Poetry competition CLOSED 4th February 2012 1:55am
WINNER
MrAlptraum (Mr A)
MrAlptraum (Mr A)
RUNNER-UP:
Kou_Indigo
Where Shadow Chases Light
Watching the light
I use to sit there, every morning
Waiting for the sun to silently slither
As i watched the shadows grow
a horrid epiphany slid through me
A manifestation that cut my air
A blinking light of immateriality
The days will consecutively arrive,
and the nights will follow unconditional
Before me,
through me
and with a melancholic ease
After me
You may ask me of such mysteries
like love or death,
and all other insignificants
I am discontent in the acts of man
Bewildered and undone
by a theatre more superior
Ask me of enigmatic beauty
You'll find me sitting there, every morning
Watching the sun, silently slither
I use to sit there, every morning
Waiting for the sun to silently slither
As i watched the shadows grow
a horrid epiphany slid through me
A manifestation that cut my air
A blinking light of immateriality
The days will consecutively arrive,
and the nights will follow unconditional
Before me,
through me
and with a melancholic ease
After me
You may ask me of such mysteries
like love or death,
and all other insignificants
I am discontent in the acts of man
Bewildered and undone
by a theatre more superior
Ask me of enigmatic beauty
You'll find me sitting there, every morning
Watching the sun, silently slither
Watching the light
I use to sit there, every morning
Waiting for the sun to silently slither
As i watched the shadows grow
a horrid epiphany slid through me
A manifestation that cut my air
A blinking light of immateriality
The days will consecutively arrive,
and the nights will follow unconditional
Before me,
through me
and with a melancholic ease
After me
You may ask me of such mysteries
like love or death,
and all other insignificants
I am discontent in the acts of man
Bewildered and undone
by a theatre more superior
Ask me of enigmatic beauty
You'll find me sitting there, every morning
Watching the sun, silently slither
I use to sit there, every morning
Waiting for the sun to silently slither
As i watched the shadows grow
a horrid epiphany slid through me
A manifestation that cut my air
A blinking light of immateriality
The days will consecutively arrive,
and the nights will follow unconditional
Before me,
through me
and with a melancholic ease
After me
You may ask me of such mysteries
like love or death,
and all other insignificants
I am discontent in the acts of man
Bewildered and undone
by a theatre more superior
Ask me of enigmatic beauty
You'll find me sitting there, every morning
Watching the sun, silently slither
Dark side; digging pavement
I meet you in the alley,
Forbidden not, to come here.
I lurk all around you,
Not stirring a sound.
You're blushing beauty;
Pertruding an eluded:
Death star.
Be you my victim?
Meet you with a hard glance,
Catch you in a quick pass,
Steal you in my carved arms,
Sell you to the moon.
Make you into a movie,
I could never harm you.
For I am just you're shadow:
You're dark side digging pavement.
I meet you in the alley,
Forbidden not, to come here.
I lurk all around you,
Not stirring a sound.
You're blushing beauty;
Pertruding an eluded:
Death star.
Be you my victim?
Meet you with a hard glance,
Catch you in a quick pass,
Steal you in my carved arms,
Sell you to the moon.
Make you into a movie,
I could never harm you.
For I am just you're shadow:
You're dark side digging pavement.
Anonymous
I love to stalk; so watch your back
I like to follow people around
Watch how they live; watch what they do
Do it on foot, do it on google
Have done research; maybe on you
The curiosity in me is like that of a cat
Each time I find a new item
It is a notch on my PI PERSONA
To think I have more ON YOU than YOU HAVE ON ME
I like to follow people around
Watch how they live; watch what they do
Do it on foot, do it on google
Have done research; maybe on you
The curiosity in me is like that of a cat
Each time I find a new item
It is a notch on my PI PERSONA
To think I have more ON YOU than YOU HAVE ON ME
Anonymous
Thank you...this is my first day when I got up the courage to participate in the forums......
Shadows, misguided footsteps through my adolescent innocence
Too many taken steps to return back into the fog
But too naive to ask where-about the destination
Light wakes when shadows sleep
Years passed before I knew it had
Realizing the milestone of desolation
And knowing it's too late
My hands reach towards the west as the sun hides from me, in spite, or so it seems
And now shadows feel like excuses for hollowed shelter,
To grovel in shame, called my life.
Too many taken steps to return back into the fog
But too naive to ask where-about the destination
Light wakes when shadows sleep
Years passed before I knew it had
Realizing the milestone of desolation
And knowing it's too late
My hands reach towards the west as the sun hides from me, in spite, or so it seems
And now shadows feel like excuses for hollowed shelter,
To grovel in shame, called my life.
The rape of silver symphony
That day she left her home in somber
in search for the silver symphony
shadowed by the noise poison of dark life.
draping herself in shimmery black gown ,
With kinky dark mane falling
loose below her exotic plums,
Defining her diabolic eyes with murky kohl,
She escapes in the woods bare footed ,
The rubric syrup oozed beneath
with a tender kiss to
the cragged earth.
She rests herself against a towering tree
Playing her violin in damp peace,
The redolent symphony seduced the lost spirits ,
And suddenly she heard the rash rustling
from behind on the dry leaves
with a scary splash on the marshy land
approaching her
sensing that her forbidden apple is being
rampaged by the dark energy,
but she continues making out with violin
fervidly fondling with her strings,
she poured out
molten red caramel underneath,
the incubus gets satiated,
moaning aloud in a grim cry
as it has never tasted such
raw lascivious lava before
gushing out from
her pristine womb,
thus enlightening her
soul with light,
shedding off the lust
of her mortal being.
That day she left her home in somber
in search for the silver symphony
shadowed by the noise poison of dark life.
draping herself in shimmery black gown ,
With kinky dark mane falling
loose below her exotic plums,
Defining her diabolic eyes with murky kohl,
She escapes in the woods bare footed ,
The rubric syrup oozed beneath
with a tender kiss to
the cragged earth.
She rests herself against a towering tree
Playing her violin in damp peace,
The redolent symphony seduced the lost spirits ,
And suddenly she heard the rash rustling
from behind on the dry leaves
with a scary splash on the marshy land
approaching her
sensing that her forbidden apple is being
rampaged by the dark energy,
but she continues making out with violin
fervidly fondling with her strings,
she poured out
molten red caramel underneath,
the incubus gets satiated,
moaning aloud in a grim cry
as it has never tasted such
raw lascivious lava before
gushing out from
her pristine womb,
thus enlightening her
soul with light,
shedding off the lust
of her mortal being.
