Poetry competition CLOSED 29th March 2012 10:07pm
WINNER
Page_Writer (Mad Girl)
Page_Writer (Mad Girl)
RUNNERS-UP:
diddi
and Atropabelladonna
Why?
Questions I don't want the answer to
Why are the outcasts cast out on their arses
When they'd never ask to bleed?
Why are those seldom heard, made to hurt
Because you taunt them to speak?
Why are the causes ignored, each resorting
In days repeated and bleak?
Why are we hoarding to the end of the world
When we havn't yet met world war three?
Why are the outcasts cast out on their arses
When they'd never ask to bleed?
Why are those seldom heard, made to hurt
Because you taunt them to speak?
Why are the causes ignored, each resorting
In days repeated and bleak?
Why are we hoarding to the end of the world
When we havn't yet met world war three?
Dad staggered in, his eyes eerily lit,
The corners of his mouth foaming spit.
His demons planned an overnight stay.
I retreated to take the kids away,
Hide them in their rooms, safe in their beds,
I closed the door and they covered their heads,
As if blankets could mute the sounds of his blows,
Or they could silence my screams beneath their pillows.
Afterwards I hugged the little ones close to my chest,
'Till the beat of my heart lulled them to rest.
Only then did I let myself cry,
Only then did I let myself wonder why.
Why I didn't fight back, didn't defend,
Didn't confess to family or friend,
Had dad's demons claimed my soul?
Or was this a proper daughter's role?
why not
no lie
ive toe'd to toe with the big guy
for insight
and drank the darker fella
under the table
simply to pick his pockets
assuming he left dodge with some sort of severance package
i picked at the tapestry
enough for the fabric to fray
and traced the common thread of every artists ancestry
back to before the bang was even that big
i once followed the fancy of physics
to the quantum level
disappearing and reappearing everywhere at once
just to tippy toe peak beyond it
ive spun the mysticks dizzy
grazed on lsd dmt and poetry
and ive even tired out the disciples
rifling my focus to the answers in the skies
from the tower of babel i shouted why
in every concievable computation
with such an urgency
that the answer came back
why not
no lie
ive toe'd to toe with the big guy
for insight
and drank the darker fella
under the table
simply to pick his pockets
assuming he left dodge with some sort of severance package
i picked at the tapestry
enough for the fabric to fray
and traced the common thread of every artists ancestry
back to before the bang was even that big
i once followed the fancy of physics
to the quantum level
disappearing and reappearing everywhere at once
just to tippy toe peak beyond it
ive spun the mysticks dizzy
grazed on lsd dmt and poetry
and ive even tired out the disciples
rifling my focus to the answers in the skies
from the tower of babel i shouted why
in every concievable computation
with such an urgency
that the answer came back
why not
WHY?
THE QUESTION IS WHY?
U LEFT ME ALONE WHY?
I DONE NO HARM BUT WHY?
U HURT ME AND LEFT ME WITH A WHY?
TEARS OF SORROW I HAD TO CRY
WHILE U COULDNT PITY ON MY CRY
HOW I TRIED U STILL LEFT ME TO CRY
I WONDER WERE U HAPPY WHEN I HAD MY CRY
I WISHED I WOULD DIE
MAYBE THIS PAIN WOULD DIE
NO MATTER WHAT MY EFFORTS HAD TO DIE
ITS ONLY LOVE WHICH WAS SLOWLY GOING TO DIE
MOST OF THE TIME I THINK ABOUT MY LIFE
I FEEL HOPELESS TROUBLED AS I LIVE MY LIFE
THER IS NO ELEMENT OF A GOOD LIFE
WITH U IM SURE I HAD A BEATIFUL LIFE
U SAID WHAT U DID WAS TO TRY
IS LOVE SOMETHING U HAD TO TRY
NOW U LEAVE ME COMING BACK U DONT TRY
MAKING ME CRY IS WHAT U ALWAYS TRY
ALL THE THINGS U DID WHY
DID U DECIDE TO GIVE ME LIES
I JUST DONT KNOW WHY
I BELIEVED ALL OF YOUR LIES.
THE QUESTION IS WHY?
U LEFT ME ALONE WHY?
I DONE NO HARM BUT WHY?
U HURT ME AND LEFT ME WITH A WHY?
TEARS OF SORROW I HAD TO CRY
WHILE U COULDNT PITY ON MY CRY
HOW I TRIED U STILL LEFT ME TO CRY
I WONDER WERE U HAPPY WHEN I HAD MY CRY
I WISHED I WOULD DIE
MAYBE THIS PAIN WOULD DIE
NO MATTER WHAT MY EFFORTS HAD TO DIE
ITS ONLY LOVE WHICH WAS SLOWLY GOING TO DIE
MOST OF THE TIME I THINK ABOUT MY LIFE
I FEEL HOPELESS TROUBLED AS I LIVE MY LIFE
THER IS NO ELEMENT OF A GOOD LIFE
WITH U IM SURE I HAD A BEATIFUL LIFE
U SAID WHAT U DID WAS TO TRY
IS LOVE SOMETHING U HAD TO TRY
NOW U LEAVE ME COMING BACK U DONT TRY
MAKING ME CRY IS WHAT U ALWAYS TRY
ALL THE THINGS U DID WHY
DID U DECIDE TO GIVE ME LIES
I JUST DONT KNOW WHY
I BELIEVED ALL OF YOUR LIES.
Somebody tell me
Is this blasphemy?
If it is,well Im sorry
It seriously bothers me
God's omniscient
He knows the end from the beginning
Why did he make lucifer?
Handsome and powerful
And now the life of mankind's simply horrible
What was the tree doing in the middle of the garden?
After a beautiful work came the little flaw
And now the life of man is simply horrible
Why do God prefer to allow satan
Roam the Earth reaping the souls of men?
Why didn't He simply establish Hs authority?
Create a peaceful world filled with humble men
Void of rebellion
Now the life of manknd's simply horrible
Why did Christ have to die on a cross?
Wasn't there a better way to undo satan
He suffered so that we'd be without excuse
When its time to judge our deeds
And everyday I think of the end
And the life of mankind's simply horrible
A soul so full of itself
A body that seeks nothing other than pleasure
A mind preoccupied with evil
Doom's sure
And the life of mankind's so horrible
Pains and tribulations' close to righteousness
While play and pleasure signifies destruction
God's love
God never changes
But on the last day he'll change
From a Loving Father
To a Mercilless Judge
Why?
Why does it have to be this way?
Is this blasphemy?
If it is,well Im sorry
It seriously bothers me
God's omniscient
He knows the end from the beginning
Why did he make lucifer?
Handsome and powerful
And now the life of mankind's simply horrible
What was the tree doing in the middle of the garden?
After a beautiful work came the little flaw
And now the life of man is simply horrible
Why do God prefer to allow satan
Roam the Earth reaping the souls of men?
Why didn't He simply establish Hs authority?
Create a peaceful world filled with humble men
Void of rebellion
Now the life of manknd's simply horrible
Why did Christ have to die on a cross?
Wasn't there a better way to undo satan
He suffered so that we'd be without excuse
When its time to judge our deeds
And everyday I think of the end
And the life of mankind's simply horrible
A soul so full of itself
A body that seeks nothing other than pleasure
A mind preoccupied with evil
Doom's sure
And the life of mankind's so horrible
Pains and tribulations' close to righteousness
While play and pleasure signifies destruction
God's love
God never changes
But on the last day he'll change
From a Loving Father
To a Mercilless Judge
Why?
Why does it have to be this way?
13 said:Why?
I made you death
before my eyes
under tainted clouds
of inverted days
bring you your dreams
on a silver platter
to let go and forget
for I made you death
Weakened flame
struggling for fame
to reach and soothe
the eyes of tame
a vacuum of light
in twisted night
empty into blueish sky
for I made you death, that is why.
In this black all is one
it's more fun when I'm blind
and rips in my skin open slow
drain scarlet purity out of vein
and into the mind, now deranged
lost in your pain, how strange
returning wisps of your last breath
envelop my madness
for I made you death
This is beautifully brilliant, sir.
I made you death
before my eyes
under tainted clouds
of inverted days
bring you your dreams
on a silver platter
to let go and forget
for I made you death
Weakened flame
struggling for fame
to reach and soothe
the eyes of tame
a vacuum of light
in twisted night
empty into blueish sky
for I made you death, that is why.
In this black all is one
it's more fun when I'm blind
and rips in my skin open slow
drain scarlet purity out of vein
and into the mind, now deranged
lost in your pain, how strange
returning wisps of your last breath
envelop my madness
for I made you death
This is beautifully brilliant, sir.
Conspiracy Theory
They looked up with pleading, tear-filled eyes
The first bit of innocence peeling off their flesh
Seared by a flaming sword
And Adam & Eve wept:
"Why instill in us this curiosity if it was not meant to be used?
Why bring our attention to something if you wanted us to overlook it?
Leave us in this terrarium and we will simply go about our business of lying, loving, and living in its beauty.
Replace us in this womb if you are so mighty.
Inside your lush, good graces is the only place that we long to be!"
You disobeyed me.
"Of course we did!
We are children, unaware that consequences could be forever!
Or even still what 'forever' implies."
Today is first day of the last days of your lives
Now that you are free.
"What? Free?"
Yes.
I've given you a freedom that I will never know,
Death.
"But leaving this is something we would never wish, what we now cry against!"
You will see that as the arc of your life extends,
each degree you pass will seem greater in hindsight.
Your memories will help you grow to some end which you can create for yourself, a goal you can attain and enjoy.
"Do you not enjoy these moments too?"
These moments for me are just the most recent manifestation of the pattern
And, as such, are just the same old thing with slightly different details.
Knowing that it will all happen again has torn the joy from my breast.
I have saved you from this fate of living emptiness.
"But what if we take this for granted?
What if we forget that it is a gift?"
You will not... for long.
As your arc widens you will lose a little more of the vigor that you now feel
And so, you will realize, moment by moment, that you are not eternal.
You will stop and smell the fragrances and feel the gentle winds cooling the light's warmth on your skin.
You will experience things that you will know you may never see, hear, or feel ever again.
You will never grow complacent and uncaring, such as I.
"We have learned our lesson!
We now appreciate our existence!"
Your words are the hollow attempt of Fear to continue its existence.
This is not you speaking.
You are never alone, for better or worse.
You will learn this as well.
"What are these feelings?
I feel more like an animal than something divine!"
They are your drives, your instincts.
I need you to have them so when I get bored or saddened by my own lack of feeling you will carry on and live and multiply.
And, even in my absence, you will continue to appreciate this masterpiece I have made for you.
"But now I wish to cultivate this girl with me, and this land, these animals.
I wish now to control them and make them give me comfort for what we have lost."
And I wish the same of you, for now.
In time, you will die, and when I remember my curiosity with you I will return to view your progeny, see the marvelous ways in which you have changed.
When I grow weary of myself I will look to you and your lives ending in your deaths to give me Hope and remind me that there is something more than this;
That even I am limited and there must be something greater.
That thought brings comfort to my mind.
Now go, and forget these words we have spoken.
But know this:
You will always mean more to me than I will ever be able to show you.
They looked up with pleading, tear-filled eyes
The first bit of innocence peeling off their flesh
Seared by a flaming sword
And Adam & Eve wept:
"Why instill in us this curiosity if it was not meant to be used?
Why bring our attention to something if you wanted us to overlook it?
Leave us in this terrarium and we will simply go about our business of lying, loving, and living in its beauty.
Replace us in this womb if you are so mighty.
Inside your lush, good graces is the only place that we long to be!"
You disobeyed me.
"Of course we did!
We are children, unaware that consequences could be forever!
Or even still what 'forever' implies."
Today is first day of the last days of your lives
Now that you are free.
"What? Free?"
Yes.
I've given you a freedom that I will never know,
Death.
"But leaving this is something we would never wish, what we now cry against!"
You will see that as the arc of your life extends,
each degree you pass will seem greater in hindsight.
Your memories will help you grow to some end which you can create for yourself, a goal you can attain and enjoy.
"Do you not enjoy these moments too?"
These moments for me are just the most recent manifestation of the pattern
And, as such, are just the same old thing with slightly different details.
Knowing that it will all happen again has torn the joy from my breast.
I have saved you from this fate of living emptiness.
"But what if we take this for granted?
What if we forget that it is a gift?"
You will not... for long.
As your arc widens you will lose a little more of the vigor that you now feel
And so, you will realize, moment by moment, that you are not eternal.
You will stop and smell the fragrances and feel the gentle winds cooling the light's warmth on your skin.
You will experience things that you will know you may never see, hear, or feel ever again.
You will never grow complacent and uncaring, such as I.
"We have learned our lesson!
We now appreciate our existence!"
Your words are the hollow attempt of Fear to continue its existence.
This is not you speaking.
You are never alone, for better or worse.
You will learn this as well.
"What are these feelings?
I feel more like an animal than something divine!"
They are your drives, your instincts.
I need you to have them so when I get bored or saddened by my own lack of feeling you will carry on and live and multiply.
And, even in my absence, you will continue to appreciate this masterpiece I have made for you.
"But now I wish to cultivate this girl with me, and this land, these animals.
I wish now to control them and make them give me comfort for what we have lost."
And I wish the same of you, for now.
In time, you will die, and when I remember my curiosity with you I will return to view your progeny, see the marvelous ways in which you have changed.
When I grow weary of myself I will look to you and your lives ending in your deaths to give me Hope and remind me that there is something more than this;
That even I am limited and there must be something greater.
That thought brings comfort to my mind.
Now go, and forget these words we have spoken.
But know this:
You will always mean more to me than I will ever be able to show you.
I hear her voice...
she is singing to me
now I hear her voice
and she is crying
I wonder.... why?
does she not know that I can hear her
through this fragile skin deep
as her thoughts and emotions
begin to seep...into my
brand Nu being....
My pupils are yet formed
but through her eyes
I am seeing...
everything
even that which
she would never admit to her
own soul
she doesnt want me....
she only wants to let go
I hear her agony...
as for me she was never prepared
All I want to do is live...
My fate...just isnt fair
She will never know my hazel eyes
or Light brown hair
She made an appointment today...
To get rid of me....
Now my arms will be
replaced with angels wings
now my unborn soul...
will be free....
but my question remains...
for all of my days...
Why didnt mommy want me?
she is singing to me
now I hear her voice
and she is crying
I wonder.... why?
does she not know that I can hear her
through this fragile skin deep
as her thoughts and emotions
begin to seep...into my
brand Nu being....
My pupils are yet formed
but through her eyes
I am seeing...
everything
even that which
she would never admit to her
own soul
she doesnt want me....
she only wants to let go
I hear her agony...
as for me she was never prepared
All I want to do is live...
My fate...just isnt fair
She will never know my hazel eyes
or Light brown hair
She made an appointment today...
To get rid of me....
Now my arms will be
replaced with angels wings
now my unborn soul...
will be free....
but my question remains...
for all of my days...
Why didnt mommy want me?
everybody on here writes what they want to write, if someone disagrees with what you write or doesnt like what you write thats their problem so stop apologising. only you know whats in your head SO JUST WRITE!!!!.............the page will stay blank until you decide to fill it...peace and love
Why did I bring you here
to this pit of insanity
where the good come to drown
in custard like cats?
And under this burnt skyline
can you tight the boots that are too big for me
whilst adoring everything
with those lying eyes?
Why did I do this to myself?
Why did I play the same
silly game?
It's tragic.
Why did you bring me here
to this cesspool of insanity
where the good are drawn
with chalk on stone
and burnt on the world line?
Why couldn't you leave the shoes that didn't fit
and adore me with loving eyes?
Why did you do this to me?
Why did you play the same
silly game?
to this pit of insanity
where the good come to drown
in custard like cats?
And under this burnt skyline
can you tight the boots that are too big for me
whilst adoring everything
with those lying eyes?
Why did I do this to myself?
Why did I play the same
silly game?
It's tragic.
Why did you bring me here
to this cesspool of insanity
where the good are drawn
with chalk on stone
and burnt on the world line?
Why couldn't you leave the shoes that didn't fit
and adore me with loving eyes?
Why did you do this to me?
Why did you play the same
silly game?
lightbaron said:why not
no lie
ive toe'd to toe with the big guy
for insight
and drank the darker fella
under the table
simply to pick his pockets
assuming he left dodge with some sort of severance package
i picked at the tapestry
enough for the fabric to fray
and traced the common thread of every artists ancestry
back to before the bang was even that big
i once followed the fancy of physics
to the quantum level
disappearing and reappearing everywhere at once
just to tippy toe peak beyond it
ive spun the mysticks dizzy
grazed on lsd dmt and poetry
and ive even tired out the disciples
rifling my focus to the answers in the skies
from the tower of babel i shouted why
in every concievable computation
with such an urgency
that the answer came back
why not
Perfect.
no lie
ive toe'd to toe with the big guy
for insight
and drank the darker fella
under the table
simply to pick his pockets
assuming he left dodge with some sort of severance package
i picked at the tapestry
enough for the fabric to fray
and traced the common thread of every artists ancestry
back to before the bang was even that big
i once followed the fancy of physics
to the quantum level
disappearing and reappearing everywhere at once
just to tippy toe peak beyond it
ive spun the mysticks dizzy
grazed on lsd dmt and poetry
and ive even tired out the disciples
rifling my focus to the answers in the skies
from the tower of babel i shouted why
in every concievable computation
with such an urgency
that the answer came back
why not
Perfect.
Why
Why did my tears fall
when the sun was shining
the moonlight was glittering
and my life was full?
Why was I crying
when I heard him whisper
that he was dying
to be with me?
Why did I wail into my pillow
when he said he was coming
to hold my hands
and walk down the aisle with me?
Why was I in despair
when he came home yesterday
and promised forever
to be here to stay?
Cos I knew
He was number two
and my beloved you
an aching crowned-thorn within me.
Why did my tears fall
when the sun was shining
the moonlight was glittering
and my life was full?
Why was I crying
when I heard him whisper
that he was dying
to be with me?
Why did I wail into my pillow
when he said he was coming
to hold my hands
and walk down the aisle with me?
Why was I in despair
when he came home yesterday
and promised forever
to be here to stay?
Cos I knew
He was number two
and my beloved you
an aching crowned-thorn within me.
Why?'
Was it pleasuring to the body
punctuating your temple for
a quick get high
fuck it is a illness
or a addiction
I
your offspring
have a addiction
of my own
while you madre and padre
had drugs
Me?
Sex
Here's the proud part
no multiple partners
while you two
pathetic excuse for parents
got high
sleeping with anything that moves
dark corners
dangerous allies
did it matter
dirty needles
traced marks
for the world to see
I look like you madre
I have your eyes and hair padre
told of only stories
how beautiful you were
before you fell
long hair
Hispanic accent
Now six feet under
for twenty three years of my existence
Well madre
we weren't
actually
sharing secrets over a pint of ice cream
but old wounds were beginning to heal
until you were ripped from this world
Don't worry
for all i have from the both of you
madre and padre
are the resemblances of appearance
not the fate
that you two so desperately leaded
Mine will be different
It's just I will always wonder
Why?
Was it pleasuring to the body
punctuating your temple for
a quick get high
fuck it is a illness
or a addiction
I
your offspring
have a addiction
of my own
while you madre and padre
had drugs
Me?
Sex
Here's the proud part
no multiple partners
while you two
pathetic excuse for parents
got high
sleeping with anything that moves
dark corners
dangerous allies
did it matter
dirty needles
traced marks
for the world to see
I look like you madre
I have your eyes and hair padre
told of only stories
how beautiful you were
before you fell
long hair
Hispanic accent
Now six feet under
for twenty three years of my existence
Well madre
we weren't
actually
sharing secrets over a pint of ice cream
but old wounds were beginning to heal
until you were ripped from this world
Don't worry
for all i have from the both of you
madre and padre
are the resemblances of appearance
not the fate
that you two so desperately leaded
Mine will be different
It's just I will always wonder
Why?
