Poetry competition CLOSED 7th February 2012 6:25pm
WINNER
ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
RUNNERS-UP:
Kou_Indigo
and raorrick
Past. Present. Future.
Anonymous
My past haunts me like the ghost in the attic
You would not want to know the things I have done
I married for money, used men, to get things that I needed
The present is a piled up web of lies
So well crisscrossed; you could never untie it
My children are brilliant and kind
My husband is faithful and devoted
My life is perfect...do not need a thing
As for the future...I am terrified
PS...I LIED
You would not want to know the things I have done
I married for money, used men, to get things that I needed
The present is a piled up web of lies
So well crisscrossed; you could never untie it
My children are brilliant and kind
My husband is faithful and devoted
My life is perfect...do not need a thing
As for the future...I am terrified
PS...I LIED
1)
The past is
a child looking out the window
that does not follow the lesson
despite the harsh punishments
in the school that manufactures gears
a great hatred toward authority
The class struggle
nothing can stop our convictions
nor police batons
But we couldn't bear to do it
and nothing can be changed
the materialism have always wins
idealists are destined to disappear
the search for an escape
in some distant virgin lands
or lost in the universe
of lysergic acid
A strong sense of defeat
the race towards self-destruction
brain death with medication
and more or less legal hard drugs
Strong hands that grab you
in solidarity
and stop your fall
in a black hole with no memories
made of torment and pain
the fog slowly lifts
while you recover the mental faculties
someone who believes in you
to meet a woman who loves you
The energy of the best days
the stubborn integrity of the warrior
the desire to carry on
The necessary work that you hate
grasping every handle
fight for survival
There is again a crisis, they say
There is again a war, many wars indeed
A never-ending story
the culprits are always the same
victims are always the same
few people are struggling
2)
The present
does not exist any present
only for a few moments
and has quickly passed,
so little time remains
I need to draw quicker than thought
and write faster than words
otherwise all will be lost
3)
The future
Consciousness and culture
are our future
and a friendly technology
on a human scale
Otherwise will be
an unpredictable morrow:
the dull buzz of monitors
a frozen image
the sound of white noise
"The clock is ticking
I forgot the past
not knowing about the future
only a few moments remains
for happiness
and when I cross your sweet door
I lose myself
in the outer space
of your dark eyes
only then,
tears and despair
seem to be forgotten."
Born again and again and again...
Before
People looked down on me,
saw how innocent i was
loved me like no other
they called me beautiful even,
my hair flowed clean and sparkling for a while.
The years passed and i tried to leave foreve for the first time
to take away all of the pain of the world
no one knew i was showing signs
i didn't want anyone to know what i was going to do
why would I!?
how would they get me
how would they know what to do.
i didn't want attention
i didn't want pitty and i sure as hell didnt want a shrink
asking me how it all came to this...
During
Now...
I am someone people think about as happy all the time
happy go lucky even
i dont like to think of it as that
not like i am happy again
people think i am better
my life is much better than before
Emily is good again!
Mommy and Daddy shes not sick anymore
but there are things that even doctors and professional people dont know
they dont know how sad i am on the inside
how much it kills me to see the people around me so happy
i dont like to see them praise me for every little thing
i do.
i just went to my room adn came back alive!
good job Emily!
Just got an f on a test,
you tried your hardest Em, maybe next time
i hate it all
hate the attention from people.
I told them in the note not to revive me
not to let me live.
They had to cause my parents said to!
Ending
There is no end that will kill me enough to make me fully dead.
i dont know what lies ahead,
lets all just hope its better than this
Before
People looked down on me,
saw how innocent i was
loved me like no other
they called me beautiful even,
my hair flowed clean and sparkling for a while.
The years passed and i tried to leave foreve for the first time
to take away all of the pain of the world
no one knew i was showing signs
i didn't want anyone to know what i was going to do
why would I!?
how would they get me
how would they know what to do.
i didn't want attention
i didn't want pitty and i sure as hell didnt want a shrink
asking me how it all came to this...
During
Now...
I am someone people think about as happy all the time
happy go lucky even
i dont like to think of it as that
not like i am happy again
people think i am better
my life is much better than before
Emily is good again!
Mommy and Daddy shes not sick anymore
but there are things that even doctors and professional people dont know
they dont know how sad i am on the inside
how much it kills me to see the people around me so happy
i dont like to see them praise me for every little thing
i do.
i just went to my room adn came back alive!
good job Emily!
Just got an f on a test,
you tried your hardest Em, maybe next time
i hate it all
hate the attention from people.
I told them in the note not to revive me
not to let me live.
They had to cause my parents said to!
Ending
There is no end that will kill me enough to make me fully dead.
i dont know what lies ahead,
lets all just hope its better than this
at first my fingers weren't stained
they left placid marks in the sand
like blood, except i called it love
i'd sit and prod waiting for my eyes
to change color, but they waited and
waited and in the end they just stung
after a while my face was painted bruises
i'd let them sit on firming skin developing
a human quality i feared more than anything
the needles made themselves bigger with fairy dust
that i forgot about until it made me bleed again
i'll watch it sing idiocy and i'll love it anyway
sometimes the clouds will be grey but sometimes they'll show
themselves an extremely light black and i know i'll appreciate
the sound it makes so far away from me, i'll whistle along, even
everything will be as slight as coo
it won't matter as much the way the world looks at me
they left placid marks in the sand
like blood, except i called it love
i'd sit and prod waiting for my eyes
to change color, but they waited and
waited and in the end they just stung
after a while my face was painted bruises
i'd let them sit on firming skin developing
a human quality i feared more than anything
the needles made themselves bigger with fairy dust
that i forgot about until it made me bleed again
i'll watch it sing idiocy and i'll love it anyway
sometimes the clouds will be grey but sometimes they'll show
themselves an extremely light black and i know i'll appreciate
the sound it makes so far away from me, i'll whistle along, even
everything will be as slight as coo
it won't matter as much the way the world looks at me
Anonymous
A well deserved winner! It was hard to choose, there were a lot of great entries guys!
I am honored to be in the running! This was a magnificent contest indeed. Congratulations to Rachel also, and of course to our trophy winner, Literary Antiquity. Great poems, for an equally great community! --- Love and Light, my friends!
