Poetry competition CLOSED 2nd June 2019 2:06pm
WINNER
Heart_symphony
Heart_symphony
RUNNER-UP:
Thetravelingfairy
Broken Home
Another day another G
Watching your life go down the drain is no easy feat,
when your ear drums beat to your heart and you can’t see,
everything carries weight when it’s on top,
a lotta the time seems like there’s no way to make it stop,
but you have to carry on
stay strong
put your brave face on and keep it going beyond the usual way to respond,
with tomorrow forever in front
another day brings another blunt
till you’re sick of the two gram hunt and start to punt,
the clientele are a dealers hell, 3am still rings the bell,
soon you begin to smoke what you’re supposed to sell,
but just fuckit an have another bucket
till your stomach plummets
after you’ve reached the summit,
take a nap drop the drapes
Nothing to think about until you wake,
start choking on another bake,
It’s a decision you don’t have to make.
when your ear drums beat to your heart and you can’t see,
everything carries weight when it’s on top,
a lotta the time seems like there’s no way to make it stop,
but you have to carry on
stay strong
put your brave face on and keep it going beyond the usual way to respond,
with tomorrow forever in front
another day brings another blunt
till you’re sick of the two gram hunt and start to punt,
the clientele are a dealers hell, 3am still rings the bell,
soon you begin to smoke what you’re supposed to sell,
but just fuckit an have another bucket
till your stomach plummets
after you’ve reached the summit,
take a nap drop the drapes
Nothing to think about until you wake,
start choking on another bake,
It’s a decision you don’t have to make.
Written by LadyLaura
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A Broken Home
Bamboo shoots ripped out
razor blade cuts bled
broken limbs
limping amid public intoxicant fear
nights traveled to uninhabitatated lands
white blossoms marking the hills
was I lost?
a prisoner to pain
surrendering unto sunrise
where toes dip in the sand
with no seas
no breeze
bloodshot eyes begging a need
greed dispersing another seed
grackle fed
upon the remains I'm led
this box heavy
am I already dead?
broken without a home
decaying
only a mind still roams
razor blade cuts bled
broken limbs
limping amid public intoxicant fear
nights traveled to uninhabitatated lands
white blossoms marking the hills
was I lost?
a prisoner to pain
surrendering unto sunrise
where toes dip in the sand
with no seas
no breeze
bloodshot eyes begging a need
greed dispersing another seed
grackle fed
upon the remains I'm led
this box heavy
am I already dead?
broken without a home
decaying
only a mind still roams
Written by JusTim_
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Despair
I can't feel my heart but I know that it's there.
Sitting on the cold, cutting edge of despair.
I struggle with words, my arms grasping at air.
Reaching for someone who just isn't there.
I can't feel my heart, it's left me alone, standing in the ruins of a sad broken home.
There's no one to turn to, no where to hide,
from the judgemental voices that I let inside.
A heart is so simple, but I was a fool.
And I let it go like I had nothing to lose.
And now I just sit here.
With a cold empty shell, pounding the beat of my own private hell.
I can't feel my heart but I know that it's there. Sitting on the cold, cutting edge of despair..
Sitting on the cold, cutting edge of despair.
I struggle with words, my arms grasping at air.
Reaching for someone who just isn't there.
I can't feel my heart, it's left me alone, standing in the ruins of a sad broken home.
There's no one to turn to, no where to hide,
from the judgemental voices that I let inside.
A heart is so simple, but I was a fool.
And I let it go like I had nothing to lose.
And now I just sit here.
With a cold empty shell, pounding the beat of my own private hell.
I can't feel my heart but I know that it's there. Sitting on the cold, cutting edge of despair..
Written by Miserylives
(Dylan Farmer)
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A House of Black & Blue
On every block
In every town
Is one house known
For being black & blue
It’s a haunted home
Where many a night
A drunken monster
Bellows in rage
Fueled by liquor
He’s the Devil uncaged
A box of screams
A dwelling of pain
A hut of wailing
Muffled thuds
Little ones crying
In the morning
The children emerge
They look so scared
With shell shocked eyes
They speak no words
Sometimes a woman
From inside that place
Timid she quietly leaves
With scarf covered head
And sunglass covered face
She leaves quickly
Silently like a ghost
Walking to the store
Returning with groceries
She shuts the door
What sort of monster haunts
The house of black & blue?
That reigns terror upon a family
With horrors unviewed
Is there nothing you can do?
The monsters children fear most are real. They don’t hide under their beds, but can be found sleeping next to mommy instead.
In every town
Is one house known
For being black & blue
It’s a haunted home
Where many a night
A drunken monster
Bellows in rage
Fueled by liquor
He’s the Devil uncaged
A box of screams
A dwelling of pain
A hut of wailing
Muffled thuds
Little ones crying
In the morning
The children emerge
They look so scared
With shell shocked eyes
They speak no words
Sometimes a woman
From inside that place
Timid she quietly leaves
With scarf covered head
And sunglass covered face
She leaves quickly
Silently like a ghost
Walking to the store
Returning with groceries
She shuts the door
What sort of monster haunts
The house of black & blue?
That reigns terror upon a family
With horrors unviewed
Is there nothing you can do?
The monsters children fear most are real. They don’t hide under their beds, but can be found sleeping next to mommy instead.
Written by snugglebuck
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Demolition Man
When I was young and naïve,
I help build a home,
A place where we’d grow old but,
There was something else in me.
We spent twelve years together,
Building a foundation to last forever,
But I had doubts.
When I was young and naïve,
I was also angry and unsure,
I wasn’t a good person, to a degree,
When I helped build a home.
Then one day
When I found out I’d been betrayed,
I let the anger boil deep down inside of me,
Not knowing it was eating at the foundation.
When I was young and naïve,
I believed I could control my wrath,
But the anger was wearing me down,
Deep at the core,
An empty hole,
Because from tongue to lips I said I would forgive,
But I lied,
I tried,
Because something else had built up in me.
I collapsed spiritually,
I shut down mentally,
I moved on emotionally,
Then I found the fuse to blow it all up.
Many years later,
I keep getting reminded by that crater,
When my son points it out.
I wasn’t a good person to a degree,
I was mad and naïve,
But I didn’t want to live with the guilt,
I broke up a home,
Left a wife and son under all the debris,
Because I chose to leave,
I couldn’t deal with the anger,
Otherwise I would have taken my life.
When I was young and naïve,
I help build a home,
A place where we’d grow old but,
There was something else in me.
We spent twelve years together,
Building a foundation to last forever,
But I had doubts.
When I was young and naïve,
I was also angry and unsure,
I wasn’t a good person, to a degree,
When I helped build a home.
Then one day
When I found out I’d been betrayed,
I let the anger boil deep down inside of me,
Not knowing it was eating at the foundation.
When I was young and naïve,
I believed I could control my wrath,
But the anger was wearing me down,
Deep at the core,
An empty hole,
Because from tongue to lips I said I would forgive,
But I lied,
I tried,
Because something else had built up in me.
I collapsed spiritually,
I shut down mentally,
I moved on emotionally,
Then I found the fuse to blow it all up.
Many years later,
I keep getting reminded by that crater,
When my son points it out.
I wasn’t a good person to a degree,
I was mad and naïve,
But I didn’t want to live with the guilt,
I broke up a home,
Left a wife and son under all the debris,
Because I chose to leave,
I couldn’t deal with the anger,
Otherwise I would have taken my life.
Broken Beginning
Just because something can be brought together
doesn’t give obligation for the creation
In nature, voluntary isolation mostly means
better to leave well enough alone, walk away
Interaction can cause catastrophic consequences
Bringing close what is best kept separated
is the recipe for disaster than can span generations
Dreams fade, icy hearts remain too cold to ever thaw
Opposites now together, it is only inevitable
that without want or love for them, four children arrive
One soul is mercifully whisked away at birth
another is placed in a children’s home but visits
So two little girls remain, using wiles and wit
theft, intelligence, charm, sheer force of childish will
astonishingly creative methods used to stay together, alive
Cold, wet, sink-washed hair with Palmolive dish soap
bloody beef bologna, glass shards spat out of each bite
torn clothes worn, never were quite clean enough
lice infested hair, ringworm , cigarette burns in flesh
garbage knee-high, bugs, mold, dirt everywhere
He was too furious to notice, bound by unseen chains
She was too broken to care, physically and mentally
Neither had any clue how to care for little souls
No strength of will, all too expert in neglect
inevitably, all fell apart, lives forever scarred, fractured
People should learn, take their cue from nature.
Sad, gray-eyed boys with Kodiak cameras and dreams
should leave English-Irish intellectual blonde ice princesses be.
Jewish boys should look elsewhere for love, anywhere at all
Protestant girls shouldn’t give in to sweet words and promises
If you were to ask how I could speak so precisely
I would tell the truth - this is the beginning of me.
doesn’t give obligation for the creation
In nature, voluntary isolation mostly means
better to leave well enough alone, walk away
Interaction can cause catastrophic consequences
Bringing close what is best kept separated
is the recipe for disaster than can span generations
Dreams fade, icy hearts remain too cold to ever thaw
Opposites now together, it is only inevitable
that without want or love for them, four children arrive
One soul is mercifully whisked away at birth
another is placed in a children’s home but visits
So two little girls remain, using wiles and wit
theft, intelligence, charm, sheer force of childish will
astonishingly creative methods used to stay together, alive
Cold, wet, sink-washed hair with Palmolive dish soap
bloody beef bologna, glass shards spat out of each bite
torn clothes worn, never were quite clean enough
lice infested hair, ringworm , cigarette burns in flesh
garbage knee-high, bugs, mold, dirt everywhere
He was too furious to notice, bound by unseen chains
She was too broken to care, physically and mentally
Neither had any clue how to care for little souls
No strength of will, all too expert in neglect
inevitably, all fell apart, lives forever scarred, fractured
People should learn, take their cue from nature.
Sad, gray-eyed boys with Kodiak cameras and dreams
should leave English-Irish intellectual blonde ice princesses be.
Jewish boys should look elsewhere for love, anywhere at all
Protestant girls shouldn’t give in to sweet words and promises
If you were to ask how I could speak so precisely
I would tell the truth - this is the beginning of me.
Written by inechoingsilence
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THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY
She took me in
when i became a truly bum
I almost killed my wasted life with my father's gun
She made me feel like biggie smalls
i was born again
my only positive female friend
I wasn't ready for
a NEW sexy Female
i was lock up
She's the only one that put her house up for my prison bail
She always love my spanish dick
In my cold heart she was my only side chick
Ride or die
Till i say good-bye
I always act like a cocky fuck
I never pay her my full cock attention
I LOVE YOU SHE MENTION
BUT it came in one ear out the other
I let her slip out my spanish fingers
SHE THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY
God why
I REALLY LOVE HER
My growing pains is the breaking of my cocksure shell that encloses my fucking understanding.
I'm a true fucking asshole
When I say I love you
, I don’t say it casually.
I say it to remind you that you are my everything
She's the best thing that has ever happened to me in my intoxicated life.
I hate looking out my filthy little window
Where ever I find myself alone looking out my contaminated window
I'm wishing I was somewhere else
when i became a truly bum
I almost killed my wasted life with my father's gun
She made me feel like biggie smalls
i was born again
my only positive female friend
I wasn't ready for
a NEW sexy Female
i was lock up
She's the only one that put her house up for my prison bail
She always love my spanish dick
In my cold heart she was my only side chick
Ride or die
Till i say good-bye
I always act like a cocky fuck
I never pay her my full cock attention
I LOVE YOU SHE MENTION
BUT it came in one ear out the other
I let her slip out my spanish fingers
SHE THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY
God why
I REALLY LOVE HER
My growing pains is the breaking of my cocksure shell that encloses my fucking understanding.
I'm a true fucking asshole
When I say I love you
, I don’t say it casually.
I say it to remind you that you are my everything
She's the best thing that has ever happened to me in my intoxicated life.
I hate looking out my filthy little window
Where ever I find myself alone looking out my contaminated window
I'm wishing I was somewhere else
Written by Trome
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Loss and
One time in a younger mind
I saw four walls and envisioned home
The word was bittersweet
An unexpected gift -
A beating or Taco Bell feast
Time and a different mind learned
Four walls can be a prison
Figuratively or quite literally
I began to despise home
Now, from the enlightened mind
I realize that I never knew home
Sleeping on concrete, walls are rare
And the families here are just as dysfunctional
I've been homeless my whole life, now I've just lost the walls
And I can start to make home
From me, oh...
What a mountain lies ahead.
I saw four walls and envisioned home
The word was bittersweet
An unexpected gift -
A beating or Taco Bell feast
Time and a different mind learned
Four walls can be a prison
Figuratively or quite literally
I began to despise home
Now, from the enlightened mind
I realize that I never knew home
Sleeping on concrete, walls are rare
And the families here are just as dysfunctional
I've been homeless my whole life, now I've just lost the walls
And I can start to make home
From me, oh...
What a mountain lies ahead.
Written by Tardegrade
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Anonymous
This was not an easy comp to judge. In the end I resorted to calling in a friend to help me. After much deliberation, this was the result:
Heart_symphony, your poem most perfectly encapsulated the intent behind this comp. You made me feel the connection, & therefore the loss of it, from the beginning to the end. A poem very deserving of the win. Congratulations!
Thetravelingfairy, your poem beautifully captured what I was looking for here. You showed us your Home & how it felt to lose it. I was deeply moved. Thank you for sharing it here. Congratulations on runner-up!
Taryn, you showed us what it’s like when home is a community & that community no longer feels welcoming for one reason or another. Sometimes it’s a temporary feeling. Sometimes we grow & move on. Nevertheless, it is difficult to adjust at such times. Thank you for showing us what home meant to you. Congratulations on runner-up!
A few honoruable mentions must be made as well:
Slipalong, your poem showed us how it felt when a home becomes damaged & the pain it can cause. Thank you very much for bringing it to this forum.
David_Macleod, you highlighted very well the differences between a happy home & a broken home. There are so many that have only known broken. It’s a stark contrast for those souls. Thank you for holding those differences up to the light for us to see clearly.
Cloventoungue89, if I’m reading your poem right, you showed us the most important Home of all…sense of self. Everything else crumbles when that foundation tumbles. A very strong write. Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem.
Miss_Sub, damn, I don’t even know where to start with your entry. Powerfully written, deeply moving & haunting. I sometimes wish we could award a trophy for different aspects of a comp. Because there were definitely several here deserving of those trophies. Yours among them. Thank you for your contribution to the headache judging this comp became.
Snugglebuck, you‘ve painted us a painfully true picture of the existence of far too many souls. I’ve lived near this “home” a time or two. It breaks the heart. Thank you for joining us with this powerful piece.
Wallyroo92, when the home is broken by our own actions or inaction it often hits hardest, I think. Thank you for bringing your perspective to this comp.
Thank you again to everyone who took part in this challenge! Until next time, see you all between the pages.
Heart_symphony, your poem most perfectly encapsulated the intent behind this comp. You made me feel the connection, & therefore the loss of it, from the beginning to the end. A poem very deserving of the win. Congratulations!
Thetravelingfairy, your poem beautifully captured what I was looking for here. You showed us your Home & how it felt to lose it. I was deeply moved. Thank you for sharing it here. Congratulations on runner-up!
Taryn, you showed us what it’s like when home is a community & that community no longer feels welcoming for one reason or another. Sometimes it’s a temporary feeling. Sometimes we grow & move on. Nevertheless, it is difficult to adjust at such times. Thank you for showing us what home meant to you. Congratulations on runner-up!
A few honoruable mentions must be made as well:
Slipalong, your poem showed us how it felt when a home becomes damaged & the pain it can cause. Thank you very much for bringing it to this forum.
David_Macleod, you highlighted very well the differences between a happy home & a broken home. There are so many that have only known broken. It’s a stark contrast for those souls. Thank you for holding those differences up to the light for us to see clearly.
Cloventoungue89, if I’m reading your poem right, you showed us the most important Home of all…sense of self. Everything else crumbles when that foundation tumbles. A very strong write. Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem.
Miss_Sub, damn, I don’t even know where to start with your entry. Powerfully written, deeply moving & haunting. I sometimes wish we could award a trophy for different aspects of a comp. Because there were definitely several here deserving of those trophies. Yours among them. Thank you for your contribution to the headache judging this comp became.
Snugglebuck, you‘ve painted us a painfully true picture of the existence of far too many souls. I’ve lived near this “home” a time or two. It breaks the heart. Thank you for joining us with this powerful piece.
Wallyroo92, when the home is broken by our own actions or inaction it often hits hardest, I think. Thank you for bringing your perspective to this comp.
Thank you again to everyone who took part in this challenge! Until next time, see you all between the pages.
