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TrueLover
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Meganne
Lost Thinker
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Poetry Contest

Write a poem about the problems, and pain the world causes. Tragic beauty, is in fact beauty!


TrueLover
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Meganne
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My brain is a mess

They say write down how you feel and what you donít say,

But thereís so much shit running through my mind everyday.

How can I write down all these thoughts when my brain is like the weather, always changing.

Good things can happen but then my brain starts rearranging,

My mind so cluttered it would cause panic to someone with OCD.

Anything I do anymore causes anxiety, shaking , breaking inside canít breathe,

I should know better by now than to wear my heart on my sleeve.

Who am I kidding my mind isnít the only thing thatís a mess, my mind isnít the only reason Iím fucking stressed,

I know having love, support and positive people in my life should make me feel blessed.

ďThink happy thoughts and donít forget to smileĒ they tell me,

But I donít know how depressed isnít something I fucking choose to be!

I tell others that thereís lots of reasons to live, it makes no sense.

I guess That makes me a hypocrite.

I just wish I could take my own advice, to others I say be nice,

And then my own skin I slice.
Written by TrueLover (Meganne)
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LunasChild8
LunasChild8
Dangerous Mind
Canada
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Hollow Shell

This is it; Iím done
My heart still beats, yet no warmth flows through my veins
My face is an emotionless mask, and I feel nothing inside
Tears pour from my eyes, yet they offer no relief
From the pain and torment Iíve subjected myself to
Life is cruel, and Iím merely one of its foolish victims
Iíve irrevocably damaged the lives of the people who matter to me
No matter what I say or do, I can never make up for it
Iím in a dark and unstable place
I canít find the light and set myself free
Life isnít worth living with this pain Iím going through
So why not just end it all with two momentary pains?
And watch my life bleed out of this hollow shell of the person I once was.
Written by LunasChild8
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inechoingsilence
inechoingsilence
Thought Provoker
United States
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Silent Madness

Deception
 
Looks can be devious  
I look strong, balanced, calm  
supposedly impervious  
Silence and Madness laugh  
hysterical at your naivete

Truth

Silence sighs, cries †
never lies, never dies †
Madness supposedly sets you free  
That never happened for me  

Reality
 
Completely unwelcome  
I cannot send the shadows away  
To banish Silence and Madness  
I must exile myself  

Submission
 
It took a while to accept  
the frequent visitations  
Silent mania suffocating  
voiceless misery shrieking  

Inevitable
 
Silence dances with Madness †
Iím not them, shadowed fiends  
Yet the muted delusion is me
Written by inechoingsilence
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TrueLover
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Meganne
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Absolutely amazing! Well written and very touching! I felt this deep inside my soul!

drone
drone
Dangerous Mind
Greece
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In Bits

For some of us
the measure
of success
was surviving
the crazy times
the broken life
the painful why's
finding that balance
between
sadness and screams
some thing
we wasn't even
looking for
the balance
found us
as we now
slowly
but surely
three steps forward
two steps back
picking up
along the way
the shattered pieces
of our
self respect
of our
growing intent
to control those thoughts
that we no longer
represent
without walking
the path
of poor me
self regrets

runaway-mindtrain
runaway-mindtrain
Dangerous Mind
United States
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Adversatio order to the beast

 
The table tilted by their game rigged in hiding
Breaches anti-seals by a scarlet woman riding
Made desolate as the perverse dragon rhyme
Turning the natural mind to inverted sublime,
 
By no reason materializes out of nothingness
World view as a pointless line of meaningless
Untrainable raising the human being priority
Superimposing pedestal as highest authority,
 
So neglecting an origin for the idea of power
Accompanying a man in the transpiring hour
Willingly boosting their highest arrogant line
Mislaying true breath within old fogs of time,
 
Approaches spectacle soon made polarized
Subsisting near co-occurring continuum lies
Within exchange into any presumed frivolity
As a Rosicrucian Golden Dawn Royal Society,
 
Anomalous sacking of Constantinoplian land
Shifting Byzantine manuscripts barred band
Greecian Romanic practice of Medici sadism
Diverted antiquated hermetic Neoplatonism,
 
Blended pedagogy Kabbalah amalgam seam
Trithemius Agrippa operative stream dream
Magical Lutheran spiritual revolution in plan
Such singular Apocalyptic prospect by hand.
Written by runaway-mindtrain
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Fetchitnow
Fetchitnow
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This Is Ghetto

As the gangsta dies
On a hot and humid Florida mornin'
A poor grievin' young wife is torn
This is ghetto
And his crew cries
'cause if there's one thing that they don't need
it's another corner boy to bleed
This is ghetto

Society, don't you understand
the hood needs a helping hand
or they'll grow to be all angry young men one day
Take a look at them and me,
are we too black to see,
do we simply shut our mouths
and speak in another way

While the hood rolls
and an inspired young boy with a funny jive
deals on the corner as he collects high fives
This is ghetto

And his crib burns
so he starts to scare the folks with fright
and he teaches how to deal
and he teaches how to bite
This is ghetto

Then one night in conversation
a young rat screams aloud
She buys a toy, steals a heart,
tries for fun, but it won't even start
Then her man tries

As the crew gathers 'round a stupid young hoe
face down in the pillow with a dildo in her snatch
This is ghetto

As the neighbourhood sighs
On a hot and humid Florida mornin'
Another poor grievin' young wife is torn
This is ghetto
Written by Fetchitnow
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gothicsurrealism
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Daniel Long
Thought Provoker
United States
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The Agony of Reality

If this is reality, then why does it feel so agonistic to my soul and just?
It is this foul wintersí slapping gust
That wants one to conform their ďabnormalĒ psyche to certainty,
But I want my surrealist mind, and I can only hallucinate the senses of reality.

Can a flame live, breath and burn
In a mold of ice?
I have nowhere else to turn,
The realist world is not very nice.

And why is it when I walk down this surrealist, slush-ridden path
That my shoes donít damp?
Sometimes I feel it is an innate wrath
When I suffer from writerís-cramp.

Am I the flame?
Realism
and surrealism
are not the same!

Though I stand in the corner, I am the flame,
But the light shines not from what realists can see.
Iíve been there my whole life,
Its solitude quite hellish; loud with internal strife.

We all stare at corners; at whatís veiled within them;
And we donít like who we see within causeí theyíre reticent.
I donít like what I see hiding in the corner either, yet I stand there too!
I love me, yet I despise me. I canít hate what I am, nor will I change it.

I am me
And not you.
You are you
And Iím glad youíre not me.

All my realistic thoughts subdued,
Like a drunkard swigging wine.
Keep you to your solitude
and me to mine.
Written by gothicsurrealism (Daniel Long)
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Adzy
Adzy
Lost Thinker
United Kingdom
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Recess

The bell rings for recess
The kids go to play
But little do they know
This will be their last day

They're laughing and singing
And all having fun
'Til a stranger shows up
With a loaded machine gun

They don't know why he's here
There's no time to ask
He pulls down the trigger
And carries out his sick task

Innocent lives lost
The shells gleam in the sun
The man's taken down
But the damage is now done

Why are people so evil?
This whole world's a mess
All these kids wanted
Was to enjoy their recess

But now they're just lifeless
Their bodies lie slain
How does this keep happening
It's fucking insane!

Written by Adzy
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ImperfectedStone
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
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United Kingdom
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Wires

We're close to death,
you and I,
we tread the thin line between the living and ghosts.
You wired up,
and I unable to leave
your bedside -
You've been sick a long time
and I've always been
attracted to the sick,
it brings out my own sickness.
Don't you see,
mental health is contagious?
You and I infect each other.

And I mind
since I actually like being healthy
yet
an allure is always there
to dance with you
beside the car crash
waiting for a new day to begin
neither of us want to greet.

rem-ember
rem-ember
Reemira Mendez
Strange Creature
Philippines
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This is amazing , I mean when I read your work I can feel your emotion as if you're beside me as if I've known you for so long.

Carringten_Genesis
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Hailey

As the pink evening sky turns into navy blue night, a cozy home becomes the homefront of a battlefield.

When her eyes close, the nightmare begins, the boogie man arises again with 2 horns, blood red eyes, a machete tipped tail and razor blade claws that are constricting the bottle that contains the last drop of his vodka.

He grabs her from her shelterd bed and drags her to a dungeon hell which she has recently come to know so well.

Clawing her clothes off thread by thread, this undeveloped angel is being stripped of her wings.

Minutes turn into hours, hours into days, days turn into eternities for this girl who has been threatened to be killed if she screams for help.

Finally after the punching, choking and
and skin crawling sexual slurs the slaughter of this girls innocence has ended and the beast returns back beneath the bed to his bottomless pit.

She awakes, heart pounding body sweating and emotionally exhausted.

She tells her mother about the dreams she's been having and her mother says "don't worry they'll stop soon" as she knocks back her hourly dosages of Lexapro and Prozac with a fine hardened glass of Scotch.

The girl says ďbut momĒ, but her mother interupts "go to bed, nothing is wrong with you, youíre just having nightmares, go to sleep".

As the navy blue night sky turns into dusk orange sleeping beauty returns to her cherry color stained bed, with hopes that the boogie man won't return again.

Recieving only neglect and no comfort from the women who gave birth to her
She sees only one way to escape the beast that attacks her at night.

The Lexapro & Prozac pills her mother left on the bathroom counter.
She takes 3 of each and drifts off into an eternal sleep.

Now, months later with my angel wings fully developed I watch down as my mother wakes up from these same nightmares.

It appears after taking one soul the boogie man is after another, she has endangered herself by refusing to chase down her own demons.

She endangered her daughter by not recognizing the demon that she slept next to, now she must deal with them both alone.

The battle is over but the war has just begun.

A note tucked in between an inflorescence of violet Chinese Wisteria and marble stone says "I'm sorry, I was too late".
The marble stone reads.....
"Hailey May 3, 2003-July 11, 2011".
I was 8 years old.
Written by Carringten_Genesis
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midevil
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An Endless Dance

 

On a bitter cold winters night in the poorest part of town.
Where abandoned homes and factories crumble slowly down.
A discarded place that once stood proud still was someoneís home.
There in a room of family gatherings one sat all alone.
A grimy soul in tattered clothes and ill fitting worn out shoes.
The kind of man thatís turned away with out the least excuse.
In earlier times when he was young he dressed so very well.
His honor earned was taken when he accidentally fell.
Stricken to a weaker state with the impairment to his mind.
A mean and frightening world was waiting for him to find.
His refuge was this place forgotten like some distant dream.
It was his castle play ground at least to him it seemed.
As the night wore on he felt the pain that only cold can bring.
In a trash can lid he built a fire and faintly he would sing.
Too cold to move and search for wood he used his paper bed.
First that burned was his covering saving some to rest his head.
Up in the air danced charring flakes that quickly loose their glow.
As piece-by-piece rose overhead theyíd drift down white as snow.
He saw somehow ash form into dancers turning in the air.
How he wished as he watched to be dancing with them there.
Laying down he saw the last flickering amber wave him to his sleep.
In his rest he remembered the dancers a vision he would keep.
In a vacant house a huddled man is dancing and held so tenderly.
A cold reality has been replaced where heíll dance eternally.
Written by midevil
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PoetsRevenge
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Dangerous Mind
United States
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Menstruation At Forty (Spider's Curse)

Stung to death,
an ill begotten fate,
sisters in tangled limb,
sisters in wombs' blood
rendered of yesterdays
remains still hunted.
 
Weaving angels
hover over the early death
trapped, entangled,
consumed in poison,
wrists bound together
praying for new life.
 
Son, beseeching
all I have acquired of you,
You, whom the dusky late hours have made,
You, whom I lusted for and listened for
rattling as bells toll,
clocks revealing our closeness in hour,
our embrace before  
the splitting apart of our loves' codependency.
 
I rock you inside the empty lull,
my quiet one,
unrecieved of longing,
bare of hearts' tethering,
a last siphoning from which
sisters in kind fall away.
 
Woman,
weaving a web over your own,
a thin and tangled poison.
Scorpio,
bad spideró
die!'

 
  † †.....
 
#AnneSexton
 
 
Written by PoetsRevenge
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