Poetry competition CLOSED 23rd April 2024 1:55pm
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Beholder
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RUNNERS-UP: CasketSharpe and BurntCanary

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SKELETONS IN THE CLOSET

BurntCanary
Strange Creature
Zimbabwe
Joined 9th Apr 2024
Forum Posts: 4

Peek-a-Boo

Iím bored,
Locked in the house
Peek a boo
I see you
Red stained walls, he is trying to resist
I hit hisÖ
Shhh! Clean it up, mommy is back

Such innocent faces
Such an innocent charade
Peek a boo
I see you
The kisses, the touches,
TheÖ.
Shhh, I will tell you tomorrow, the husband is listening.
Written by BurntCanary
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BurntCanary
Strange Creature
Zimbabwe
Joined 9th Apr 2024
Forum Posts: 4

The Colours of my Wings!

I tried to bury them 6 feet under
But a skeleton tries to grasp
A grey satin gown, a subtle shade of grey I see
The colour of infidelity
Hidden in the shadows are ghosts of the present
They follow me with every dimming of the light
They follow me even when I am with him

I tried to burn them to ashes
But like a phoenix they rise
A black box, a deathly black I see
The colour of murder
His screams of fear, the fears of man
They ring in my ears constantly
I see them every time I light a match

I tried to colour the rose black
But the thorns kept on pricking
A purple colour, blood of purple colour I see
The colour of betrayal
She cried, I heard her cries and chose to pretend
Her sorrow I chose to ignore
But I see bloody knife on her lifeless body
Written by BurntCanary
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NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
WRITER LYRICIST ARTIST
Fire of Insight
United States 5awards
Joined 9th Jan 2020
Forum Posts: 171

Thank you for participating Kou_Indigo. Really nice.

NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
WRITER LYRICIST ARTIST
Fire of Insight
United States 5awards
Joined 9th Jan 2020
Forum Posts: 171

Thank you faithmairee for your entry. Good work.

NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
WRITER LYRICIST ARTIST
Fire of Insight
United States 5awards
Joined 9th Jan 2020
Forum Posts: 171

Thank you CasketSharpe for joining. Good work.

NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
WRITER LYRICIST ARTIST
Fire of Insight
United States 5awards
Joined 9th Jan 2020
Forum Posts: 171

Thank you BurntCanary for your entry good job.

HadesRising
Tyrant of Words
United States 34awards
Joined 8th June 2013
Forum Posts: 1618

FLESH MASK

This shroud of darkness rests comfortably
On shoulders burdened with guilt and regret
But you can't see, do not know
The real me of empathy bereft

So I wear this flesh mask
To hide the ugliness beneath
The devil and me
THE DEVIL AND ME
So I wear this flesh mask
Disguise the bitterness beneath
The devil and me
THE DEVIL AND ME

This cowl of madness rests so contently
On this dead skull longing to reinvent
Things you can't see, never know
The real me of apathy intent

So I wear this flesh mask
To hide the ugliness beneath
The devil and me
THE DEVIL AND ME
So I wear this flesh mask
Disguise the bitterness beneath
The devil and me
THE DEVIL AND ME

And now I peel away
Layers of foundation
To reveal
Labors of damnation
And now I rip my skin
Gobbets of mutation
To unveil
Godless creation

So I wear this flesh mask
To hide the ugliness beneath
The devil and me
THE DEVIL AND ME
So I wear this flesh mask
Disguise the bitterness beneath
The devil and me
THE DEVIL AND ME




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Isgyppie_
L.C. McQuillen
Thought Provoker
Australia 4awards
Joined 17th Dec 2015
Forum Posts: 62

Confession

 
I donít know how much influence
Iíll have in this world
Iím not even sure how much influence
My soul has to my heart
And my heart to my mind
And my mind to my lines
They all seem so
D i s c o n n e c t e d †
At times
And if I was being honest
I would have to admit
I have a bit of a compulsive habit
To be less than truthful †

Mostly to myself
Surrounding my psyche
With delusions so Iíll never
Have to deal with whatís
Actually rotting within me
I guess now Iíve come to a point
Where must choose in between
Progression and confession
Forfeiting inauthenticity
Because what will my influence matter
If it really isnít me
Written by Isgyppie_ (L.C. McQuillen)
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Beholder
Thought Provoker
1awards
Joined 12th June 2018
Forum Posts: 3

Black Van

Children and pets wiggle impaled on wooden poles
Dead grown victims have fucked out assholes
While the wicked wind blows devilish cold
And my black van is parked on the side of the road

Sitting on a dead body as I use her cell phone
Convincing her daughter her mama want me to bring her home
She says sheís at school and Iíll be waiting
I jump in my black van without hesitation,

How long this been going on-days, months, years
And with this happy hobby ending is my only fear
But as long as there is life there is continued dark hope
Because torture, rape and killing to me is better than dope

It started when I was the age of ten
By killing my sister; the courts deemed it an accident in the end
Then next came my older cousin
I can still hear the bees in his throat still buzzin

Then a year later eliminating my grandmother
Injecting her with ammonia as I fingered her pussy under the cover
And my first girlfriend at a slumber party
Till this day theyíre still finding one inch pieces of her body

My black van rolls up, I call Ėhere she come
A few more steps and her limited life is done
Before getting in she ask can her friend get a ride
A two for one sale brings a tear to my eye

They have a hard time opening my van door
I get out to help, but from the early killings Iím still sore
Assisting one in-deciding who will be the first slut
Then helping the other with a firm grip on her butt

Suddenly Iím stunned as Iím knocked off my feet
And when the shock wears off Iím looking at the police
Head on the concrete as my face is embedded in the ground
Because like my rape victims they have me pinned down

I listen to their conversation as they laugh and talk loud
While I look at my lost prey staring at me from the crowd
A smile crosses my lips while my eyes illuminate a soft glow
As another black van roll past them real slow
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NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
WRITER LYRICIST ARTIST
Fire of Insight
United States 5awards
Joined 9th Jan 2020
Forum Posts: 171

Burnt Canary I liked the colour of my wings poem. Good job... To others congratulations that won first and second place and thank you all for participating. Very amazing confessing poems.

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