Poetry competition CLOSED 17th May 2018 9:34am
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Anonymous
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RUNNER-UP: composedWITHrazors

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Tumultuous Darkness

AlexnEmoLand
RevolutionOfAlex
Fire of Insight
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Joined 19th July 2011
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disintegrating time

sitting at the table...with not a word in her head.  
annoyed by whats come to her..  
she feels as if there is not much left to do or say..  
her tears fall from the thoughts of her broken heart.  
everything has torn her apart.  
though the years she has not picked up a pen  
and paper.  
putting the pain into beautiful words.  
waves of waters come from her shattered self  
her image no longer her..  
she..who might she be??  
she holds herself as this toutering  
gain has rising over her.  
this blanket of madness..blanket of fears  
black rose red the color of tears.  
still beside this window alone  
she will stay  
without a pen or paper to to express what to say.  
the song will continue mightnight to noon  
and she wil be drowning in motionless dismay.  
she will pray.. again today  
still this feeling has not .disappeared..  
only it began to take a tole.  
she feel herself changing  
rearranging  
what once was her couplet rhyme is know  
her verse of disintegrating time..  
sitting at the table...with not a word in her head.  
letting mindless behavor swollow her dead  

-kumiko yamamoto
Written by AlexnEmoLand (RevolutionOfAlex)
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_certified_
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Strange Creature
Malawi
Joined 14th Jan 2018
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Maze of Ambivalences

I was gone with the wind of life
lost to the world
a drop of wine in a sea
never to be salvaged
and tasteless I became

You, one like the rains that fall on a sunny day
I got soaked because of the illusive beauty of the rainbow
dancing to the soft spatter of the droplets
but come tomorrow, I was cradled in my sickbed
beauty of the rainbow vanished with my health

As the petals fall from a once beautiful rose
remember my demise
like the rain soaks the earth
I soaked my pillow with muffled cries and woes
while you dined in my agony

When the fires burns savagely
remember I was pained
like the wood, I waned
warming your bed of lies
afraid to let go of the illusion

Amidst the storm
remember my poor heart
that tried to turn to stone
every time I laid in your bed
cuddled by the lies you wove
scented by the sweet nothings of your empty promises

As you experience day and night
remember what we used to be
with beauty and glory
the beauty of atmospheric phenomenon
forgotten with dread of emerging harsh gales

And as day and night comes
while the fire smolders
storms come
I relate to the broken pieces within
and broken I remain
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_certified_
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Strange Creature
Malawi
Joined 14th Jan 2018
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Let's dance in black and white

Shattered like glass,
There goes my make-belief wall!
Trampled on like grass,
There goes my faux perfect!

I tried keeping the grass greener on my side
But I still keep having nightmares of the beauty outside this yard
Every time I feel like I moved a mile
I hear the click of the gun, my cue to go back home

Home, the pathetic place I created right in the center of my mind
Greeted by its cold dark haunted walls
Shoving its claws at me to settle in
Chilling me right straight to my bones

The will of choice I gave up a while ago
When I had become my own arch enemy
One that shatters and tramples
The one right behind the cold gun I feel pressed.
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 9th Nov 2015
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Asylum

       
1.  No Recall      
     
I didn't see or feel or hear it coming.      
And then I came to after the      
Annihilation of all I thought I knew      
Once I tumbled down the rabbit hole.      
     
2.  Morning Glories      
     
The whispers of clean linen      
Float across narrow beds of    
     
Brutality, and reflections      
Of a summer's early morning,      
     
As melodic rapid chatter      
Of Tagalog plays through the halls    
     
While pairs of girls in their scrubs      
Disappear into recessed rooms,    
   
To the sound of greetings weaving      
Between a woman's cries of pain.      
     
     
3.  Under the Snow      
     
Triple digits of the season      
Pass week after week outside,      
Unnoticed by those doing time;      
This asylum with arctic air.      
     
Who are they kidding?      
I've been here long enough to know.      
I actually died that day,      
And this, this is my hell!      
     
Hell is not fire & brimstone.      
It's a parallel world from which      
No locks exist, yet no escape      
To return to where you came from.    
     
Patients, whose eyes you look into,      
And no one is there!      
It's where all fear goes at night,      
Their voices are heard through the walls.      
     
But those with their vacant stares      
That I can't penetrate have their truths      
Forever frozen in time    
In cages where they walk in place.    
     
The cold numbs hands & feet & thoughts,      
But I feel alive because of it.      
Like a mouse foraging under the      
Snow while an owl listens above.      
     
I know the pounce will come      
Through the snow at any moment,      
Bathing me with morning light      
As owl talons sever my breath.      
     
     
4.  Night Terrors by Day      
     
Sooner or later it would come.      
A wide-spread power outage hit      
Just before dusk with its heat,      
Just as dinner was being served.      
     
I had learned to live on scant fare,      
Being a diabetic      
And having only one kidney:      
My weight loss, lost in my blue gowns.      
     
I was restless and felt cold air      
As I walked with my cane to the hall,      
Aqua socks with tread on my feet,      
Toward the nurses' station.      
     
Thick orange extensions snaked      
Everywhere, and the "regulars"      
Emerged to sit in their wheelchairs      
To watch while I sat with ice water.      
     
But all the hustle & bustle      
Would agitate some patients,      
Making them unpredictable      
While staff was racing all about.      
     
There was an old man known for being      
Loud, and most disagreeable.      
He wanted out of his wheelchair,      
To go where he wanted, right?      
     
Nurses would stop to secure him      
As he protested and cursed.      
The regs who knew him rolled their eyes.      
I continued to sip my ice water.      
     
Then I noticed the white-haired lady      
I was chatting with was looking up      
And said softly, "He's behind you."      
I stiffened and hunched my shoulders.      
     
I tilted my head just enough      
To see the old man, his gnarly hands      
Gripping the backrest of my chair,      
Glaring down at me with eyes bulging.      
     
"Get out of my way!" came the frost.      
I bent lower against the chill.      
"I'm sorry, I'm not in my wheelchair."  
(Being stranded in a stiff wooden one)  
 
I felt the spray of his spittle      
On the back of my hand holding the cup.      
"I don't give a God damn," came the blast,      
"Get on the floor and crawl out of the way!"    
     
     
5.  No One Will Know      
     
Every evening, the asylum      
Gives up its creatures of the night:    
The stalkers who haunt the halls,    
Who try all the doors to get in, or out.    
   
And homeless creatures on two legs    
Who I would often walk in on,    
Using the toilet meant for me,    
And watch the TV while I slept.    
   
But no, in that place I could never sleep,     
I used to be nocturnal years ago.    
But all I could do now was listen    
To the jungle cries and siren calls.    
   
I'd stagger out to the empty lobby,    
Hearing a man far off in his room    
Calling out for someone to please,      
"Dear God, TAKE ME HOME!"      
   
The man in the next room in bed A    
Hollered out from the open door,    
"AH, SHUT THE FUCK UP!"    
And I screamed, "YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!"    
   
Once I was back in bed, that same voice    
As all slept while I laid awake, plotting, said    
"Hey, give me some more Demerol.    
Don't worry... no one will know."                  
                 
                 
                 
For those who knew that I was gone (which was due to a terrible accident), here's some of what my time away was like - just a taste of it.            
             
Image: An original drawing: one of my oldest "mouseworks", by me.
Written by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
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Layla
Fire of Insight
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_Me_
Twisted Dreamer
United States
Joined 4th Apr 2018
Forum Posts: 134

Quite pleased by the submissions, and I have opened this up to public vote. I am swallowing my pride here, and revoking my own supreme authority, on my creation, and allowing the people to speak. I'm bowing out, and allowing you to instill your judgement upon the works that have been found herein.

Don't let me down; it is up to you now. Pick a good one.

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_Me_
Twisted Dreamer
United States
Joined 4th Apr 2018
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Thank you all, whomever submitted and viewed, for your participation.

Keep on keeping on.

_Me_
Twisted Dreamer
United States
Joined 4th Apr 2018
Forum Posts: 134

Congratulations, IcarusVStheSun (Gypsy Witch)

Thank you, everyone for joining in on this competition. I apologize again for being absent the last few weeks.
I do appreciate everyone's participation though.

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