Poetry competition CLOSED 17th July 2011 12:31pm
WINNER
mbass33 (matthew bass)
mbass33 (matthew bass)
RUNNER-UP:
rayheinrich
I want metaphors...
Anonymous
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Anonymous
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< the sugar in this water >
who are you anyway?
i was just trying to mail this letter
and naturally
mistook you for a post office
please
stamp me with
whatever you have
please
i was dreaming again
they made us strip
showed us to everyone
in our wrinkles
and our fat
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< the sugar in this water >
who are you anyway?
i was just trying to mail this letter
and naturally
mistook you for a post office
please
stamp me with
whatever you have
please
i was dreaming again
they made us strip
showed us to everyone
in our wrinkles
and our fat
- - -
Metaphors meander through the moss of my mind:
I AM the distance light travels
where the edge of darkness
is like a meaningless moon
or a cloud in a dense uniform,
where the whole meaning of God
is as if a dead romance of forlorn debris.
I AM the distance light travels
where the edge of darkness
is like a meaningless moon
or a cloud in a dense uniform,
where the whole meaning of God
is as if a dead romance of forlorn debris.
The people are more stifling than the heat
and they pierce through the back of your skull,
not looking at you.
Eye gouges
nose hooks
bloody knees,
there are a few more homeless than yesterday.
It takes a special person
to scam their way to the top.
And,
when they walk through the revolving door,
there is always another
half-way up the escalator
and they pierce through the back of your skull,
not looking at you.
Eye gouges
nose hooks
bloody knees,
there are a few more homeless than yesterday.
It takes a special person
to scam their way to the top.
And,
when they walk through the revolving door,
there is always another
half-way up the escalator
The first poem I ever posted on here:
Broken Bottle
I'm a broken bottle
Sharp to the edges
Shattered and cracked
All over the concrete
Intoxicated with the beverage
That it holds deep with in it
Drops with the spilling
Into the gutter
Mixed in with vomit
Like a broken bottle
I lie here
Unwanted
Got no where to go
No reason to live
So take this broken bottle
Sweep it up in with the rubbish
Cos that’s all I deserve
All that I’m worth
Like glass in the dirt
I’m the ground
Of which no one wishes to tread..
Broken Bottle
I'm a broken bottle
Sharp to the edges
Shattered and cracked
All over the concrete
Intoxicated with the beverage
That it holds deep with in it
Drops with the spilling
Into the gutter
Mixed in with vomit
Like a broken bottle
I lie here
Unwanted
Got no where to go
No reason to live
So take this broken bottle
Sweep it up in with the rubbish
Cos that’s all I deserve
All that I’m worth
Like glass in the dirt
I’m the ground
Of which no one wishes to tread..
Anonymous
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