Poetry competition CLOSED 25th December 2011 6:30pm
WINNER
Kameron
Kameron
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Family Drama and Hidden Vindictive Agendas
Anonymous
Oooh...A family drama to be ready for Christmas morning, we like that!
Please be so kind as to share some rules Dragonyear?
Number of entries, length / type, collabs, previous writes? etc.
Thanks this one looks fun!
Please be so kind as to share some rules Dragonyear?
Number of entries, length / type, collabs, previous writes? etc.
Thanks this one looks fun!
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/32792-a-dialogue/
A Dialogue
'Do you hate your father'
'I don't know, may be, do you'
'Yeah! I guess and even my mom
All she does is drink and fly
I wish she were dead, I mean really
Do you like your mom man'
'Yeah I guess so cause she is cool
By the way how you have been all this while'
'Man to be honest I dont know the answer
I think I am just bored of life'
'What! That was weird what makes you say so'
'Come on man! I have reasons to feel low'
'But dude why!you just have everything
Everything in the whole frigging world'
'No man, honestly I dont think so'
'What!Come on...what you don't have?'
'Ha! Man, I don't have anything to lose..'
Hope it fits the bill. :)
A Dialogue
'Do you hate your father'
'I don't know, may be, do you'
'Yeah! I guess and even my mom
All she does is drink and fly
I wish she were dead, I mean really
Do you like your mom man'
'Yeah I guess so cause she is cool
By the way how you have been all this while'
'Man to be honest I dont know the answer
I think I am just bored of life'
'What! That was weird what makes you say so'
'Come on man! I have reasons to feel low'
'But dude why!you just have everything
Everything in the whole frigging world'
'No man, honestly I dont think so'
'What!Come on...what you don't have?'
'Ha! Man, I don't have anything to lose..'
Hope it fits the bill. :)
Tears flowing… my hands holding my head
Falling to my knees wishing I was dead
Drunk again with a knife to my neck
Her screaming echoing in my head
How its my fault mom and dad are dead
Telling me my twin brother deserved his death
I’m nothing but a worthless piece of shit
No one would ever love such an idiot
My own sister constantly putting me down
Ten years she has been gone
Running away and crazy homes
Now she pushes me away
Locking me outside her hearts gate
What does she know about me anyway
She hasn’t been around
How can she talk about our brother
She doesn’t even know how he was
She wasn’t around…she left us
Now I have to deal with her drama
Her never ending bullshit
I curse myself for loving her
She’s beginning to act like mother
Wouldn’t be surprised if she died tomorrow
She wakes up tells me she loves me and smiles
Misses a pill and her real feelings go wild
The more she yells the more I feel its my fault
The more she cries the more I want to die
But then she would have no one else to blame
She wouldn’t be able to cope with everything
So ill continue to be the hated brother
For her sake..at least until I’m just as insane
Falling to my knees wishing I was dead
Drunk again with a knife to my neck
Her screaming echoing in my head
How its my fault mom and dad are dead
Telling me my twin brother deserved his death
I’m nothing but a worthless piece of shit
No one would ever love such an idiot
My own sister constantly putting me down
Ten years she has been gone
Running away and crazy homes
Now she pushes me away
Locking me outside her hearts gate
What does she know about me anyway
She hasn’t been around
How can she talk about our brother
She doesn’t even know how he was
She wasn’t around…she left us
Now I have to deal with her drama
Her never ending bullshit
I curse myself for loving her
She’s beginning to act like mother
Wouldn’t be surprised if she died tomorrow
She wakes up tells me she loves me and smiles
Misses a pill and her real feelings go wild
The more she yells the more I feel its my fault
The more she cries the more I want to die
But then she would have no one else to blame
She wouldn’t be able to cope with everything
So ill continue to be the hated brother
For her sake..at least until I’m just as insane
A Sky In Each Eye (SP Summerscales)
Am I real
can you deal
with all the layers
that you feel
the thoughts
as I kneel
on the floor
yes I'm real
my mind
is not blind
and nor
did I steal
the contents inside
they are mine
the real deal .
If you think
for a minute
in sinc
yes I'm with it
the light
you will find
is the chink
I am in it .
Just trying to find
the blink
that hides
I know these times
but you got to stick with it .
You have to believe
not all do deceive
we are fresh
we so mesh
it's so stupid to leave .
So how do I proove
that you I won't use
each other we peruse
there's only me
in my shoes
and yes I know
that your you
I love
I conclude
there's a sky in each eye
and each one is for you
all I ask is believe
in the task
you can't see
my mind without eyes
is not blind
it still see's ..
What more can I do
I don't want war
not with you
your my wife
let's not fight
can we join
the happy crew .
Am I real
can you deal
with all the layers
that you feel
the thoughts
as I kneel
on the floor
yes I'm real
my mind
is not blind
and nor
did I steal
the contents inside
they are mine
the real deal .
If you think
for a minute
in sinc
yes I'm with it
the light
you will find
is the chink
I am in it .
Just trying to find
the blink
that hides
I know these times
but you got to stick with it .
You have to believe
not all do deceive
we are fresh
we so mesh
it's so stupid to leave .
So how do I proove
that you I won't use
each other we peruse
there's only me
in my shoes
and yes I know
that your you
I love
I conclude
there's a sky in each eye
and each one is for you
all I ask is believe
in the task
you can't see
my mind without eyes
is not blind
it still see's ..
What more can I do
I don't want war
not with you
your my wife
let's not fight
can we join
the happy crew .
Misundergrounded And Stood (SP Summerscales)
Sometimes I feel like
crawiling into the ground
dig myself a hole
I dont want to stick around .
Unfair rules
and misconceptions
clockwork fools
and interventions
the Atlantic it pools
in wrong assumption
I fall off my stool
in malfunction .
Boundries get drawn
astounded in awe
love that so blooms
like me is on the floor
why the high noons
and the barricaded door
accused of too soon
and misjudged once more
I go to the moon
all lunar and tore
I'm open and wounded
I can't take it anymore .
Sometimes I feel like
crawiling into the ground
dig myself a hole
I dont want to stick around .
Unfair rules
and misconceptions
clockwork fools
and interventions
the Atlantic it pools
in wrong assumption
I fall off my stool
in malfunction .
Boundries get drawn
astounded in awe
love that so blooms
like me is on the floor
why the high noons
and the barricaded door
accused of too soon
and misjudged once more
I go to the moon
all lunar and tore
I'm open and wounded
I can't take it anymore .
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/34181-vanity/
[bVanity[/b]
Beautiful girl of pallor complexion
Wide cloudy eyes of innocence so pure
Lips made of velvet unknown to the rest
Why do you cry?
"I am the image of vanity."
Why is that so wrong
People love and adore your every move
There is nothing to be sad about!
"I am only a doll in a museum of wax."
There is nothing to cry about then
For people would die for your perfect looks
Your curled natural hair
The complexion of utter beauty!
"You see what they all see. I am broken."
Broken?
Nonsense child,
People look at you and only see a model
Poster child of beauty and fashion
Utter bliss to the men's eyes!
They envy you!
"I don't want their attention."
Silence
You selfish little girl!
Do you not know what you can achieve
That body of small proportions
That complexion of saints?
You could have anybody.
"Men don't interest me."
Then you must be a curse
For you entice them foolishly
You little screwed up piece of shit!
How dare you love women
Do you not know your place!?
"My place is with her."
Be gone you wretch
We have no need of the likes of you
Keep on that makeup and dress
Maybe you'll gain the attention of a rich man
Marry and be NORMAL.
NORMAL.
NORMAL.
NORMAL.
"I hate this."
Family, the touchy topic.
None of them had diamond noses
and I was thankful for that-
the faked out
fucked up
life of a mother.
My dad wasn't a ladies man
but he had two wives and was working on the third
with a few fucks in between.
Have to hand it to him,
must be tough with three kids
trying to find a significant other.
Though I have to admit
it was easier with good weed.
Couldn't say the same for ma's men,
didn't know but a few.
She was a traveling circus
to say the least
and fucking
was the number one act-
drugs; numéro deux.
She herself had a few more kids
with a few more guys.
The next went up for adoption-
sometimes I wonder if she knows
who the father was.
Second; good, sad kid.
Their dad has accumulated about 20 years
in prison.
Gosh darn cocaine.
My step mom used to get drunk
and it was the only time
we got along well.
That ended in a child abuse case
anyway.
Second to take out on me.
She took two others with her too.
Slept around, tried to settle down
didn't work
so slept around
and kept high. She was always high.
Step papa was a professor at a college
before he was fired-
my hunch is drug abuse.
That man was fucked
from the heroine
to the meth
to the ex wife
and the teenage dunce of a son.
Can't really blame him,
his dad disappeared for a bit
and the man he loved as a father
died of cancer.
Talking about that man
is the only time I've seen him cry
in the ten years I've known him.
My "family" is all drug related
and trying to stay alive
but for the kids;
it's all about finding contentment.
That, my friend, is the fucking stem
of love.
None of them had diamond noses
and I was thankful for that-
the faked out
fucked up
life of a mother.
My dad wasn't a ladies man
but he had two wives and was working on the third
with a few fucks in between.
Have to hand it to him,
must be tough with three kids
trying to find a significant other.
Though I have to admit
it was easier with good weed.
Couldn't say the same for ma's men,
didn't know but a few.
She was a traveling circus
to say the least
and fucking
was the number one act-
drugs; numéro deux.
She herself had a few more kids
with a few more guys.
The next went up for adoption-
sometimes I wonder if she knows
who the father was.
Second; good, sad kid.
Their dad has accumulated about 20 years
in prison.
Gosh darn cocaine.
My step mom used to get drunk
and it was the only time
we got along well.
That ended in a child abuse case
anyway.
Second to take out on me.
She took two others with her too.
Slept around, tried to settle down
didn't work
so slept around
and kept high. She was always high.
Step papa was a professor at a college
before he was fired-
my hunch is drug abuse.
That man was fucked
from the heroine
to the meth
to the ex wife
and the teenage dunce of a son.
Can't really blame him,
his dad disappeared for a bit
and the man he loved as a father
died of cancer.
Talking about that man
is the only time I've seen him cry
in the ten years I've known him.
My "family" is all drug related
and trying to stay alive
but for the kids;
it's all about finding contentment.
That, my friend, is the fucking stem
of love.
When love senses you
If you cannot see
the colour of my eyes
then your love to me
has always been blind
if you never obeyed
a word i said
then you must be deaf
with love still dead
when senses are lost
what is the point?
why did we try?
we let our hearts die
why live a lie?
and be full of strife
if you never said anything
that was kind
then i guess I'll see you
and you can't be that hard to find
if i never was nice
then i can smell your fear
and sense your weakness
whenever you are near
why should i be senseless for you?
when you couldn't make it through
If you cannot see
the colour of my eyes
then your love to me
has always been blind
if you never obeyed
a word i said
then you must be deaf
with love still dead
when senses are lost
what is the point?
why did we try?
we let our hearts die
why live a lie?
and be full of strife
if you never said anything
that was kind
then i guess I'll see you
and you can't be that hard to find
if i never was nice
then i can smell your fear
and sense your weakness
whenever you are near
why should i be senseless for you?
when you couldn't make it through
Revenge
I walk home after school,
I put the key in the door.
BANG!
I hear a single gunshot.
I slam through the door to find out what happened,
My pops stands over my mom’s nearly lifeless body with a gun.
I run to my ma, she is taking in shallow gasps of air,
I can hear the pain in her breathing.
“MA! MA!” I cry to her, awaiting a response,
She smiles at me and gasps, “I love you.”
…..
She passes on the afterlife,
Wherever that is after this life.
All of a sudden I feel something in me snap,
I stand up, tears on my face, blood on my shirt.
I glare at my old man,
“WHAT DID YOU DO!?!?!” I scream at him,
He looks at me like it is none of my business.
I run to the kitchen,
I grab a butchers knife.
I run back to the living room,
I repeat “What did you do!?!?,” with restrained anger.
He says “what are you gonna do boy?”
I slash with the knife releasing all the anger and pain in the world in one single blow,
He still lives, he raises his gun, he fires.
I deflect it off the knife, it ricochets in to his right shoulder,
I’m pissed off he still lives.
I jump onto him, I slash and stab, with a fury even the Gods would envy,
My bloody father finally takes his final breath.
I should be in shock,
But all I feel is justice.
I spit on his face as my final disgrace to him,
I run out the door knowing that it will only be a matter of time.
Only a matter of time until I face it again,
Until I face the beauty of Revenge.
I walk home after school,
I put the key in the door.
BANG!
I hear a single gunshot.
I slam through the door to find out what happened,
My pops stands over my mom’s nearly lifeless body with a gun.
I run to my ma, she is taking in shallow gasps of air,
I can hear the pain in her breathing.
“MA! MA!” I cry to her, awaiting a response,
She smiles at me and gasps, “I love you.”
…..
She passes on the afterlife,
Wherever that is after this life.
All of a sudden I feel something in me snap,
I stand up, tears on my face, blood on my shirt.
I glare at my old man,
“WHAT DID YOU DO!?!?!” I scream at him,
He looks at me like it is none of my business.
I run to the kitchen,
I grab a butchers knife.
I run back to the living room,
I repeat “What did you do!?!?,” with restrained anger.
He says “what are you gonna do boy?”
I slash with the knife releasing all the anger and pain in the world in one single blow,
He still lives, he raises his gun, he fires.
I deflect it off the knife, it ricochets in to his right shoulder,
I’m pissed off he still lives.
I jump onto him, I slash and stab, with a fury even the Gods would envy,
My bloody father finally takes his final breath.
I should be in shock,
But all I feel is justice.
I spit on his face as my final disgrace to him,
I run out the door knowing that it will only be a matter of time.
Only a matter of time until I face it again,
Until I face the beauty of Revenge.
