Poetry competition CLOSED 28th December 2018 12:48pm
WINNER
FreeLove87 (SamuraiEde)
FreeLove87 (SamuraiEde)
RUNNER-UP:
CasketSharpe
Show Us Your Conflict
Silence 3 (Twinning)
Sun
The sun was
Bucking
Up at me
Casting
Its demons
Out of
The sky
And I
Was
Dowsed
By silence.
Drenched
The ocean
Waves
Crashed
Into me
And I was
Drenched
In fear;
Toppling
Silence.
The sun was
Bucking
Up at me
Casting
Its demons
Out of
The sky
And I
Was
Dowsed
By silence.
Drenched
The ocean
Waves
Crashed
Into me
And I was
Drenched
In fear;
Toppling
Silence.
Written by Nari
(Laura Jean)
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The Sermon of Mr. Brimstone Pt. X (Forbidden Eternal)
“We all feel the shit as it’s licked away from our stanking draws
Transformed into our dark secrets that’s displayed on transparent walls,
“Theft, molestation, murder or whatever is our living scorn
Destroying our reputation as our personal world burn,
“Some things get us excited like a man meeting a new bitch
Until it’s discovered that she has a thick dick,
“Surprise motherfucker! Now our confused emotions is in an uproar
Either we gonna fuck that ass or head ashamed to the door,
“Back then the United Sates knew slavery was the money game
But present day they try to deny it. What a goddamn shame,
“Wanting to act like the atrocity did not exist
Next they will try to convince us its nutritional value in human piss,
“Like the fact that a porn star will always fuck off on the job
While good sex to an atheist will make them call on God,
“If they don’t believe why give acknowledgement to him for?
That’s why the Devil’s laughing as they pimp their soul like a whore,
“Some use drugs to try to escape
But it’s useless like a weak motherfucker trying to fight rape,
“Not only being about sex, but desire and control
Fearing the cumming storm that’s signaled by the undesired swole,
“We should remember that our kill switch has already been set
Because from birth to death we will experience some form of wet,
“Living with unpredictable end time circumstances
Which only calculate to possible deadman chances,
“I preach this Brimstone shit-so you’re welcome to be a critic
Because most of my sermons you motherfuckin live it,
“Undecided to either love it or motherfuckin hate it
Regardless of your decision your mind has been Brimstone lubricated,
“Because our road to riches is paved by hatin-ass bitches
Granting us unlimited deadly dark genie wishes,
“Now digest that shit and put it in the collection plate
Will it be enough down payment for your eternal fate?”
Transformed into our dark secrets that’s displayed on transparent walls,
“Theft, molestation, murder or whatever is our living scorn
Destroying our reputation as our personal world burn,
“Some things get us excited like a man meeting a new bitch
Until it’s discovered that she has a thick dick,
“Surprise motherfucker! Now our confused emotions is in an uproar
Either we gonna fuck that ass or head ashamed to the door,
“Back then the United Sates knew slavery was the money game
But present day they try to deny it. What a goddamn shame,
“Wanting to act like the atrocity did not exist
Next they will try to convince us its nutritional value in human piss,
“Like the fact that a porn star will always fuck off on the job
While good sex to an atheist will make them call on God,
“If they don’t believe why give acknowledgement to him for?
That’s why the Devil’s laughing as they pimp their soul like a whore,
“Some use drugs to try to escape
But it’s useless like a weak motherfucker trying to fight rape,
“Not only being about sex, but desire and control
Fearing the cumming storm that’s signaled by the undesired swole,
“We should remember that our kill switch has already been set
Because from birth to death we will experience some form of wet,
“Living with unpredictable end time circumstances
Which only calculate to possible deadman chances,
“I preach this Brimstone shit-so you’re welcome to be a critic
Because most of my sermons you motherfuckin live it,
“Undecided to either love it or motherfuckin hate it
Regardless of your decision your mind has been Brimstone lubricated,
“Because our road to riches is paved by hatin-ass bitches
Granting us unlimited deadly dark genie wishes,
“Now digest that shit and put it in the collection plate
Will it be enough down payment for your eternal fate?”
Written by CasketSharpe
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Intricate Mind-bending Insights into The Psyche of The Depressive Human Condition
Hypothetically, I wonder, what if I were to die today?
Not because I had given up and gave into the other side and took myself out of this world -
But because it was my time and my maker had called me home.
So yes, I asked the curious quandary;
What if I were to die today, upon this very hour of this exact minute?
And what if I never got to say my final words of last will and testament?
Who would ever know that I had shed my mortal coils?
Would there in be anybody at all in actuality that would in all sincerity mourn my early departure?
Or perhaps there'd be some who wind up somberly celebrating my passing?
Also, it's entirely possible that those whom I've known or knew would just continue going about their everyday lives caring nonetheless either one way or the other if I were no longer among the living -
It's also very likely that many won't have any inkling that I've even left this mortal plane of existence...
And I can almost say for certainty that in the moment of my passing there'd be three thoughts that would be crossing my mind;
The first a jovial thought of; I’m passing on with the hopes that the ones who knew me the best would mourn the loss of such an endearing staunchest friend or intricate strong-willed ex -
The second thought would be a disturbing thought about if the ones who loathed me might consider finding my final resting place and desecrating and disturbing it -
The last surreal realization that would run through my mind is on whether or not the ones who know me best would remember me for 15 minutes of fame or would they let my legacy live in infamy forevermore, or would they forget about me in the mere instance like the ones who detested me?
Another curious notion I’d be wondering is, would the ones who knew me best be reading a humble eulogy at my funeral -
Or would they be like the ones who abhorred me and only say good riddance to such a deplorable being?
Also, I wonder if any of all who pass by my casket might actually stop and stare down at my lifeless, cold and stiff body lying there in that coffin and notice the rather uncanny expression upon my face -
Wonder whether or not that whatever my last thoughts were such an unnatural somber expression that it wound up being permanently etched into my face -
And maybe there be a handful of people that stop dead in their tracks because they suddenly feel a creepily chilling emptiness emanating from within my casket...
And, if I were to die today, I ’d leave this world knowing that at last, all of this god awful unrelenting unyielding anguish that I had been plagued and overwhelmed with my entire life would finally subside -
So, if today was my last day, and these were my final moments before I shed my mortal coils –
I’ll know in my final breath that I had lived a full life –
That many were envious of and even more were skeptical of -
Yet, I'll also wind up taking my unknown knotty questions to my grave which are:
Was anybody ever aware that I felt so miserable on a daily basis, felt so estranged from everyone, had been consumed by the darkness, or that I felt more alone than most ever were?
And did anybody actually care whatsoever that I was constantly tortured by so much anguish, and did anybody know how much I so despised my existence?
However, I know, that today wouldn’t be my last day on this wretched Earth cause there’s no way in hell I’d get or be that lucky -
Because it seems as though I am cursed with immorality –
Or maybe it’s that the fact that I’ve already died long ago and this life I’m forced to live out is my endless unforgiving purgatory –
But regrettably, I am unable to differentiate between the two likely possible subterfuge realities…
And as a result of this discombobulation, I feel as though I cannot breathe a single breath -
Also, the weight of my burdens bears heavily down on my chest, making me feel as though I am being asphyxiated -
And I constantly feel and know is sadness, loss, sorrow, misery, and pain -
So it seems that if I were to continue living on is the foreshadowing of my remaining days would more than likely be endlessly lousy with, dashed hopes, despair, forlornness, sadness, rejection, faithlessness, and singleness -
Ergo each and every god damn forsaken day my heart breaks a little more -
My body continually aches to the point where it's almost enjoyably unbearable to me -
And my mind is constantly being eroded away by the demons whispering seeds of doubt and negativity into my conscious -
So much in fact that whenever I'm amongst fellow camaraderie, I think that everybody is just patronizing me -
Nd in the aftermath of such fellowship the foolish feelings of abandonment, or of being forgotten or left behind overwhelm me -
All because of the contrary ideas that were planted in my head, of not being important enough and that I'm nothing more than a convenient friend to them -
Then abruptly from out of nowhere all of my mistakes come rising up from out of nowhere to remind me of the disappointment I've been to society -
It is then that my insecurities chime in to remind me that I am insignificant and irrelevant to everyone including myself nobody wants such a broken thing like me…
This is why I go about my daily life like a clown masquerading around as though I am pleased -
But at the end of the day when I'm alone, my demons take off my mask and reveal who I am actually -
And they do not judge me, ridicule me, or try to change who it is that I am -
Instead, they accept me and embrace me in the welcoming cold darkness, the place where I am the most comfortable and feel welcomed...
These surly spiteful thoughts that plague me are why I posed the hypothetical inquiry;
What if I were to die today?
Wondering whether or not would my death really matter at all?
But the truthful answer is a double-edged sword -
Because on one side of the blade it is apparently obvious that if I were to die today, all of my suffering, turmoil, anguish, and misery would subside and come to an end -
But on the other side of the blade, it is also kind of understood that if I were to continue living, there’s a possibility that I might accomplish, and I might succeed over these insufferable intolerable painful trials and tribulations that I am currently battling…
So here lies the perplexing quandary;
To die or not to die, to live or not to live?
True is it not that some part of us actually dies if we somehow aren’t able life to our fullest potential?
Or is not truer that if we live our entire life’s only focusing on striving to reach our fullest potential that we eventually find ourselves being forced into an early grave?
I mean, in all honesty, who in the hell actually knows the actual answers to one of life’s biggest mind-bogglers?
Truth be told not very many folks know the answer to the sixty-four-thousand-dollar question -
Because the sad realism is that there are far too many people who are so terrified of dying that they wind up not truly living up to their fullest potential…
However, that is not who I am or will be -
Because so far, I’ve lived each and every single day of my life
as though it was my last -
Also, I did not waste a single minute of any hour ever foolishly worrying about the little things I knew I couldn't control -
I always did my best to embrace the good, the bad, the ugly and the unbearable memorable adversities that came with each new day -
And in doing so I have and had lived life knowing what true happiness, hopefulness, and love was to the fullest extent -
But also, I experienced unforeseen sadness, heartache, sorrow, struggle, and suffrage in my lifetime too –
But I welcome both aspects into my life so that I would know how to be stronger in my weakest hours -
That way, whenever it would be my time to die, I wouldn’t be afraid of death, like so many others might be -
Also, I wouldn’t dare question the life that I've lived, nor would I beg for more time from the reaper -
Unlike those who fear their demise and plead for more time while questioning their life choices…
No, that will be me –
Instead, in my final moments I’ll be singing the Marine Corps hymn as my death song because I’d be another leatherneck, Jarhead, Devildog whose more than ready to regroup in hell with other fallen comrade’s and afterwards I’ll be more than willing to meet my maker, so I can take my post at the pearly gates or perhaps the gates of hell -
Just as so many Marines, have done before this Ole Salty Marine has yet to do –
But until that inevitable fateful day, I’ll continue to hold my own in the face of unknown adversity by always remaining vigilant and I’ll do this by staying frosty, keeping my head on a swivel, protecting my own six and being both Semper Gumby nd Semper Fidelis…
Not because I had given up and gave into the other side and took myself out of this world -
But because it was my time and my maker had called me home.
So yes, I asked the curious quandary;
What if I were to die today, upon this very hour of this exact minute?
And what if I never got to say my final words of last will and testament?
Who would ever know that I had shed my mortal coils?
Would there in be anybody at all in actuality that would in all sincerity mourn my early departure?
Or perhaps there'd be some who wind up somberly celebrating my passing?
Also, it's entirely possible that those whom I've known or knew would just continue going about their everyday lives caring nonetheless either one way or the other if I were no longer among the living -
It's also very likely that many won't have any inkling that I've even left this mortal plane of existence...
And I can almost say for certainty that in the moment of my passing there'd be three thoughts that would be crossing my mind;
The first a jovial thought of; I’m passing on with the hopes that the ones who knew me the best would mourn the loss of such an endearing staunchest friend or intricate strong-willed ex -
The second thought would be a disturbing thought about if the ones who loathed me might consider finding my final resting place and desecrating and disturbing it -
The last surreal realization that would run through my mind is on whether or not the ones who know me best would remember me for 15 minutes of fame or would they let my legacy live in infamy forevermore, or would they forget about me in the mere instance like the ones who detested me?
Another curious notion I’d be wondering is, would the ones who knew me best be reading a humble eulogy at my funeral -
Or would they be like the ones who abhorred me and only say good riddance to such a deplorable being?
Also, I wonder if any of all who pass by my casket might actually stop and stare down at my lifeless, cold and stiff body lying there in that coffin and notice the rather uncanny expression upon my face -
Wonder whether or not that whatever my last thoughts were such an unnatural somber expression that it wound up being permanently etched into my face -
And maybe there be a handful of people that stop dead in their tracks because they suddenly feel a creepily chilling emptiness emanating from within my casket...
And, if I were to die today, I ’d leave this world knowing that at last, all of this god awful unrelenting unyielding anguish that I had been plagued and overwhelmed with my entire life would finally subside -
So, if today was my last day, and these were my final moments before I shed my mortal coils –
I’ll know in my final breath that I had lived a full life –
That many were envious of and even more were skeptical of -
Yet, I'll also wind up taking my unknown knotty questions to my grave which are:
Was anybody ever aware that I felt so miserable on a daily basis, felt so estranged from everyone, had been consumed by the darkness, or that I felt more alone than most ever were?
And did anybody actually care whatsoever that I was constantly tortured by so much anguish, and did anybody know how much I so despised my existence?
However, I know, that today wouldn’t be my last day on this wretched Earth cause there’s no way in hell I’d get or be that lucky -
Because it seems as though I am cursed with immorality –
Or maybe it’s that the fact that I’ve already died long ago and this life I’m forced to live out is my endless unforgiving purgatory –
But regrettably, I am unable to differentiate between the two likely possible subterfuge realities…
And as a result of this discombobulation, I feel as though I cannot breathe a single breath -
Also, the weight of my burdens bears heavily down on my chest, making me feel as though I am being asphyxiated -
And I constantly feel and know is sadness, loss, sorrow, misery, and pain -
So it seems that if I were to continue living on is the foreshadowing of my remaining days would more than likely be endlessly lousy with, dashed hopes, despair, forlornness, sadness, rejection, faithlessness, and singleness -
Ergo each and every god damn forsaken day my heart breaks a little more -
My body continually aches to the point where it's almost enjoyably unbearable to me -
And my mind is constantly being eroded away by the demons whispering seeds of doubt and negativity into my conscious -
So much in fact that whenever I'm amongst fellow camaraderie, I think that everybody is just patronizing me -
Nd in the aftermath of such fellowship the foolish feelings of abandonment, or of being forgotten or left behind overwhelm me -
All because of the contrary ideas that were planted in my head, of not being important enough and that I'm nothing more than a convenient friend to them -
Then abruptly from out of nowhere all of my mistakes come rising up from out of nowhere to remind me of the disappointment I've been to society -
It is then that my insecurities chime in to remind me that I am insignificant and irrelevant to everyone including myself nobody wants such a broken thing like me…
This is why I go about my daily life like a clown masquerading around as though I am pleased -
But at the end of the day when I'm alone, my demons take off my mask and reveal who I am actually -
And they do not judge me, ridicule me, or try to change who it is that I am -
Instead, they accept me and embrace me in the welcoming cold darkness, the place where I am the most comfortable and feel welcomed...
These surly spiteful thoughts that plague me are why I posed the hypothetical inquiry;
What if I were to die today?
Wondering whether or not would my death really matter at all?
But the truthful answer is a double-edged sword -
Because on one side of the blade it is apparently obvious that if I were to die today, all of my suffering, turmoil, anguish, and misery would subside and come to an end -
But on the other side of the blade, it is also kind of understood that if I were to continue living, there’s a possibility that I might accomplish, and I might succeed over these insufferable intolerable painful trials and tribulations that I am currently battling…
So here lies the perplexing quandary;
To die or not to die, to live or not to live?
True is it not that some part of us actually dies if we somehow aren’t able life to our fullest potential?
Or is not truer that if we live our entire life’s only focusing on striving to reach our fullest potential that we eventually find ourselves being forced into an early grave?
I mean, in all honesty, who in the hell actually knows the actual answers to one of life’s biggest mind-bogglers?
Truth be told not very many folks know the answer to the sixty-four-thousand-dollar question -
Because the sad realism is that there are far too many people who are so terrified of dying that they wind up not truly living up to their fullest potential…
However, that is not who I am or will be -
Because so far, I’ve lived each and every single day of my life
as though it was my last -
Also, I did not waste a single minute of any hour ever foolishly worrying about the little things I knew I couldn't control -
I always did my best to embrace the good, the bad, the ugly and the unbearable memorable adversities that came with each new day -
And in doing so I have and had lived life knowing what true happiness, hopefulness, and love was to the fullest extent -
But also, I experienced unforeseen sadness, heartache, sorrow, struggle, and suffrage in my lifetime too –
But I welcome both aspects into my life so that I would know how to be stronger in my weakest hours -
That way, whenever it would be my time to die, I wouldn’t be afraid of death, like so many others might be -
Also, I wouldn’t dare question the life that I've lived, nor would I beg for more time from the reaper -
Unlike those who fear their demise and plead for more time while questioning their life choices…
No, that will be me –
Instead, in my final moments I’ll be singing the Marine Corps hymn as my death song because I’d be another leatherneck, Jarhead, Devildog whose more than ready to regroup in hell with other fallen comrade’s and afterwards I’ll be more than willing to meet my maker, so I can take my post at the pearly gates or perhaps the gates of hell -
Just as so many Marines, have done before this Ole Salty Marine has yet to do –
But until that inevitable fateful day, I’ll continue to hold my own in the face of unknown adversity by always remaining vigilant and I’ll do this by staying frosty, keeping my head on a swivel, protecting my own six and being both Semper Gumby nd Semper Fidelis…
Written by ArcanceOdist
(Gunney Recon Jack)
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Haplessly Searching
I haven’t picked a brain in a minute,
I haven’t switched a lane in a minute
Been on cruise control till the finish
Search for souls is never-ending
You have to run the race to win it
But my patience has a limit
How long will this go before we end it
Must have been too strong in the beginning
Feels like no ones reading the messages that I’m sending
Got me depleting all the energy I was lending
Losing the thrill of the hunt
Can no longer battle because my sword is blunt
Tired of performing flips and stunts
So do I switch lanes or remain contained to the current domain
The plan was plain, had so much to gain
I’ll just keep it moving, proceed and sustain
I haven’t switched a lane in a minute
Been on cruise control till the finish
Search for souls is never-ending
You have to run the race to win it
But my patience has a limit
How long will this go before we end it
Must have been too strong in the beginning
Feels like no ones reading the messages that I’m sending
Got me depleting all the energy I was lending
Losing the thrill of the hunt
Can no longer battle because my sword is blunt
Tired of performing flips and stunts
So do I switch lanes or remain contained to the current domain
The plan was plain, had so much to gain
I’ll just keep it moving, proceed and sustain
Written by FreeLove87
(SamuraiEde)
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Silver Bullet in my Head
Stupid piece of shit
You fucking monster
What the fuck do you want?
Why can’t you leave me
The hell alone
I guess it’s my fault
Since I let you in
And you felt so good
But I can’t take it anymore
You make my hair wet
From sweat
Saliva
Tears
I’m rotting
My brain
Mush
Shit
Putty
I just want my skin to stop crawling
Please monster please
Leave me be
STOP TAKING OVER
ST...
Hello dear
It's me
Your best and everlasting friend
The Monster
C’mon your starving me
Let me have just a little
Your fever is spiking
Don’t you want me?
Almost like a cock
Deep down your throat
You bitch
You fucking slut
Go
Go buy a score
Let me hit it
You know you want a taste
Just like me
I want some too
Can you feel it?
Don’t you feel me...
Maybe just one
One hit
One more high
Let me soar
Seep through every
Nook and Cranny
In my body...
Yes...YES
Oh sweet love
That’s it
I feel it
You do too, don’t you boo?
Better than getting fucked
Because you’re getting
Skull Fucked Senseless
You Beast
Creature
Monster
Creeping up my throat
Your fingers inside
My nose
Covering my wind pipe
I can’t breathe straight
I need food
Just one last meal
Maybe a cold bullet
Can put an end to you
Monster
This is the last time
You’re finally coming to be ended
Get out of my head
Before I...
Kill me KILL ME
Stupid bitch
Put that fucking gun
In your mouth
Pull the trigger
You whore
You don’t have the guts...
SHUT UP!!!
I squeeze
Everything is spinning
Black
...warm
...No...More....
....Monster...
You fucking monster
What the fuck do you want?
Why can’t you leave me
The hell alone
I guess it’s my fault
Since I let you in
And you felt so good
But I can’t take it anymore
You make my hair wet
From sweat
Saliva
Tears
I’m rotting
My brain
Mush
Shit
Putty
I just want my skin to stop crawling
Please monster please
Leave me be
STOP TAKING OVER
ST...
Hello dear
It's me
Your best and everlasting friend
The Monster
C’mon your starving me
Let me have just a little
Your fever is spiking
Don’t you want me?
Almost like a cock
Deep down your throat
You bitch
You fucking slut
Go
Go buy a score
Let me hit it
You know you want a taste
Just like me
I want some too
Can you feel it?
Don’t you feel me...
Maybe just one
One hit
One more high
Let me soar
Seep through every
Nook and Cranny
In my body...
Yes...YES
Oh sweet love
That’s it
I feel it
You do too, don’t you boo?
Better than getting fucked
Because you’re getting
Skull Fucked Senseless
You Beast
Creature
Monster
Creeping up my throat
Your fingers inside
My nose
Covering my wind pipe
I can’t breathe straight
I need food
Just one last meal
Maybe a cold bullet
Can put an end to you
Monster
This is the last time
You’re finally coming to be ended
Get out of my head
Before I...
Kill me KILL ME
Stupid bitch
Put that fucking gun
In your mouth
Pull the trigger
You whore
You don’t have the guts...
SHUT UP!!!
I squeeze
Everything is spinning
Black
...warm
...No...More....
....Monster...
Written by Bethy
(Bbbethy)
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Erase
Can you tell me who I am?
I tend to forget
These feelings swarm my soul
So I never remember
Once I was beautiful
I’m now a wreck
Stoned and high wreck
Pressure is too much and I can't help it
So please help me
I’m not who I’m supposed to be
When the Monster wants
I do what he pleas
Every memory aches
Awakes
I’m so baked
Erase
My coke cakes
Awaits for my arrival
He senses my needs
But I’m only a tease
I try
Re-apply
My mind
Caressed and covered
Beat to a pulp
I’m...High
Strung out
On a thread
Hung to dry
Heat seeps into my skin
I need to please him
On the rim
My light...
So dim...
I lost my control
He rapes my soul
And a burden takes its toll
"Mommy please help me
I can’t find your soil"
My body can’t plant the seed
My soil provides no feed
So I read
And realize I can’t bear
My flower can’t grow
Because you reap what you sow
And this is my punishment
You can’t make a fire
Without a flint
I’m bent
This way and that
That's why I spat
Monster I’m fat
On cash so I choke
Here I am...
Empty pockets filled with coke
I revoke
Relapse
Back to who I am
I’m surrounded
I’m canned
I throw myself under the bus
Just because
No one else can
There so afraid
I take the blame
The Monsters game
Turns my lame into fame
I reconcile
With no one
Monster I’m done
You can’t trick me
I’m not your rubbish
Don't punish
What you create
Hate
Me for who I am
Heroine needles in my hand
On the bed where I land
Covered in bands
Stripped
Of dignity
To bold to face
My reality I can’t taste
You put me in a new place
Erase
My memory from who I used to be
I’m still not me
No one offers help
I yelp
I’m not heard
Miles where you lured
Me into your trap
Your crap
I can’t ever get away
Your predator I’m prey
Cat and mouse game you have me play
That I despise
But love
Every
Little
Lie
Your right
Maybe I should
Drop under ground
Buried six feet down
I frown
Look upon me
I’m a follower
I try
To keep on the track
But always find I’m going back
I retract
Like a severed artery
I bleed out
Become a victim
of another crime
Another hollow skull
That takes role
But you always come first
A thirst
Never satisfied
Monster please take a rest
I’m tired of trying
To do my best
I’m flushed
Enough I've gushed.
Enough I've erased.
I tend to forget
These feelings swarm my soul
So I never remember
Once I was beautiful
I’m now a wreck
Stoned and high wreck
Pressure is too much and I can't help it
So please help me
I’m not who I’m supposed to be
When the Monster wants
I do what he pleas
Every memory aches
Awakes
I’m so baked
Erase
My coke cakes
Awaits for my arrival
He senses my needs
But I’m only a tease
I try
Re-apply
My mind
Caressed and covered
Beat to a pulp
I’m...High
Strung out
On a thread
Hung to dry
Heat seeps into my skin
I need to please him
On the rim
My light...
So dim...
I lost my control
He rapes my soul
And a burden takes its toll
"Mommy please help me
I can’t find your soil"
My body can’t plant the seed
My soil provides no feed
So I read
And realize I can’t bear
My flower can’t grow
Because you reap what you sow
And this is my punishment
You can’t make a fire
Without a flint
I’m bent
This way and that
That's why I spat
Monster I’m fat
On cash so I choke
Here I am...
Empty pockets filled with coke
I revoke
Relapse
Back to who I am
I’m surrounded
I’m canned
I throw myself under the bus
Just because
No one else can
There so afraid
I take the blame
The Monsters game
Turns my lame into fame
I reconcile
With no one
Monster I’m done
You can’t trick me
I’m not your rubbish
Don't punish
What you create
Hate
Me for who I am
Heroine needles in my hand
On the bed where I land
Covered in bands
Stripped
Of dignity
To bold to face
My reality I can’t taste
You put me in a new place
Erase
My memory from who I used to be
I’m still not me
No one offers help
I yelp
I’m not heard
Miles where you lured
Me into your trap
Your crap
I can’t ever get away
Your predator I’m prey
Cat and mouse game you have me play
That I despise
But love
Every
Little
Lie
Your right
Maybe I should
Drop under ground
Buried six feet down
I frown
Look upon me
I’m a follower
I try
To keep on the track
But always find I’m going back
I retract
Like a severed artery
I bleed out
Become a victim
of another crime
Another hollow skull
That takes role
But you always come first
A thirst
Never satisfied
Monster please take a rest
I’m tired of trying
To do my best
I’m flushed
Enough I've gushed.
Enough I've erased.
Written by Bethy
(Bbbethy)
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Exactly what happened
We grew up with it,
And the fact is,
That as a kid,
When it's easier to get a bag on tick
Than it is booze or cigs,
It's kinda hard to resist
The glam and the glitz
Of the grams and the bits
That'll divide your mind from your tits.
So...
One of me' mates' mums and dads split.
And as is the norm the dad left the mum
With the gaff and the kids, but...
She had a new fella and every weekend
was round his,
Now;
This provided us with just the right
Type of environment
To gern our backs out entirely
and safe to say we gave it our best attempt.
With the intent of pushing limits
to their ultimate extent.
Stress testing rules to see what broke and what would bend.
Acting the fool and throwing caution to the wind...
So a few years on and we was street cornerin',
Wearing a tracksuit and raincoat that let the water in,
Those same jokes you'd heard before begin
The boredum storm clouds formin in-
Amidst the smoke and mist of
all those oh so well rolled splifs that
you'd bin slaughterin',
I'm nauseous at the thought of it...
You'd passed the warning signal rizla
Of those silvers you brought with ya
Bought that morning and it's dawning
That you'd ought'a thought ta' get a quarter in
But now the mood's less ordinary,
And there are more important things,
So it's a different guy you ring,
Cos now you wanna snort somethin',
So while your mates are orderin'
The pints and an enormous gin
for this adjacent gorgeous bint
Of course you'd hit the porcelin,
Divorced from any more decision,
For this... is the realm we'd choose to live in,
Confined within the walls of our
Self-imposed prisons.
And the fact is,
That as a kid,
When it's easier to get a bag on tick
Than it is booze or cigs,
It's kinda hard to resist
The glam and the glitz
Of the grams and the bits
That'll divide your mind from your tits.
So...
One of me' mates' mums and dads split.
And as is the norm the dad left the mum
With the gaff and the kids, but...
She had a new fella and every weekend
was round his,
Now;
This provided us with just the right
Type of environment
To gern our backs out entirely
and safe to say we gave it our best attempt.
With the intent of pushing limits
to their ultimate extent.
Stress testing rules to see what broke and what would bend.
Acting the fool and throwing caution to the wind...
So a few years on and we was street cornerin',
Wearing a tracksuit and raincoat that let the water in,
Those same jokes you'd heard before begin
The boredum storm clouds formin in-
Amidst the smoke and mist of
all those oh so well rolled splifs that
you'd bin slaughterin',
I'm nauseous at the thought of it...
You'd passed the warning signal rizla
Of those silvers you brought with ya
Bought that morning and it's dawning
That you'd ought'a thought ta' get a quarter in
But now the mood's less ordinary,
And there are more important things,
So it's a different guy you ring,
Cos now you wanna snort somethin',
So while your mates are orderin'
The pints and an enormous gin
for this adjacent gorgeous bint
Of course you'd hit the porcelin,
Divorced from any more decision,
For this... is the realm we'd choose to live in,
Confined within the walls of our
Self-imposed prisons.
Written by GingeryJosiff
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Silence 5 (Twinning)
Original
The
Woodland
Edges
Tried to
Populate
In the wild;
Only to be
Turned
Down-
By
Fruit bearing
Silence.
Remix
The
Woodland
Edges
Appeared to me
In the wild;
Fruitful
And all
She was
Allowed
To
Colonize
Was
My silence.
{bitch}
The
Woodland
Edges
Tried to
Populate
In the wild;
Only to be
Turned
Down-
By
Fruit bearing
Silence.
Remix
The
Woodland
Edges
Appeared to me
In the wild;
Fruitful
And all
She was
Allowed
To
Colonize
Was
My silence.
{bitch}
Written by Nari
(Laura Jean)
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The gentler gender for gentlemen . (For contest)
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I'm proud of belonging to the female race,
To hail from the fair sex
To be a part of womanhood , earthly sisterhood
Not only because I have far less hairy
Smoother, softer fairer pinker skin
than the gents and men
But also because it is only
Our womb that cradles the unborn human
That's why we are the cradle of civilisation and humanity.
And our womanly lap that ensures the survival of the human race
Our motherly lap is said to be a child's first university.
I don't even mind being referred to as the weaker sex
For I connote it to refer to how we are a delicate delicacy
Upon which our men ravish and feast upon
Wherein also lies part of our powers ironically.
I mean I have read of kings who gave up thrones
Just so they can feast their enamoured eyes upon and love a woman!
The chauvinistic world of men has tried to sideline us
Yet powerful women have risen and shone in all ages nevertheless.
Thank you God for creating the mother of all humanity, our first mother, Eve.
Long live womanhood, be proud of your gender.
Let's change the male dominated masculine mindset of this world
And make it more women friendly and feminine.
Men are referred to as gentlemen in English,
yet that can be paradoxically harsh in reality
For more women are gentler ironically .
A woman is flower power
That can shake the world with her delicate petals
As her softer voice has learnt
to pierce, melt and mould his fierce metals
of masculine armours of physical strength
Without employing swords or guns.
A woman is divine art admired by her admirers
A vital divine creation that creates and nurtures
because the Creator has entrusted her with that magnificent role.
( comments are fine but I don't invite them for such contest entries)
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I'm proud of belonging to the female race,
To hail from the fair sex
To be a part of womanhood , earthly sisterhood
Not only because I have far less hairy
Smoother, softer fairer pinker skin
than the gents and men
But also because it is only
Our womb that cradles the unborn human
That's why we are the cradle of civilisation and humanity.
And our womanly lap that ensures the survival of the human race
Our motherly lap is said to be a child's first university.
I don't even mind being referred to as the weaker sex
For I connote it to refer to how we are a delicate delicacy
Upon which our men ravish and feast upon
Wherein also lies part of our powers ironically.
I mean I have read of kings who gave up thrones
Just so they can feast their enamoured eyes upon and love a woman!
The chauvinistic world of men has tried to sideline us
Yet powerful women have risen and shone in all ages nevertheless.
Thank you God for creating the mother of all humanity, our first mother, Eve.
Long live womanhood, be proud of your gender.
Let's change the male dominated masculine mindset of this world
And make it more women friendly and feminine.
Men are referred to as gentlemen in English,
yet that can be paradoxically harsh in reality
For more women are gentler ironically .
A woman is flower power
That can shake the world with her delicate petals
As her softer voice has learnt
to pierce, melt and mould his fierce metals
of masculine armours of physical strength
Without employing swords or guns.
A woman is divine art admired by her admirers
A vital divine creation that creates and nurtures
because the Creator has entrusted her with that magnificent role.
( comments are fine but I don't invite them for such contest entries)
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Written by Zaynab_kamoonpury
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All Is Not Fair In Love and War
You took a bullet for me and I took all the physical pain
For you. An eye for an eye or so they say. The whispers
That stay behind closed doors as they watch all the rain
Pouring down, soaking the earth. We used to be sisters
And brothers, always arm in arm, but they are having us
Fight against our comrades in this long bloodshed war.
What the hell are we all fighting for? Food? Less muss?
Freedom and love? Peace? Justice? Settling the score?
A place we call home? The spilled blood of our ancestors
Are running deep. We dig trenches to ease our burden.
The truth is we are all wanderers, seekers and the questors
For the bigger questions asked like why are we so uncertain?
Life is certainly not fair, especially when it comes to matters
Of the heart and head. When one war ends another one starts.
Our heads get screwed up and messy. Our hearts get tattered
And torn into thousands of pieces. This life leaves and departs.
For you. An eye for an eye or so they say. The whispers
That stay behind closed doors as they watch all the rain
Pouring down, soaking the earth. We used to be sisters
And brothers, always arm in arm, but they are having us
Fight against our comrades in this long bloodshed war.
What the hell are we all fighting for? Food? Less muss?
Freedom and love? Peace? Justice? Settling the score?
A place we call home? The spilled blood of our ancestors
Are running deep. We dig trenches to ease our burden.
The truth is we are all wanderers, seekers and the questors
For the bigger questions asked like why are we so uncertain?
Life is certainly not fair, especially when it comes to matters
Of the heart and head. When one war ends another one starts.
Our heads get screwed up and messy. Our hearts get tattered
And torn into thousands of pieces. This life leaves and departs.
Written by eswaller
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Conflict
Morning arrives, strident and shrill
First the alarm sounds loud as a bell
Then she starts; Really? Take a chill pill!
Why not 'Good Morning, did you sleep well?'
Far too early for in-depth interrogation
Twenty questions about being late home
Need the UN Peace-keepers' delegation
Yes, a few beers, no, I didn't drive, drone ... drone..
Constant and incessant the verbal barrage is
Prodding and probing, seeking to catch me out
Until with a bang the front door closes. Bliss..
Did I sign up for this? Is this what it's all about?
When did togetherness and friendship disappear?
Are we so blinded by our separated scenes
That we cannot find time to shed a tear
Spend energy on building bridges between
Rather than garner this destructive force
Driving wedges in deep, prising us apart
When did this all begin, remind me please
Which moment in time, just how did it start?
Questions whirling around. I beg you to cease
Right now I've a mother of a hangover to quell.
First the alarm sounds loud as a bell
Then she starts; Really? Take a chill pill!
Why not 'Good Morning, did you sleep well?'
Far too early for in-depth interrogation
Twenty questions about being late home
Need the UN Peace-keepers' delegation
Yes, a few beers, no, I didn't drive, drone ... drone..
Constant and incessant the verbal barrage is
Prodding and probing, seeking to catch me out
Until with a bang the front door closes. Bliss..
Did I sign up for this? Is this what it's all about?
When did togetherness and friendship disappear?
Are we so blinded by our separated scenes
That we cannot find time to shed a tear
Spend energy on building bridges between
Rather than garner this destructive force
Driving wedges in deep, prising us apart
When did this all begin, remind me please
Which moment in time, just how did it start?
Questions whirling around. I beg you to cease
Right now I've a mother of a hangover to quell.
Written by DawnRaider
(Dr)
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Phallic Misconception
Trolling for men
Or boys or just in between
Too many to count
In hotel bars and seedy scenes
For one night stands, lay-downs more apt
With primers like yeyo blue vodka and ludes
And smoke until I was sufficiently smashed
So that the faces morphed into a single trifling dude
Short fat thin straight curved to the left to the right up down
Cut and uncut hirsute and slick
Pink and every shade of brown
Both the dicks and the dicks attached to the dicks
Fifteen seconds later ever the zealot
I would just say 'ay te wacho or maybe I''ll call
In the hotel mirror as my I planned my exit
The reflections of chests puffed out and standing tall
Without exception, they all primped and preened
Once cuckolded prowess redeemed
One winter night Goddess spoke her secret to me
Keep your pearls girl she seemed to scream
In retrospect, perhaps I was asleep
Or sleepwalking day drinking
Pill popping drug taking
4 martini lunch drinking perhaps
Left in the dusty Texas desert
Trolling is only a memory
The fact I wasn’t murdered
Many times, I escaped cleverly
Or boys or just in between
Too many to count
In hotel bars and seedy scenes
For one night stands, lay-downs more apt
With primers like yeyo blue vodka and ludes
And smoke until I was sufficiently smashed
So that the faces morphed into a single trifling dude
Short fat thin straight curved to the left to the right up down
Cut and uncut hirsute and slick
Pink and every shade of brown
Both the dicks and the dicks attached to the dicks
Fifteen seconds later ever the zealot
I would just say 'ay te wacho or maybe I''ll call
In the hotel mirror as my I planned my exit
The reflections of chests puffed out and standing tall
Without exception, they all primped and preened
Once cuckolded prowess redeemed
One winter night Goddess spoke her secret to me
Keep your pearls girl she seemed to scream
In retrospect, perhaps I was asleep
Or sleepwalking day drinking
Pill popping drug taking
4 martini lunch drinking perhaps
Left in the dusty Texas desert
Trolling is only a memory
The fact I wasn’t murdered
Many times, I escaped cleverly
Written by Amanacer
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R.I.P.D
Death oh beautiful death why do you continue to escape me at every corner all I want is you yet you still refuse to me my owner. Death can't you see I'm way past my last breathe dnt u know I give in I refuse to fight I have nothing left
Why won't you just let me be at peace & rest truly just rest in ease. Death I know your not my friend nor my foe I pop pills I smoke & I drink just to let it all go. My light have dimmed I stand on the edge of of what's fucked up yet completely fine shit I'm so done I even snort a blurred line. Death fuck my life you're all that I need you're my true love/drug surpassed all the liquor crack dope & weed.
Why won't you just let me be at peace & rest truly just rest in ease. Death I know your not my friend nor my foe I pop pills I smoke & I drink just to let it all go. My light have dimmed I stand on the edge of of what's fucked up yet completely fine shit I'm so done I even snort a blurred line. Death fuck my life you're all that I need you're my true love/drug surpassed all the liquor crack dope & weed.
Written by PerfectSinner
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