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A_Failed_Artist
A_Failed_Artist
Twisted Dreamer
United States
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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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AspergerPoet56
AspergerPoet56
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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Carpe_Noctem
Carpe_Noctem
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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FromTheAsh
FromTheAsh
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
unnoticed
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
bereft
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


Written by FromTheAsh
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Layla
Layla
Fire of Insight
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Three Trees

She climbed the steep hill with midday sun on her back.
The balmy breeze barely touching beads of sweat rolling over her weathered skin. Steps once lighter, swifter became methodically slower over ridged trails curved, carving Reimann Hypothesis on her vertical axis with graphite coal smudging thoughts into shadows which never touched.  

She passed a Redgum Tree and paused to wipe the perspiration from the temple with her right hand remembering how the left hand slid in her father’s pocket, the trousers hung behind the bedroom door, taking two coins in the dim light of youth.  How the next day water condensation from a bottle of cold cherry coke held with both hands seemed to wash rites of wrongs with the taste of sweet elixir coating her throat.  
 
The road seemed to level and she reveled at the wild beauty of nature. The extraordinary perseverance of metamorphosis for a trace of trice to feel life's tempo under skin burrowed in the marrow. Alongside the thicket cacti stood tall with black opaque flowers phlegmatic surrealism mimicking ghosts rooted in the valley of death surrounded by all the riches.  
 
She felt the apple bounce in her bag over the shoulder as she came upon a patch of filtered shade under a Velvet Ash Tree.  The hike, although short in distance geographically; pivoted the mind and soul in kaleidoscopic tones.  She took a bite of the apple, juices dripping from her chin, she didn’t bother to wipe, her hands felt unclean. Reclined against the trunk, eyes closed listened to the sounds ranging from nothing to everything alive and electrifying.  
 
It had been three years since she had packed her car and moved away as far as the winds could carry in aimless wanderlust.  There were no goodbyes, no tears, sentimentality seemed overrated, slashing every word with letter T, sharp across the middle in crucification.  Heartbreak is always a glass half full but she had left all behind including the glass, carrying only suitcase of memories.  
 
She took a precarious turn passing the last ridge gathering the last of strength and there it stood The Wisdom Tree solitary and majestic in magnificence.  
She approached in awe and stood beneath it where countless others have stood enduring the strenuous journey, rediscovering themselves in the process leaving their notes of sage in a box under the tree.  
 
The blood throbbed coursing her veins feeling the energy, light and universal love; Strength in weakness, endurance in resistance, lessons in rocks and knocks while the road curved with new hope each day.  
Three words were scribbled on a piece of paper, folded once, twice, triad.  She dropped it in the box.  
 
Life is beautiful.  
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buddydog
buddydog
buddydog H Faulk III
Thought Provoker
United States
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Away

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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Tallen
Tallen
earth_empath
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.
 
Still
There’s the climate and climate change ----
Relationships,  
reciprocal warmth
saliva worn stamps  
curling off of the
empty envelopes.
 
Beside the point?
 
Point is. . .
Education
Indoctrination
Maturation
Preservation  
Montage - Collage
& Perservation…………
 
The personal journey
is to no where special  
but somewhere
beyond  
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. . .

 
However,
the why
perhaps  
Is an eternal path
buried somewhere
within inuendos
of the Living Tome's
pages.
 
Sometimes
I wish I had
bookmarked  
those  
damn  
places.
 
Written by Tallen (earth_empath)
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Juvenalis66
Juvenalis66
Juvenalis
Dangerous Mind
Italy
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The Mirror

Oh mirror, how you speak,
of truth's bitter reason;
reality in no way flattering.
At the time of youth,
when eternity is far,
immortal we believe to be.
Time, true agent of sorrow,
creeps upon humanity enduringly;
let there be no doubt, She will come
like a thief in a cold, restless night.
Like an ending chapter of a book
forgotten, so will be the morn
of the final day.
Albeit may seem endless
to bored bystanders,
the whining of those who're
passing becomes a segment
of judgment, remorse, fear and hope;
a prelude to everlasting permanence.
Your beauty will not save you;
all matter rotts away like a carrion.
Your Lust will not pay your deed;
what's done is done,
what not, fades away.
Your words are lost in the wind.
Their generating breath will be
no more; like waves hitting shore,
with their foam lost in endless sand.
Remember, you don't own your day!
It's yours to lease till Mistress is away.
Death is our release; all memories,
eventually, like mist, fade away.
Don't think about tomorrow.
You don't know if you will end today.
Written by Juvenalis66 (Juvenalis)
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summultima
summultima
uma
Dangerous Mind
India
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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
immobilized
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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poetOftragedy
poetOftragedy
Fire of Insight
South Africa
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message to my 17 year old self

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takis1917
takis1917
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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Commentonly
Commentonly
Twisted Dreamer
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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
whisper,
 
“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  
“WHAT THE FUCK”
“WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?”
“WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY BOYS?”  
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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Miss_Sub
Miss_Sub
- Missy -
Tyrant of Words
United Kingdom
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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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dejure
dejure
vick
Dangerous Mind
Sri Lanka
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עִמָּנוּאֵל‎

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  
 
because  
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  
brokenness  
weakness  
wickedness  
hopelessness  
tiredness  
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  
 
because,  
 
עִמָּנוּאֵל‎   Immanuel  
God is with (us) me
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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עִמָּנוּאֵל‎  
Immanuel  
God is with us  
Greek
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Stoney223
Stoney223
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TRAPPED IN A WORLD OF DARKNESS

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.
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