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Twisted Dreamer
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Poetry Contest

Write a poem based on a life changing experience you had whether it was good or bad.
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Dangerous Mind
United Kingdom
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The Aftermath

In my split second of madness  
I gave in to life  
Swallowed the pills  
Washed them down with pure vodka  
Laid my head down  
For the last sleep  
Suddenly I was awoken  
For me It was like a few hours  
In reality ten days in a coma  
I heard snarling voices  
Saw faceless faces  
Coming towards me  
Couldn’t define reality  
The insane hallucinations had taken hold  
I was in a moving hospital  
Moving beds  
Walls painted red with blood  
The screams were either imagined or mine  
Life had brought me back  
Fear kept me in a state of limbo  
The voices knew my shame  
Kept digging into my soul  
The pain wouldn’t let go  
Just wanted to die again  
The face in the mirror wasn’t mine  
It was a stranger with dead eyes  
I tried to smash its reflection with my head  
All I got was cuts  
And a rueful smile from my nemesis
Whispering I’m never going away  
I survived to tell the tale  
But it haunts me still  
The madness the voices  
The face in the mirror  
They come back from time to time  
But I’m strong enough to fight them off
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Dangerous Mind
United Kingdom
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Moving On (tiny dancer)

1(death and discovery)

Metaphorical deaths although painful
the same time rewarding
shedding that which is not needed
transmuting the hurts in to something beautiful

Sleep deprived vision quests
whilst fun at the same time dangerous
seeing the cosmic at its vibrational core
careful to linger any longer than needed
seek what it is
a simple answer to an incredible question

2(living future)

Driving aimless, just the thrill of the ride
engine hums, something for the background, those thoughts, thinking
nothing, just taking in the scenery
enjoying destination, anywhere we want it to be

Silence broken by radio click
static tuning the perfect station
hand creeps, sits on top of mine
atmosphere changes, angelic voice
singing... Count the headlights on the highway
Leaning into me, serenade a duo
Hold me closer tiny dancer
hold me closer............
Written by Carpe_Noctem
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Tyrant of Words
United States
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evolution of an aria

she stood there
fists tightly clenched
rocking hard from side to side
anger on the left
hurt on the right
with her stuck in the middle
completely at the mercy of that emotional tide
and still he turned & walked
leaving her in shambles

a l o n e

huddled defensively as storms blew in
and like a rag doll they tossed her
uncaring & listless
cast upon a lifeless shore
where she lay for many days
adding salt to the ocean
thinking of nothing but the pain
until a strange lethargy settled in
yet it was that very sense of unfeeling
that finally broke her leaden apathy
forcing her to fumble to her feet

I can lay here & slowly die
just call it quits
or I can get up & try

somewhere in her muted darkness
a tiny ember sputtered
flared & suddenly sparked
she felt something slowly growing
a fiery ball of burning white
consuming her from the inside
and she became defiant

I can do as I've always done
expect no more than I've always had
or I can let go
find my voice
and move on

months passed as she rewrote her descant
and from a safe distance
he watched
as she silently unraveled
and then unexpectedly blossomed
a day came when he returned
this time begging her
but the thing about growth
is its ever changing structure
sometimes what we loved
no longer fits as it once did

and she smiled
shook her head & replied
you left me
telling me I wasn’t enough
for a time, I actually believed it
unable to imagine a life without you
and I grieved
until one day I discovered…

and here she took a deep shuddering breath
looked him square in the eye

...I wasn’t enough for me either
so I took a look deep inside
found my direction
and flew!
do you know…
I loved it!
learning the joy of climbing mountains
just to witness the view
breathless & aching
already ready to ascend another
and, baby, I grew!
only then did you deem me worthy
do you not understand?
without you…
I found me!

your place in my heart remains
like an echo
of a beautiful refrain
but that song has long since ended
you need to do what I had to do
thank you for the thought
and for the shove
I wouldn’t be here without it
but it’s time for you
to rewrite your own tune

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Fire of Insight
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buddydog H Faulk III
Thought Provoker
United States
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Asystole is such a lonely sound
As I watched you slip away
Emptiness came crashing down
Words are too hard to say
How do I tell the one’s I love
I pray for strength for today
Cause tomorrow I’ll just drink it away

It’s the first sunrise without you
All decisions are way too much
Can’t find a reason, I don’t have a clue
I screamed your name in affray
How can I go on, I feel so hopeless  
Maybe I’ll stop at the church to pray  
Or sit here on these steps and just drink it away

Today is the day,  I’ll lay you to rest  
I asked God why He took you away
My body and soul is so obsessed
A single rose, one last time to pray
As the tears fills my eyes  
When they lower you in that Georgia clay  
The darkness will overcome,  I’ll just drink it away  
Just drink it away
Little by little the pain will lead me astray
Just drink it away
You were my forever now the past is all I have... after today
Written by buddydog (buddydog H Faulk III)
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Tyrant of Words
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Bookmarks & innuendo

a swallow leaves as pages of palm trees brown.
hardly drinking,  the sopping fish  
no longer around.
It’s winter now upon subtle grounds
and swallowing difficult when one has that
itch and feel that we might be missing something.
Bookmarked the uncertainty, the mainstay  
we do despite the weather,  
friends are left behind. Invite to come along
creates a journey of slow to no growth
and  hence to feather in between the pages.
There’s the climate and climate change ----
reciprocal warmth
saliva worn stamps  
curling off of the
empty envelopes.
Beside the point?
Point is. . .
Montage - Collage
& Perservation…………
The personal journey
is to no where special  
but somewhere
our selves.
Green pages sprout and spring
all the books returned
Bookmarks removed
still  remind
us of how far we’ve traveled.
Trust me,
You will know  
the when
the how
the before and after. . .

the why
Is an eternal path
buried somewhere
within inuendos
of the Living Tome's
I wish I had
Written by Tallen (earth_empath)
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Dangerous Mind
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The Bygone (E)Ra (Re)Turns...A FireEye


a chirpy rhythmic
sparrowy koel
(she was)
in a rare naturalistic flair

and, in blue print nylons. those mini florals
a matching locket dangled . timidly metallous

devoid of blues (was she)

her eyes lit
as she looked upon Ra
(like everbefore)

who, a clumped mass
by its conceptions
of obsoleted self

to her
the Ra was Soulflame
burning endlessly zealous

Ra, reminiscing
through its bloated vagueness pockets
greened gangrenes
weighed itself down
in strangulating blockades

not an illumination until distant visions
doomed times in marching strides

a reducing matchstick
abrased its solid graphitic stamps
and choking smogs
over its ashen nothingness

it needed to starve in stringent constrictions
to be fusing its spaces from within and between
to be gotten kissing stuck in purposed strongholds kicking forward

each segmental cell danced n-directions
a lightning centipede but paced smooth
much differently from shelled slimy snail

indecipherably penetrating fire
of mingled singularity

Written by summultima (uma)
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Fire of Insight
South Africa
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message to my 17 year old self

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Fire of Insight
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Icarus' Last Wish

When Icarus,  
having flown too close to the sun,  
was descending to a certain death,  
his fast approaching demise did not even cross his mind...
A single thought obsessed him:
Would he ever, and how,  
get to fly again...
Written by takis1917
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Thought Provoker
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Road Trip, Aspiring To Escape The Mould

Midnight slinks on the clawed paws  
of a black cat
the air is hollow
as if entombed in echoes  
each step full of nightingales  
waiting to sing out
chirrup escapee, escapee
I wake my son gently from a small boys slumber
“Josh, josh
it’s time to go  
shhhhhh, stay quiet
it’s a secret”
I try to rub sleep from my eyes
as his arms wrap around my neck
my wounds scream
they begin to weep
the flavour of dread  
sweet as tooth decay  
tangs the air
blood trickles
I lick it gently from my lip
it’s oozing night terrors that taste like
alcohol filtered through the knuckles
of a broken mans wrath
my son’s head bobs on my shoulder
my arms quaking trying to comfort
I glide wraith like
over pitfalls that might wake
a leviathan from his slumber
bundled in the car swaddled in blankets
almost like babes  
my two boys are still fast asleep  
good boys  
they don’t understand...

I turn the key delicately as if my held breath
would silence the rumble of a hole scattered muffler
rusted through, decay chewing away at the  
cars ability to breathe it screams into the darkness.....  
The roar of  
bestial cries haunt the air and bloodlust is thick as rotten cotton candy
I slam the car into drive  
as if the hounds of hell have been loosed and they want my children’s souls
shards of door splinter outwards
as the leviathan
shatters the night
shrieking rage and hatred
his vengeance is a hurled brick
from the cluster of rubble on the curb side
it’s ineffectual clunk dents the boot then fades along with his screams
white knuckles
splashed in tears
grip on the wheel making me shudder, hands shaking
my breathing that of a sprinter
having just crossed the finish line
never again I sob quietly
never again
rubber rolls on the road into  
chaos of the unknown  
but in the potential of a future seen through eyes swollen shut
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- Missy -
Tyrant of Words
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A Box Is Still A Home

I slept last night  
in my pointless kitchen nook,      
a gap formed by poor construction      
reminding me of childish dens      
laden with pillows and poetry.      
I spent nine months sleeping rough, 
yet I am amazed that in my own house      
with the king sized bed and pillows        
that some nights I sleep near the washer        
where sadness still lives.
Even I know it’s not normal      
to be crying in the middle of the day        
watching the tap drip;
the scoffing mocker of commodities    
take the piss out of your misery  
but it drums into my skull        
as the echoes rattle in my head      
looking for an exit sign.      
This space is a mausoleum,      
a sterile amplification of grief        
screaming out hieroglyphs        
because it’s all my bloody tips      
can scrape into the fake wood      
and I wish for one second      
that you were here, that your footsteps      
would echo these black lyrical halls,      
that the rattle would explode      
clattering its beads to the floor      
so there’d be something new      
to ponder        
amongst dust, bottlecaps,      
love to give.
Written by Miss_Sub (- Missy -)
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Dangerous Mind
Sri Lanka
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I was hesitant to
step onto the light  
I was the fear  
itself from within  
but I buried it well  
with the fearless veneer  
and drowned me  
in a quicksand  
staring at a rope  
over my head  
time to time  
you get a nudge  
to your toes  
lifting you up  
still, you refuse  
to grab the rope  
you tremble at  
the voices inside  
they try to convince  
an escape doesn’t  
come this easy  
they try to take  
you to the bottom  
saying the true  
escape is there    
but it keeps  
nudging you  
levitating you  
and finally, you  
grab the rope  
with your  
and half closed eyes  
and today, I’m not scared  
of the darkness that ruined my days  
with a strengthened heart, a faithful soul  
a righteous spirit and I’m filled with hope  
עִמָּנוּאֵל‎   Immanuel  
God is with (us) me
God is with us  
Written by dejure (vick)
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Dangerous Mind
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As the sunshine slowly disappears from the skies only to be replace by the shadow of the darkness of night AS IT OVER TAKES THE DISTANCE SKIES, it is here within this very moment of space were there is no time my mind wonders and ponders, upon my most deepest thoughts that walks and travels through the stairways and chambers of my mind and heart and soul touching and pulling at the deepness of my silents with tears I cry in silence alone.                                                                                                                  
For as the darkness shades my life at this very moment within time and world it shifts my most inner thoughts to a feeling that grabs at my gut from deep within my mere spiritual soul of my souls, for I don't want to appear weak nor strong for bottom line I am only HUMAN AS A MAN, who has seen the darkness of hurt and pain with a deep feel of misery for we all have been there before once in our life and world.                                    
                                                                                                                              When love changes as it isn't the same as it use to be in the beginning for you went from having sunshine to having darkness take over your life and world, but always remember these unspoken words what don't kill you only makes you that much stronger as an individual of heart and mind and body and spiritual soul even when DARKNESS FALLS.
Written by Stoney223
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