natural
honest
open
sweat
be sensual
give her pleasure
accept her gift
of pleasure
bruise lips
nibble tongues
suck nipples
give hickeys
in intimate places
get some in return
speak words
guttural sounds
listen
smile
grin
laugh
speak by touching
feel her reply in kind
enjoy your body’s
response to her touch
giggle
play
pull
smell
her hair
everywhere
cause goosebumps
kiss them
kiss everywhere
taste
lick
savor
enjoy
slide
your sweaty skin
against hers
feel the erection
of her nipples
against your chest
beg
whimper
pant
sigh
moan
groan
scream
lose yourself
let
your toes curl
your legs tremble
your abs twitch
let her watch
as
you enter her
slowly
hold that first stroke
deeply inside her
kiss her
use your tongue
hold that kiss
while you withdraw
from within her
and
again enter her
inhumanly
slowly
wiggle, wriggle
inside her
your groin
tight
against hers
now faster
with
more force
your eyes
locked on hers
smile
grin
watch her face
when her eyes
squeeze shut
it’s time
cum
together
melt
into
each
other
fall
asleep
intertwined
reciprocal
shared
loud
lusty
intense
rowdy
raucous
wild
rarely quiet
always messy
smear
her makeup
smudge
her lipstick
muss
her hair
forget
your ego
bite
scratch
push
pull
hold
hug
grip
grab
squeeze
probe
thrust
be in the moment
keep the lights —
on
love the view
relish her body
tell her
mean it
appreciate how
your body answers
to her body
delight in her
savoring your body
be natural
honest
open
sweat
be sensual
give her pleasure
accept her gift
of pleasure
bruise lips
nibble tongues
suck nipples
give hickeys
in intimate places
get some in return
speak words
guttural sounds
listen
smile
grin
laugh
speak by touching
feel her reply in kind
enjoy your body’s
response to her touch
giggle
play
pull
smell
her hair
everywhere
cause goosebumps
kiss them
kiss everywhere
taste
lick
savor
enjoy
slide
your sweaty skin
against hers
feel the erection
of her nipples
against your chest
beg
whimper
pant
sigh
moan
groan
scream
lose yourself
let
your toes curl
your legs tremble
your abs twitch
let her watch
as
you enter her
slowly
hold that first stroke
deeply inside her
kiss her
use your tongue
hold that kiss
while you withdraw
from within her
and
again enter her
inhumanly
slowly
wiggle, wriggle
inside her
your groin
tight
against hers
now faster
with
more force
your eyes
locked on hers
smile
grin
watch her face
when her eyes
squeeze shut
it’s time
cum
together
melt
into
each
other
fall
asleep
intertwined
Written by J_J_Jay_Jr
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Real Men
Don't cry
That's what I had heard
But that's not quite how it works
Real men cry
In the car
On the way home from the hospital
After they turned off the machines
That eased the breathing
And kept the heart beating
If love
Is watching someone die,
Real men do it stoicly
Without a single tear.
Real men express emotions
When no one is around.
Don't cry
That's what I had heard
But that's not quite how it works
Real men cry
In the car
On the way home from the hospital
After they turned off the machines
That eased the breathing
And kept the heart beating
If love
Is watching someone die,
Real men do it stoicly
Without a single tear.
Real men express emotions
When no one is around.
Fuck Me
Fuck me until I can feel
Fuck me until it bleeds
Fuck me until I cry
Fuck me until it hurts
Fuck me until you love me
Fuck me until I hate you
Fuck me until I'm nothing
Fuck me because I'm nothing
Fuck me because I don't care
Fuck me because I'm already dead
Fuck me because I hate the feel
Fuck me because I hate myself
Fuck me because I hate myself
Fuck me because I hate myself
Fuck me because I hate myself
FUCK ME BECAUSE I FUCKING HATE YOU
Fuck me until it bleeds
Fuck me until I cry
Fuck me until it hurts
Fuck me until you love me
Fuck me until I hate you
Fuck me until I'm nothing
Fuck me because I'm nothing
Fuck me because I don't care
Fuck me because I'm already dead
Fuck me because I hate the feel
Fuck me because I hate myself
Fuck me because I hate myself
Fuck me because I hate myself
Fuck me because I hate myself
FUCK ME BECAUSE I FUCKING HATE YOU
Written by VKM
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Bleed out in the Love Ghetto
I didn't want to believe in our love
Because I knew it would go down in flames
You fought really hard for my commitment
Until I gave it to you, then you discarded me
Translation: You threw me out
But kept my heart, my bones on the roadside
Fresh kill
Bleed out in the love ghetto
The joke's on you though babe
I always come back
With scars but smarter
Next time just prostitutes
Transactions consummated
No fault love loss
Everyone wins, no tumors, no malignancy
Because I knew it would go down in flames
You fought really hard for my commitment
Until I gave it to you, then you discarded me
Translation: You threw me out
But kept my heart, my bones on the roadside
Fresh kill
Bleed out in the love ghetto
The joke's on you though babe
I always come back
With scars but smarter
Next time just prostitutes
Transactions consummated
No fault love loss
Everyone wins, no tumors, no malignancy
Written by PoetSpeak
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