Poetry competition CLOSED 13th June 2020 12:38pm
WINNER
ManorMyth (Man_Or_Myth)
ManorMyth (Man_Or_Myth)
RUNNERS-UP:
wallyroo92
and HadesRising
Dreamscapes and Nightmares
The Obvious...
Darkness falls, images disappear,
the mind left with imagination only
and broken impressions of
things last seem, things last heard.
The dark perverts and subverts the senses.
Specters rise where once stood children.
Screams are heard where once was laughter.
The path to God, once clear, now
clouded with the hammers of hell.
My mind explodes from the pounding.
The pieces of my mind are collected
in a basket of nothing, yet it overflows
with the remnants of my consciousness.
Am I repairable, can I be put back, do
I want to be put back? Is there a
place for repairing the soul?
I am afflicted with pain, with desire
and sin. I seek confession, I seek
forgiveness, but at what penance?
I suffer the agony of inadequacy,
must I confess to being feeble,
of shirking the rigors of love.
I’m broken, the brightness of the dark
displays that for all to see. I pray for
daylight to hide what I really am.
the mind left with imagination only
and broken impressions of
things last seem, things last heard.
The dark perverts and subverts the senses.
Specters rise where once stood children.
Screams are heard where once was laughter.
The path to God, once clear, now
clouded with the hammers of hell.
My mind explodes from the pounding.
The pieces of my mind are collected
in a basket of nothing, yet it overflows
with the remnants of my consciousness.
Am I repairable, can I be put back, do
I want to be put back? Is there a
place for repairing the soul?
I am afflicted with pain, with desire
and sin. I seek confession, I seek
forgiveness, but at what penance?
I suffer the agony of inadequacy,
must I confess to being feeble,
of shirking the rigors of love.
I’m broken, the brightness of the dark
displays that for all to see. I pray for
daylight to hide what I really am.
Written by anvinvil
(Anvillan)
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The Specter...
The pain racks my body
Like thunder fractures the silence.
I long to separate and
observe from afar.
But pain claws me down
and laughs at my feeble attempt.
Like a demon from hell, it’s grip
is the grip of past sins.
The price is atonement for sins
yet committed.
What are my sins oh specter
that has command of my soul?
Did my desires overwhelm my needs?
Was my treatment of others
cruel or self serving? Did I
destroy rather than build?
Tell me, release me to the silence
and to eternal darkness.
But the pain persists.
The agony settles over me
like fog on the sea. I can’t even
plead, my voice is consumed.
The specter just laughs, “ your pain
is mine and I feed on your agony”.
Like thunder fractures the silence.
I long to separate and
observe from afar.
But pain claws me down
and laughs at my feeble attempt.
Like a demon from hell, it’s grip
is the grip of past sins.
The price is atonement for sins
yet committed.
What are my sins oh specter
that has command of my soul?
Did my desires overwhelm my needs?
Was my treatment of others
cruel or self serving? Did I
destroy rather than build?
Tell me, release me to the silence
and to eternal darkness.
But the pain persists.
The agony settles over me
like fog on the sea. I can’t even
plead, my voice is consumed.
The specter just laughs, “ your pain
is mine and I feed on your agony”.
Written by anvinvil
(Anvillan)
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THE MACHINE SAGA
-PROLOGUE
From the cradle to the grave
Many visions scar my eyes
When right and wrong blur the lines
Reality slowly dies
Armies of the marching dead
Worship celluloid heroes
Pretend to be something else
Six feet down less than zero
----------
-MACHINE
I had to have you
Dark incantations and incense burn
Your suffering my only concern
And then I kept you
In an obsidian coffin vase
The ghost of hope on the blood moon's face
The storm crowds the skies
The screams in blackest dreams
We hold each other close
As we face the deep
You came to see me
Adorned in the robes of crimson dead
With rose scented candles burning red For my poetry
Was dew softened with vestal remains
With whispers in vesper's godless flame
The storm crowds the skies
The dreams of blackest screams
We fall away in night
As we face the deep
respect the live machine
you can't deny the machine
Behold the great cataclysm
We celebrate our scars
A cloud for every silver lining
In every paradise
There's a cataclysm
The masses gather
As the lightning bolts of Zeus plundered
Us of power and raped our thunder
The roaches scatter
As fire reigns over the people
Like you who renounced God's own steeple
The storm crowds the skies
The deepest of blackest dreams
We hold the razor close
To our throats, we scream
respect the grim machine
you can't deny the machine
BEHOLD THE GREAT CATACLYSM
WE CELEBRATE OUR SCARS
A CLOUD FOR EVERY SILVER LINING
IN EVERY PARADISE
THERE IS A CATACLYSM
----------
-INTERMISSION
"It's like a giant strobe light, burning right through my eyes, but somehow I can still see. Oh, God. Look, you know the dream's the same every night, why do I have to--? The children look like burnt paper, black, not moving. And then, the blast wave hits them and they fly apart like leaves. It's not a dream, you moron. It's real. I know the date it happens! On August 29th, 1997, it's gonna feel pretty fucking real to you, too! Anybody not wearing two million sunblock is gonna have a real bad day, get it?! You think you're safe and alive? You're already dead! Everybody! Him, you, you're dead already! This whole place! Everything you see is gone! You're the one living in a *fucking dream, Silberman! Because I know it happens! It happens!!"
----------
-NIGHTMARE: MACHINE
The rising gods of technological terrors
Echo across the land with violent tremors
With such empty words peace becomes a weapon
Those poisoning machines spitting their venom
The great facade
Is interactive
We have become
So abstractive
AT WAR WITH OURSELVES
Survival, the basest desire
The species must die for hope to thrive
This nightmare becomes the kiss of death
Under your heel I can't hold my breath
I want to live with no signs of rust
But the last of us drifts with the dust
We are dependent on a pipe dream
ALL HAIL THE DREAM
The nightmare machine
We live as combatants as it's reigning tyrants
Among the chorus that heralds purging titans
Our savior lies with the slithering serpents
Cenobites writhe splitting hairs with warring prophets
We're face to face
With abominations
Skull and crossbones
Our destination
DESTROYING OURSELVES
Survival, the basest desire
The species must die for hope to thrive
This nightmare becomes the kiss of death
Under your heel I can't hold my breath
I want to live with no signs of rust
But the last of us drifts with the dust
We are dependent on a pipe dream
ALL HAIL THE DREAM
The nightmare machine
Are we really even alive
Or just phantoms in the machine?
Programmed and designed to burn it down
OBSOLETE
Survival, the basest desire
The species must die for hope to thrive
This nightmare becomes the kiss of death
Under your heel I can't hold my breath
I want to live with no signs of rust
But the last of us drifts with the dust
We are dependent on a pipe dream
ALL HAIL THE DREAM
The nightmare machine
----------
-INTERMISSION
"It cant be bargained with, it cant be reasoned with, it doesn't feel pity or remorse or fear, and it absolutely will not stop...EVER, untill you are dead!"
----------
-DISMANTLE: MACHINE
WE RISE
DESTROY
ASSEMBLE
WE FALL
WE BURN
DISMANTLE
The day has come
To fight or fall
The right to bear
Arms or die
Our nature is self destructive
Peace with our demons, so elusive
The Ares within ignites the skies
Nuclear fire will burn the night
WE RISE
DESTROY
ASSEMBLE
WE FALL
WE BURN
DISMANTLE
ALL HOPE IS LOST
WE RISE
DESTROY
ASSEMBLE
WE FALL
WE BURN
DISMANTLE
AND AT WHAT COST?
Cannot awake
From fever dreams
In a steel vice
I can't break free
Why were we chosen for martyrdom?
Harbored together vultures succumb
To the decay in charnel chambers
We refuse to drift with the embers
WE RISE
DESTROY
ASSEMBLE
WE FALL
WE BURN
DISMANTLE
ALL HOPE IS LOST
WE RISE
DESTROY
ASSEMBLE
WE FALL
WE BURN
DISMANTLE
AND AT WHAT COST?
We might be human
Yes, we are scum
When push comes to shove
We will defy the gods
WE RISE
DESTROY
ASSEMBLE
WE FALL
WE BURN
DISMANTLE
ALL HOPE IS LOST
WE RISE
DESTROY
ASSEMBLE
WE FALL
WE BURN
DISMANTLE
THIS MEANS WAR
----------
-EPILOGUE
The desire for carnage
Has lead us to grave returns
Hydraulic fluids and blood
Awash the world as it burns
Apocalyptic terror
And war machines in the sky
Is this nightmare really it?
I cannot open my eyes
From the cradle to the grave
Many visions scar my eyes
When right and wrong blur the lines
Reality slowly dies
Armies of the marching dead
Worship celluloid heroes
Pretend to be something else
Six feet down less than zero
----------
-MACHINE
I had to have you
Dark incantations and incense burn
Your suffering my only concern
And then I kept you
In an obsidian coffin vase
The ghost of hope on the blood moon's face
The storm crowds the skies
The screams in blackest dreams
We hold each other close
As we face the deep
You came to see me
Adorned in the robes of crimson dead
With rose scented candles burning red For my poetry
Was dew softened with vestal remains
With whispers in vesper's godless flame
The storm crowds the skies
The dreams of blackest screams
We fall away in night
As we face the deep
respect the live machine
you can't deny the machine
Behold the great cataclysm
We celebrate our scars
A cloud for every silver lining
In every paradise
There's a cataclysm
The masses gather
As the lightning bolts of Zeus plundered
Us of power and raped our thunder
The roaches scatter
As fire reigns over the people
Like you who renounced God's own steeple
The storm crowds the skies
The deepest of blackest dreams
We hold the razor close
To our throats, we scream
respect the grim machine
you can't deny the machine
BEHOLD THE GREAT CATACLYSM
WE CELEBRATE OUR SCARS
A CLOUD FOR EVERY SILVER LINING
IN EVERY PARADISE
THERE IS A CATACLYSM
----------
-INTERMISSION
"It's like a giant strobe light, burning right through my eyes, but somehow I can still see. Oh, God. Look, you know the dream's the same every night, why do I have to--? The children look like burnt paper, black, not moving. And then, the blast wave hits them and they fly apart like leaves. It's not a dream, you moron. It's real. I know the date it happens! On August 29th, 1997, it's gonna feel pretty fucking real to you, too! Anybody not wearing two million sunblock is gonna have a real bad day, get it?! You think you're safe and alive? You're already dead! Everybody! Him, you, you're dead already! This whole place! Everything you see is gone! You're the one living in a *fucking dream, Silberman! Because I know it happens! It happens!!"
----------
-NIGHTMARE: MACHINE
The rising gods of technological terrors
Echo across the land with violent tremors
With such empty words peace becomes a weapon
Those poisoning machines spitting their venom
The great facade
Is interactive
We have become
So abstractive
AT WAR WITH OURSELVES
Survival, the basest desire
The species must die for hope to thrive
This nightmare becomes the kiss of death
Under your heel I can't hold my breath
I want to live with no signs of rust
But the last of us drifts with the dust
We are dependent on a pipe dream
ALL HAIL THE DREAM
The nightmare machine
We live as combatants as it's reigning tyrants
Among the chorus that heralds purging titans
Our savior lies with the slithering serpents
Cenobites writhe splitting hairs with warring prophets
We're face to face
With abominations
Skull and crossbones
Our destination
DESTROYING OURSELVES
Survival, the basest desire
The species must die for hope to thrive
This nightmare becomes the kiss of death
Under your heel I can't hold my breath
I want to live with no signs of rust
But the last of us drifts with the dust
We are dependent on a pipe dream
ALL HAIL THE DREAM
The nightmare machine
Are we really even alive
Or just phantoms in the machine?
Programmed and designed to burn it down
OBSOLETE
Survival, the basest desire
The species must die for hope to thrive
This nightmare becomes the kiss of death
Under your heel I can't hold my breath
I want to live with no signs of rust
But the last of us drifts with the dust
We are dependent on a pipe dream
ALL HAIL THE DREAM
The nightmare machine
----------
-INTERMISSION
"It cant be bargained with, it cant be reasoned with, it doesn't feel pity or remorse or fear, and it absolutely will not stop...EVER, untill you are dead!"
----------
-DISMANTLE: MACHINE
WE RISE
DESTROY
ASSEMBLE
WE FALL
WE BURN
DISMANTLE
The day has come
To fight or fall
The right to bear
Arms or die
Our nature is self destructive
Peace with our demons, so elusive
The Ares within ignites the skies
Nuclear fire will burn the night
WE RISE
DESTROY
ASSEMBLE
WE FALL
WE BURN
DISMANTLE
ALL HOPE IS LOST
WE RISE
DESTROY
ASSEMBLE
WE FALL
WE BURN
DISMANTLE
AND AT WHAT COST?
Cannot awake
From fever dreams
In a steel vice
I can't break free
Why were we chosen for martyrdom?
Harbored together vultures succumb
To the decay in charnel chambers
We refuse to drift with the embers
WE RISE
DESTROY
ASSEMBLE
WE FALL
WE BURN
DISMANTLE
ALL HOPE IS LOST
WE RISE
DESTROY
ASSEMBLE
WE FALL
WE BURN
DISMANTLE
AND AT WHAT COST?
We might be human
Yes, we are scum
When push comes to shove
We will defy the gods
WE RISE
DESTROY
ASSEMBLE
WE FALL
WE BURN
DISMANTLE
ALL HOPE IS LOST
WE RISE
DESTROY
ASSEMBLE
WE FALL
WE BURN
DISMANTLE
THIS MEANS WAR
----------
-EPILOGUE
The desire for carnage
Has lead us to grave returns
Hydraulic fluids and blood
Awash the world as it burns
Apocalyptic terror
And war machines in the sky
Is this nightmare really it?
I cannot open my eyes
Written by HadesRising
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¡Aaarrghh! ...nightmares...
¡Aaarrghh!
...please...
...help!
I’m trapped…
...in an alternate
...un-reality…
Without a door...or a gate…
...or a key...
no place to put one
…and no exit is never
...not ever...
a nice place to be...
Written by Ely
(E.A.Rothwell)
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Congratulations to the Winners! ManorMyth for the poem Neverland, runner up Hades Rising for THE MACHINE SAGA
and second runner up Wallyroo92 for Roses and Rosaries (1993 Redux). Very difficult to judge the entries as they were all brilliantly written; the stories told were awesome. Thank you so much for being with me in this competition. Please be with me again in my next competition.
and second runner up Wallyroo92 for Roses and Rosaries (1993 Redux). Very difficult to judge the entries as they were all brilliantly written; the stories told were awesome. Thank you so much for being with me in this competition. Please be with me again in my next competition.
