Poetry competition CLOSED 17th February 2021 8:19pm
WINNER
LunaGreyhawk
LunaGreyhawk
angry women
Ballistic Therapy
Dark scales sloughing off
the edge of my skull
Bloody remnants of the cold
hard steel you used to bash
through bone and brain matter
"I love you" the words that
came from your lying tongue
Pressed against pink stucco
my face pitted scratched with
bits of gravel
The easy way is your choice
barrel pressed against the
back of my head as you cock
your weapon
Surprised--? as I take the barrell
holding it to my forehead "
"look me in the eye" I say as
you whipped my brains with
its butt
Blood pooling in the sand
around my feet
I feel like running
As I begin to float
Watching , falling
back into myself I see blood
dripping off my forehead
I'm not afraid to die
the edge of my skull
Bloody remnants of the cold
hard steel you used to bash
through bone and brain matter
"I love you" the words that
came from your lying tongue
Pressed against pink stucco
my face pitted scratched with
bits of gravel
The easy way is your choice
barrel pressed against the
back of my head as you cock
your weapon
Surprised--? as I take the barrell
holding it to my forehead "
"look me in the eye" I say as
you whipped my brains with
its butt
Blood pooling in the sand
around my feet
I feel like running
As I begin to float
Watching , falling
back into myself I see blood
dripping off my forehead
I'm not afraid to die
Written by Valeriyabeyond
(Dhyana)
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for angry Women
have i not apologized for my sex?
alpha, beta, omegas alike
please let me then take on your scowls
your tattered patience tested for ages
before Betty could alter
and preach Mystique
before Suffrage gave its first step to voices
for which the universe is in such thirst
one moment at a time
my eyes downward
ego between legs
ears laid out flat across the land you traverse
let me hear your pulse
as your rhythm picks up speed
and your will
like mass applying its force
runs over our delusions so grand
we nearly drowned in our own pursuits
alpha, beta, omegas alike
please let me then take on your scowls
your tattered patience tested for ages
before Betty could alter
and preach Mystique
before Suffrage gave its first step to voices
for which the universe is in such thirst
one moment at a time
my eyes downward
ego between legs
ears laid out flat across the land you traverse
let me hear your pulse
as your rhythm picks up speed
and your will
like mass applying its force
runs over our delusions so grand
we nearly drowned in our own pursuits
Written by poetrician
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The Flim Flam Man
Your persuasive stranglehold
attaches , like a supplement
your psychological manipulation
derived from hell, its intention
to intimidate and confuse me,
the offshoot of a mind fuck.
Your eyes, show sick seedy
satisfaction at the sight of my conformity
Skill and cunning from dark energy hangs , as if necessary for my survival
like a parasitic strand,
Again it transforms mutates
dilutes me into a foul crumpled
insipid person
This undying intention I have
To rid you of your torment
boils inside me like an instrument
of death
It Dupes me like a cretin
As I fall for you once again.
Written by Valeriyabeyond
(Dhyana)
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second question would you like it public or private? 
typical 
i look forward to it!
another from the archives, true story...
simpleton
sorry to say no, but what makes you think
that you're so special that my no, doesn't really mean no
and you keep on like I'm not even talking
all you hear is yourself, without really hearing yourself
because if you were hearing yourself, you would shut the fuck up
stinking of booze and sleaze, you at my door
you hanging over the balcony calling my name
almost every time I step outside, like a shadow I can't shake off
like a creep up my spine, cold and spiky
too arrogant to even realise-
when I am running, I'm running from you
simpleton
that you're so special that my no, doesn't really mean no
and you keep on like I'm not even talking
all you hear is yourself, without really hearing yourself
because if you were hearing yourself, you would shut the fuck up
stinking of booze and sleaze, you at my door
you hanging over the balcony calling my name
almost every time I step outside, like a shadow I can't shake off
like a creep up my spine, cold and spiky
too arrogant to even realise-
when I am running, I'm running from you
