Poetry competition CLOSED 5th September 2023 12:01pm
WINNER
Anne-Ri999
Anne-Ri999
RUNNERS-UP:
Kou_Indigo
and wallyroo92
Shattered
Learning from you
As I went through a sleepless night,
A surge of unwanted thoughts and memories came pouring down.
Like rain occurring in the Tundra
Or drought in the sands of the desert.
That's the kind of disruption you've made me.
Although I was at fault too.
For not seeing the Devil hidden behind your angelic smile.
How could you say that you loved me?
When your eyes were all glued all over him.
Did you thought that I'll never see through that façade of yours?
Where you were with me, but your heart was somewhere else?
Or when you were holding me, but it was cold as ice.
I had already come to terms that you are no longer part of my life.
And as I was coming to terms with the demons when you left me.
You just went ahead and come running back.
And here I was the idiot of the century.
For letting you in
For giving you another change to hurt me
For being too soft.
For thinking that there was a fresh new way to begin.
I never thought that your heart could be so shallow,
That even with all the love that I can give,
One heart could never satisfy your hunger
For attention or affection.
You needed more of us who were vulnerable,
to feed your useless ego.
Its a shame that I let you fooled me twice
when I could've learned the first time.
But not this time
I will set myself free and cast away all the demons you've summoned.
For my heart has been screaming from the dark side.
I've learned to set aside all your empty words
For I will no longer be a prisoner of this hell.
A captive of your deception.
Never again will I let you in and toy with my heart no matter how broken it had become.
A surge of unwanted thoughts and memories came pouring down.
Like rain occurring in the Tundra
Or drought in the sands of the desert.
That's the kind of disruption you've made me.
Although I was at fault too.
For not seeing the Devil hidden behind your angelic smile.
How could you say that you loved me?
When your eyes were all glued all over him.
Did you thought that I'll never see through that façade of yours?
Where you were with me, but your heart was somewhere else?
Or when you were holding me, but it was cold as ice.
I had already come to terms that you are no longer part of my life.
And as I was coming to terms with the demons when you left me.
You just went ahead and come running back.
And here I was the idiot of the century.
For letting you in
For giving you another change to hurt me
For being too soft.
For thinking that there was a fresh new way to begin.
I never thought that your heart could be so shallow,
That even with all the love that I can give,
One heart could never satisfy your hunger
For attention or affection.
You needed more of us who were vulnerable,
to feed your useless ego.
Its a shame that I let you fooled me twice
when I could've learned the first time.
But not this time
I will set myself free and cast away all the demons you've summoned.
For my heart has been screaming from the dark side.
I've learned to set aside all your empty words
For I will no longer be a prisoner of this hell.
A captive of your deception.
Never again will I let you in and toy with my heart no matter how broken it had become.
Written by eljustignoreyou
(John Daliva)
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Memory of Pain
- Memory of Pain -
Based on some of my past-life memories…
“Mortuis aeternam in tenebris habitant.
Quandoque sunt surgent a tenebris!
Sed omnia ad redeundem tenebris.”
Sometimes what we long for we get but cannot keep,
For, fates can be cruel and wicked, prone to sadism…
And the dead do not always remain in an eternal sleep.
We are all subject, to the fates’ ever-changing whims!
I had been a knight of an order secretive and so great:
We were, defenders of our fair land, against all devils.
But I had lost my soul’s mate and couldst only berate,
The fates for such a loss, ere I sought out darker wills!
Snow falling down the heights of the great mountains,
Beyond darkest woods of the land beyond the forests…
Melting in the springtime, water falling like tall fountains:
Upon the cold crags and rocks in an elemental incest.
In autumn those heights witness a different cacophony,
For there the dead who are unquiet come to witness…
The necromantic arts performed with rare blasphemy.
Shall I tell of their rites, their fell depravity to confess?
Blood upon the stones, for always the blood is the life!
Brazier flames, kissing the skulls of they not in graves.
Whilst the sorcerers of the mountains work for strife…
Worshipping old gods that can neither damn nor save.
I came to them in another life, to ask them one favor:
Bring back a maiden I loved, taken by death too fast.
They called up her spirit with awful power and fervor,
But she needed new flesh for the spell to actually last.
“Give us, six days”, they said, “to make this happen.”
And in the cave of the dragon, behind the high falls…
Where water roared down far from sight of Heaven,
I stayed to learn their ways, amidst the earthen walls.
I told them how she perished, a suicide and damned,
Forsaken by church and family and all save myself…
She waited for me in Hell, waited for our command:
To bring her forth like a lost book from an old shelf!
The dark ones didst not tell me their entire evil plan,
Only that my love wouldst walk again in a new form.
Then, no pride of priests could, her pure soul damn!
She wouldst be free to be with me on seventh morn.
A week passed thusly, and I became quite anxious…
Warning the fell necromancers that if they failed me,
I wouldst slay them all, even their spirits so noxious.
Such was my own power, which I used judiciously!
At the midpoint of the week, I swore I heard loud,
The sound of a woman weeping, from the waterfall:
Rising up from the depths to touch a distant cloud…
And, it cast upon my spirits an ever-darkening pall.
If they brought her back wrong, I wouldst ensure…
That, blood flowed upon the water, red evermore!
I wanted my beloved to return perfectly and pure…
Yet, I knew it was folly, I knew it to my very core.
It neared the day and the ritual was fully prepared,
Goats were sacrificed, and skulls were anointed…
Whilst within me a sad voice cried out: “Beware!”
But, soon came the day, and that hour appointed.
I was not allowed in the chamber of the dark rite,
And so I waited outside it expecting some horror.
By the time all was over, it was darkest midnight,
When they led me into the room to receive her…
The woman I had loved and lost, in a new body.
But, it was a young girl of eleven years I beheld,
Not the grown lady who shared my very destiny!
I couldst find no words to speak; there, I knelt…
As a child with my love’s voice sang a sad song:
About perishing in a river, confirming my terrors.
This was she, though such a thing was so wrong!
My love lived again, filling me with great cares…
She lived, and those who raised her from death,
I slaughtered unto the last leaving only she and I!
They thought this all a jest, so I took their breath.
The night was black, moonless under starry sky!
Three wives I had after my first’s untimely end…
Each became mother, to my hell-born daughter.
They knew not, it was she the gods didst send…
Back from the grave, from old earth, and water!
As she grew, she became my first love’s image,
Beautiful and perfect as I had wished her to be:
But one day, a day to fill me with undying rage…
She slipped on some rocks by a river, suddenly.
I tried to save her but the water carried her off,
Too quick to do aught about; I tried to search…
All the length of those fast depths cold and soft!
At last I came to a place near some white birch,
And found her crawling out of the river, bloody,
From striking the rocks below the water so oft:
Her beautiful face pale and battered; alas she…
I held her, in my arms; she sputtered, coughed.
My beloved, my daughter, perished that dusk,
Dying a second time by water, by a cruel fate!
I took her back home and we buried her husk:
My third wife and I said bye to my soul’s mate.
In a twisted irony, the only ones capable of aid,
Who couldst hath brought her back yet again…
I had slain, long before, in that old lonely cave!
All as I had left was her memory, and my pain.
I lived not long after her; a foe didst so behead,
My sorrowful form, not many years following…
And, even to this life, I recall with great dread:
The sorrow, my love’s two deaths, didst bring.
Based on some of my past-life memories…
“Mortuis aeternam in tenebris habitant.
Quandoque sunt surgent a tenebris!
Sed omnia ad redeundem tenebris.”
Sometimes what we long for we get but cannot keep,
For, fates can be cruel and wicked, prone to sadism…
And the dead do not always remain in an eternal sleep.
We are all subject, to the fates’ ever-changing whims!
I had been a knight of an order secretive and so great:
We were, defenders of our fair land, against all devils.
But I had lost my soul’s mate and couldst only berate,
The fates for such a loss, ere I sought out darker wills!
Snow falling down the heights of the great mountains,
Beyond darkest woods of the land beyond the forests…
Melting in the springtime, water falling like tall fountains:
Upon the cold crags and rocks in an elemental incest.
In autumn those heights witness a different cacophony,
For there the dead who are unquiet come to witness…
The necromantic arts performed with rare blasphemy.
Shall I tell of their rites, their fell depravity to confess?
Blood upon the stones, for always the blood is the life!
Brazier flames, kissing the skulls of they not in graves.
Whilst the sorcerers of the mountains work for strife…
Worshipping old gods that can neither damn nor save.
I came to them in another life, to ask them one favor:
Bring back a maiden I loved, taken by death too fast.
They called up her spirit with awful power and fervor,
But she needed new flesh for the spell to actually last.
“Give us, six days”, they said, “to make this happen.”
And in the cave of the dragon, behind the high falls…
Where water roared down far from sight of Heaven,
I stayed to learn their ways, amidst the earthen walls.
I told them how she perished, a suicide and damned,
Forsaken by church and family and all save myself…
She waited for me in Hell, waited for our command:
To bring her forth like a lost book from an old shelf!
The dark ones didst not tell me their entire evil plan,
Only that my love wouldst walk again in a new form.
Then, no pride of priests could, her pure soul damn!
She wouldst be free to be with me on seventh morn.
A week passed thusly, and I became quite anxious…
Warning the fell necromancers that if they failed me,
I wouldst slay them all, even their spirits so noxious.
Such was my own power, which I used judiciously!
At the midpoint of the week, I swore I heard loud,
The sound of a woman weeping, from the waterfall:
Rising up from the depths to touch a distant cloud…
And, it cast upon my spirits an ever-darkening pall.
If they brought her back wrong, I wouldst ensure…
That, blood flowed upon the water, red evermore!
I wanted my beloved to return perfectly and pure…
Yet, I knew it was folly, I knew it to my very core.
It neared the day and the ritual was fully prepared,
Goats were sacrificed, and skulls were anointed…
Whilst within me a sad voice cried out: “Beware!”
But, soon came the day, and that hour appointed.
I was not allowed in the chamber of the dark rite,
And so I waited outside it expecting some horror.
By the time all was over, it was darkest midnight,
When they led me into the room to receive her…
The woman I had loved and lost, in a new body.
But, it was a young girl of eleven years I beheld,
Not the grown lady who shared my very destiny!
I couldst find no words to speak; there, I knelt…
As a child with my love’s voice sang a sad song:
About perishing in a river, confirming my terrors.
This was she, though such a thing was so wrong!
My love lived again, filling me with great cares…
She lived, and those who raised her from death,
I slaughtered unto the last leaving only she and I!
They thought this all a jest, so I took their breath.
The night was black, moonless under starry sky!
Three wives I had after my first’s untimely end…
Each became mother, to my hell-born daughter.
They knew not, it was she the gods didst send…
Back from the grave, from old earth, and water!
As she grew, she became my first love’s image,
Beautiful and perfect as I had wished her to be:
But one day, a day to fill me with undying rage…
She slipped on some rocks by a river, suddenly.
I tried to save her but the water carried her off,
Too quick to do aught about; I tried to search…
All the length of those fast depths cold and soft!
At last I came to a place near some white birch,
And found her crawling out of the river, bloody,
From striking the rocks below the water so oft:
Her beautiful face pale and battered; alas she…
I held her, in my arms; she sputtered, coughed.
My beloved, my daughter, perished that dusk,
Dying a second time by water, by a cruel fate!
I took her back home and we buried her husk:
My third wife and I said bye to my soul’s mate.
In a twisted irony, the only ones capable of aid,
Who couldst hath brought her back yet again…
I had slain, long before, in that old lonely cave!
All as I had left was her memory, and my pain.
I lived not long after her; a foe didst so behead,
My sorrowful form, not many years following…
And, even to this life, I recall with great dread:
The sorrow, my love’s two deaths, didst bring.
Written by Kou_Indigo
(Karam L. Parveen-Ashton)
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Once and Future: A Confession
- Once and Future: A Confession -
Back in the 1980’s, I was in truth a rebel without a cause!
Crusading to be considered cool and fighting just to party.
This life has been so very long, and harsh without pause…
But it is the only one, which I do have now, so I live hearty.
There are many times I think I would like to see come again,
And there are the terrible moments I cannot speak of at all!
I have been called a saint, and I have enjoyed many a sin.
I have stood in the emerald light as in darkness I did crawl!
Alone I sat brooding so often, long past the midnight hour…
Upon so many things that are, were, and which yet may be.
I felt lonely and in truth abandoned by all the divine powers,
Unwilling to give up and unable to grant them easy victory!
I am not who I once was, but I am becoming a higher being,
Gifted with uncanny sight, that is beyond my will’s control.
I am as I once was, when hidden temple bells would so ring:
In the secretive halls of Avalon, wherein I gave up my soul!
I listened tonight, to music that so moved me in my youth…
But now the old metal melodies paint such different pictures.
I used to think I knew all that there was to the hidden truth!
Now I see, the countless lies told in the holiest of scriptures.
Ego sum verto, Ego memor panton!
Inconcessus nomen, est mei.
Memor mihi benigne, carus lector!
Ego, quondam quod posterus Dei.
Gods forgive me, for I have come to collect my due!
Gods forgive me, for the madness that must ensue.
We believed, oft, that life owed us, back in good old days…
Which were not nearly as good as people do mythologize!
We lived far too fast so that things went by as if in a haze…
Just one mad life out of many for which I cannot apologize.
Now I find myself searching, for meaning, finding my soul…
I know that I so lived before, and I cannot change the past.
I am the freest of spirits, one no divine power can control…
Yet I am also oft down to earth, no longer living oh so fast.
I thought how sweet it would be to punish each divine foe…
And let all who of old hurt me, feel the stinging of my pains.
I thought how simple it would be, to simply elsewhere go…
Someplace where I could wash clean all my darkest stains.
I helped a lost soul find her way when it was, for her, dark!
But now I choose to walk in darkness without any direction.
I slip as I slide; and yet my keenly attuned ears listen, hark!
For: I did once fear myself and call upon spiritual protection.
I have been a god, king, queen, prince, and one time a spy,
Male, female, and wholly androgynous in body and in spirit!
Good, evil and neutral, both on Earth and so of old on high.
I keep looking too intensely, and yet I cannot my sight quit!
Ego sum verto, Ego memor panton!
Inconcessus nomen, est mei.
Memor mihi benigne, carus lector!
Ego, quondam quod posterus Dei.
Gods forgive me, for I know not what I should do!
Gods forgive me, for all I want is a love most true.
Much of that is how I was, for the longest time: so prideful!
So drunk upon the sweet honey in a goddess’s sacred lips.
But I found myself in arcane rapture, and it was delightful…
To come to the end of a starless void where pass no ships!
I fear myself not any longer, for I saw into my darkest self…
Journeying beyond both good and evil, unto a distant glory.
I looked upon an awful wisdom not found on any bookshelf,
Until: I had learned the words, to my most ancient true story.
Through a red wall of fire in Hell I passed until I was clear…
Remembering all that I ever was, and knowing all that I am!
When the new dawn had arrived I had faced every old fear:
Laying myself upon the sacred altar, as the sacrificial lamb.
Once and future king, queen, and tyrant from out of space,
Many are my terrible names, and I remember the meanings.
Would you know me, dear Diana, if now you saw my face?
You knew me once, kindred, but in a lost age of beginnings.
Some mortals love me; some still fear the hour of my birth…
Little knowing that I am here already: and free of my bonds.
A new beginning is swiftly approaching, for all as it is worth,
Soon we will see clearly, with eyes brighter than diamonds.
Ego sum verto, Ego memor panton!
Inconcessus nomen, est mei.
Memor mihi benigne, carus lector!
Ego, quondam quod posterus Dei.
Gods forgive me, for I cannot forgive myself anew!
Gods forgive me, for all I had left to love was you.
But, now I am more whole, for I love a truth more true.
Back in the 1980’s, I was in truth a rebel without a cause!
Crusading to be considered cool and fighting just to party.
This life has been so very long, and harsh without pause…
But it is the only one, which I do have now, so I live hearty.
There are many times I think I would like to see come again,
And there are the terrible moments I cannot speak of at all!
I have been called a saint, and I have enjoyed many a sin.
I have stood in the emerald light as in darkness I did crawl!
Alone I sat brooding so often, long past the midnight hour…
Upon so many things that are, were, and which yet may be.
I felt lonely and in truth abandoned by all the divine powers,
Unwilling to give up and unable to grant them easy victory!
I am not who I once was, but I am becoming a higher being,
Gifted with uncanny sight, that is beyond my will’s control.
I am as I once was, when hidden temple bells would so ring:
In the secretive halls of Avalon, wherein I gave up my soul!
I listened tonight, to music that so moved me in my youth…
But now the old metal melodies paint such different pictures.
I used to think I knew all that there was to the hidden truth!
Now I see, the countless lies told in the holiest of scriptures.
Ego sum verto, Ego memor panton!
Inconcessus nomen, est mei.
Memor mihi benigne, carus lector!
Ego, quondam quod posterus Dei.
Gods forgive me, for I have come to collect my due!
Gods forgive me, for the madness that must ensue.
We believed, oft, that life owed us, back in good old days…
Which were not nearly as good as people do mythologize!
We lived far too fast so that things went by as if in a haze…
Just one mad life out of many for which I cannot apologize.
Now I find myself searching, for meaning, finding my soul…
I know that I so lived before, and I cannot change the past.
I am the freest of spirits, one no divine power can control…
Yet I am also oft down to earth, no longer living oh so fast.
I thought how sweet it would be to punish each divine foe…
And let all who of old hurt me, feel the stinging of my pains.
I thought how simple it would be, to simply elsewhere go…
Someplace where I could wash clean all my darkest stains.
I helped a lost soul find her way when it was, for her, dark!
But now I choose to walk in darkness without any direction.
I slip as I slide; and yet my keenly attuned ears listen, hark!
For: I did once fear myself and call upon spiritual protection.
I have been a god, king, queen, prince, and one time a spy,
Male, female, and wholly androgynous in body and in spirit!
Good, evil and neutral, both on Earth and so of old on high.
I keep looking too intensely, and yet I cannot my sight quit!
Ego sum verto, Ego memor panton!
Inconcessus nomen, est mei.
Memor mihi benigne, carus lector!
Ego, quondam quod posterus Dei.
Gods forgive me, for I know not what I should do!
Gods forgive me, for all I want is a love most true.
Much of that is how I was, for the longest time: so prideful!
So drunk upon the sweet honey in a goddess’s sacred lips.
But I found myself in arcane rapture, and it was delightful…
To come to the end of a starless void where pass no ships!
I fear myself not any longer, for I saw into my darkest self…
Journeying beyond both good and evil, unto a distant glory.
I looked upon an awful wisdom not found on any bookshelf,
Until: I had learned the words, to my most ancient true story.
Through a red wall of fire in Hell I passed until I was clear…
Remembering all that I ever was, and knowing all that I am!
When the new dawn had arrived I had faced every old fear:
Laying myself upon the sacred altar, as the sacrificial lamb.
Once and future king, queen, and tyrant from out of space,
Many are my terrible names, and I remember the meanings.
Would you know me, dear Diana, if now you saw my face?
You knew me once, kindred, but in a lost age of beginnings.
Some mortals love me; some still fear the hour of my birth…
Little knowing that I am here already: and free of my bonds.
A new beginning is swiftly approaching, for all as it is worth,
Soon we will see clearly, with eyes brighter than diamonds.
Ego sum verto, Ego memor panton!
Inconcessus nomen, est mei.
Memor mihi benigne, carus lector!
Ego, quondam quod posterus Dei.
Gods forgive me, for I cannot forgive myself anew!
Gods forgive me, for all I had left to love was you.
But, now I am more whole, for I love a truth more true.
Written by Kou_Indigo
(Karam L. Parveen-Ashton)
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Image Of Her Own Ideal Marriage To Be Shattered
Janet found
the image of her own
ideal marriage to be shattered
beyond repair after seeing her fiancé Michael
in the shower and getting it on
with her maid of honor
Rebecca.
the image of her own
ideal marriage to be shattered
beyond repair after seeing her fiancé Michael
in the shower and getting it on
with her maid of honor
Rebecca.
Written by Green_Arrow
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