Poetry competition CLOSED 22nd April 2012 5:22am
WINNER
Jestalessa
Jestalessa
RUNNERS-UP:
diddi
and Page_Writer
Thievery
Poetry Contest Description
Poem, short story or rant about stealing
A write involving the emotions and realities of having something stolen or write from the perspective of having to steal, or wanting to steal. Most entertaining write will win, no real rules besides the piece has to be original (not stolen)
Outside The Light
You tore out the air
which supplied my heart
then you left me there
to slowly fall apart ,
saturday lies
even week nights
you'd look in my eyes
outside the light
Remembering , wandering
the back streets of our years
my everything , squandering
a reduction to tears .
You turned to cast
like a hollow thing
I burned to ash
in a molten ring
the kids did ask
for you to bring
yourself back home
to hope we'd cling .
Off the wall
so desperately
I did so fall ,
descent , gravity
down I went painfully
to cracked cement , a cavity
you walked , hell bent
away from me
how could you dent
our family
these babies were sent
from the heavens to me
how could you have spent
what comes for free .
You tore out the air
which supplied my heart
then you left me there
to slowly fall apart ,
saturday lies
even week nights
you'd look in my eyes
outside the light
Remembering , wandering
the back streets of our years
my everything , squandering
a reduction to tears .
You turned to cast
like a hollow thing
I burned to ash
in a molten ring
the kids did ask
for you to bring
yourself back home
to hope we'd cling .
Off the wall
so desperately
I did so fall ,
descent , gravity
down I went painfully
to cracked cement , a cavity
you walked , hell bent
away from me
how could you dent
our family
these babies were sent
from the heavens to me
how could you have spent
what comes for free .
Kleptomaniac
See--want.
Take--mine.
Inside this store, in this mall-- Why do I want this lipgloss? Or this necklace? I'm not going to use it, probably will forget about it the moment I step out of this store. Is it the thrill of being able to take something and not getting caught? But when I am inside the store, I can't help it-- I can't help but look at the little tiny items. Sunglasses for five dollars-- give me a break, I have a five finger discount on this. Nail polish-- black or blue, maybe some red? Look at this ring, I'll wear this ring-- It's so pretty and it's there-- how can I not swipe it? It's an itch really, that starts in my head as a thought, then it turns into knawing feeling in my heart, and then a tingling down my arm and then finally. . .
SNATCH!
It's in my hand and then look left, look right-- No one there-- And it's my pocket, just like that. Cameras watching me, enjoying the show-- I haven't been caught yet, they don't even know that I'm stealing from them and taking their stuff. They don't even realize how big this is, why don't they warn me or tell me to stop. Eyeliner, lipgloss, necklaces and bracelets, I walk in the store with a full wad of cash but I walk out with a bunch of stuff-- And my money still in tact. What is wrong with me? I am not a klepto-- I can control this urge, can't I? I don't need that, I don't want it, but I want to see if I can take it. Is it mine, moment of truth-- No alarms going off because the price tag is on the floor, five isles from where I picked up the item. How did this become of me? Was it influence, did I watch someone else steal and I thought it was cool? Did I steal the cookies from the cookie jar when I was little, did my mother know? Was it fun if I stole some money from my dad when he wasn't around, even though I knew that money was not for me to take? Did it matter to me-- No. Because I wanted to look cool, and I wanted things, things that I could have just bought and if it wasn't worth buying than I didn't really need it. But I can't stop, it's so easy walk into a store with a bag and you can slip that little bag of bite size muffins inside-- Get out to the car, mom doesn't even know.
Where'd you get the muffins?
A friend a school.
So easy, no alarms tripping, no body hurt, simple and clean fun. But I am no a klepto-- No, because I can stop. I know what I can and can't have, and I don't need to take it. Sign my name, okay but your pen is mine now, don't ask for it back. Use this sharpie in art class well now it's in my bag, and I'll use to vandalise-- Another crime. Still eating lunch, out of chocolate milk-- No problem, walk over and snatch another from the freezer the lunch ladies aren't watching. I want that-- What is it? I don't know but I want it. I paid for three cookies but I took four, is this normal-- Stealing things like it's a normal part of my day, but then I let my guard down thinking I'm the best that's ever been. But I was wrong and that was the cuffs of metal got wrapped around my wrists.
Shoplifter-- arrested.
Age--seventeen.
I didn't want that stuff. I know that as I sit in this cell in juvie waiting for the clerk to get here so that my mother my pay my bail money. I know that I didn't need or really care about that stuff. Tears slide down my cheeks as I realize I couldn't stop and now I feel sick because my brain wanted me to take those things that I know I didn't need or that my mother would have bought if I had asked her too.
Stupid girl I am, taking things I didn't want or need. I can't stop, maybe for now but what about a few years from now did the cell, the court, the cops, the judge-- Did that really scare the shoplifter out of me. No, you can't get rid of her, she's apart of me. It's what I've become, maybe for now I can keep her at bay looking at these tiny items that are so easy to slip into my pocket and walk away with. I know that I do not want these but it's so easy to take them. But I do not need them but still I must have them. Selfish maybe is what this really is? A needy girl wanting things she desperately cannot have. No I'm fine, I don't need to steal anymore, I've had my fun. But for the rest of my life, I know that when I walk into the store I will see that girl in the reflection of the window, or the mirror, or the lense of the five dollar sunglasses.
I'll see the kleptomaniac.
I'll see myself.
And that is who I had been.
But not who I will ever be again.
See--want.
Can't have--move on.
See--want.
Take--mine.
Inside this store, in this mall-- Why do I want this lipgloss? Or this necklace? I'm not going to use it, probably will forget about it the moment I step out of this store. Is it the thrill of being able to take something and not getting caught? But when I am inside the store, I can't help it-- I can't help but look at the little tiny items. Sunglasses for five dollars-- give me a break, I have a five finger discount on this. Nail polish-- black or blue, maybe some red? Look at this ring, I'll wear this ring-- It's so pretty and it's there-- how can I not swipe it? It's an itch really, that starts in my head as a thought, then it turns into knawing feeling in my heart, and then a tingling down my arm and then finally. . .
SNATCH!
It's in my hand and then look left, look right-- No one there-- And it's my pocket, just like that. Cameras watching me, enjoying the show-- I haven't been caught yet, they don't even know that I'm stealing from them and taking their stuff. They don't even realize how big this is, why don't they warn me or tell me to stop. Eyeliner, lipgloss, necklaces and bracelets, I walk in the store with a full wad of cash but I walk out with a bunch of stuff-- And my money still in tact. What is wrong with me? I am not a klepto-- I can control this urge, can't I? I don't need that, I don't want it, but I want to see if I can take it. Is it mine, moment of truth-- No alarms going off because the price tag is on the floor, five isles from where I picked up the item. How did this become of me? Was it influence, did I watch someone else steal and I thought it was cool? Did I steal the cookies from the cookie jar when I was little, did my mother know? Was it fun if I stole some money from my dad when he wasn't around, even though I knew that money was not for me to take? Did it matter to me-- No. Because I wanted to look cool, and I wanted things, things that I could have just bought and if it wasn't worth buying than I didn't really need it. But I can't stop, it's so easy walk into a store with a bag and you can slip that little bag of bite size muffins inside-- Get out to the car, mom doesn't even know.
Where'd you get the muffins?
A friend a school.
So easy, no alarms tripping, no body hurt, simple and clean fun. But I am no a klepto-- No, because I can stop. I know what I can and can't have, and I don't need to take it. Sign my name, okay but your pen is mine now, don't ask for it back. Use this sharpie in art class well now it's in my bag, and I'll use to vandalise-- Another crime. Still eating lunch, out of chocolate milk-- No problem, walk over and snatch another from the freezer the lunch ladies aren't watching. I want that-- What is it? I don't know but I want it. I paid for three cookies but I took four, is this normal-- Stealing things like it's a normal part of my day, but then I let my guard down thinking I'm the best that's ever been. But I was wrong and that was the cuffs of metal got wrapped around my wrists.
Shoplifter-- arrested.
Age--seventeen.
I didn't want that stuff. I know that as I sit in this cell in juvie waiting for the clerk to get here so that my mother my pay my bail money. I know that I didn't need or really care about that stuff. Tears slide down my cheeks as I realize I couldn't stop and now I feel sick because my brain wanted me to take those things that I know I didn't need or that my mother would have bought if I had asked her too.
Stupid girl I am, taking things I didn't want or need. I can't stop, maybe for now but what about a few years from now did the cell, the court, the cops, the judge-- Did that really scare the shoplifter out of me. No, you can't get rid of her, she's apart of me. It's what I've become, maybe for now I can keep her at bay looking at these tiny items that are so easy to slip into my pocket and walk away with. I know that I do not want these but it's so easy to take them. But I do not need them but still I must have them. Selfish maybe is what this really is? A needy girl wanting things she desperately cannot have. No I'm fine, I don't need to steal anymore, I've had my fun. But for the rest of my life, I know that when I walk into the store I will see that girl in the reflection of the window, or the mirror, or the lense of the five dollar sunglasses.
I'll see the kleptomaniac.
I'll see myself.
And that is who I had been.
But not who I will ever be again.
See--want.
Can't have--move on.
diddi said:Outside The Light
You tore out the air
which supplied my heart
then you left me there
to slowly fall apart ,
saturday lies
even week nights
you'd look in my eyes
outside the light
Remembering , wandering
the back streets of our years
my everything , squandering
a reduction to tears .
You turned to cast
like a hollow thing
I burned to ash
in a molten ring
the kids did ask
for you to bring
yourself back home
to hope we'd cling .
Off the wall
so desperately
I did so fall ,
descent , gravity
down I went painfully
to cracked cement , a cavity
you walked , hell bent
away from me
how could you dent
our family
these babies were sent
from the heavens to me
how could you have spent
what comes for free .
Wow!
You tore out the air
which supplied my heart
then you left me there
to slowly fall apart ,
saturday lies
even week nights
you'd look in my eyes
outside the light
Remembering , wandering
the back streets of our years
my everything , squandering
a reduction to tears .
You turned to cast
like a hollow thing
I burned to ash
in a molten ring
the kids did ask
for you to bring
yourself back home
to hope we'd cling .
Off the wall
so desperately
I did so fall ,
descent , gravity
down I went painfully
to cracked cement , a cavity
you walked , hell bent
away from me
how could you dent
our family
these babies were sent
from the heavens to me
how could you have spent
what comes for free .
Wow!
Decieved-Retrieved
Resented, demented, bitter sweet delight
You stole him from me, all so wrongly how do you sleep at night?
With all that said, now you're dead
I'm sure you're sleeping tight
Thats the way the cookie crumbles
The only way to make things right.
Resented, demented, bitter sweet delight
You stole him from me, all so wrongly how do you sleep at night?
With all that said, now you're dead
I'm sure you're sleeping tight
Thats the way the cookie crumbles
The only way to make things right.
Anonymous
Poem, short story or rant about stealing
A write involving the emotions and realities of having something stolen or write from the perspective of having to steal, or wanting to steal. Most entertaining write will win, no real rules besides the piece has to be original (not stolen)
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THIEVERY/STEALING
If I had the chance
What would I steal?
I would steal a beautiful girls youth
Leave my old, sick body
If I could - I would steal a brain
From a very clever person
Street creds are as valuable as your IQ
Seven forms of intelligence
I would have to pick carefully
Whose brain I would steal
For looks alone do not help you!
Stealing money is the easiest
Once beautiful and clever
I would seduce a nice hacker
We could suck money from all over
The world - blame it on some poor sucker
Now all that is left is identity theft
My hacker and I would make the connections
So we can enjoy all our possessions
Be un-trackable - this is high level
Once you have money...you can disappear
My final move would be to be Robbing Hood
Steal from the rich and give to the poor
For all that is happening now
Is the rich are getting richer
In the USA and CANADA
The MIDDLE CLASS is being screwed
Pensions and Medicare are being stolen
From OLD PEOPLE who worked for this good
So in stealing I may redeem my soul
***********************************************
Resources on the subject of STEALING IN POETRY
http://nancyprager.wordpress.com/2007/05/08/good-poets-borrow-great-poets-steal/
http://www.fictionaut.com/groups/matchbook/threads/532
http://flotsampoetry.com/2011/01/06/tealeaf-the-ethics-of-stealing-for-poetry/
A write involving the emotions and realities of having something stolen or write from the perspective of having to steal, or wanting to steal. Most entertaining write will win, no real rules besides the piece has to be original (not stolen)
*******************************************************************************
THIEVERY/STEALING
If I had the chance
What would I steal?
I would steal a beautiful girls youth
Leave my old, sick body
If I could - I would steal a brain
From a very clever person
Street creds are as valuable as your IQ
Seven forms of intelligence
I would have to pick carefully
Whose brain I would steal
For looks alone do not help you!
Stealing money is the easiest
Once beautiful and clever
I would seduce a nice hacker
We could suck money from all over
The world - blame it on some poor sucker
Now all that is left is identity theft
My hacker and I would make the connections
So we can enjoy all our possessions
Be un-trackable - this is high level
Once you have money...you can disappear
My final move would be to be Robbing Hood
Steal from the rich and give to the poor
For all that is happening now
Is the rich are getting richer
In the USA and CANADA
The MIDDLE CLASS is being screwed
Pensions and Medicare are being stolen
From OLD PEOPLE who worked for this good
So in stealing I may redeem my soul
***********************************************
Resources on the subject of STEALING IN POETRY
http://nancyprager.wordpress.com/2007/05/08/good-poets-borrow-great-poets-steal/
http://www.fictionaut.com/groups/matchbook/threads/532
http://flotsampoetry.com/2011/01/06/tealeaf-the-ethics-of-stealing-for-poetry/
raorrick said:[quote-70365-diddi]Outside The Light
You tore out the air
which supplied my heart
then you left me there
to slowly fall apart ,
saturday lies
even week nights
you'd look in my eyes
outside the light
Remembering , wandering
the back streets of our years
my everything , squandering
a reduction to tears .
You turned to cast
like a hollow thing
I burned to ash
in a molten ring
the kids did ask
for you to bring
yourself back home
to hope we'd cling .
Off the wall
so desperately
I did so fall ,
descent , gravity
down I went painfully
to cracked cement , a cavity
you walked , hell bent
away from me
how could you dent
our family
these babies were sent
from the heavens to me
how could you have spent
what comes for free .
Wow![/quote]
Thanks Rachel
You tore out the air
which supplied my heart
then you left me there
to slowly fall apart ,
saturday lies
even week nights
you'd look in my eyes
outside the light
Remembering , wandering
the back streets of our years
my everything , squandering
a reduction to tears .
You turned to cast
like a hollow thing
I burned to ash
in a molten ring
the kids did ask
for you to bring
yourself back home
to hope we'd cling .
Off the wall
so desperately
I did so fall ,
descent , gravity
down I went painfully
to cracked cement , a cavity
you walked , hell bent
away from me
how could you dent
our family
these babies were sent
from the heavens to me
how could you have spent
what comes for free .
Wow![/quote]
Thanks Rachel
"I Did It"
by: Eric L. Boddie
I wrote the original number one hit
That mind boggling stuff that occupies where your mind sits
I made a way for you to feel like someone else
I found a way for you to forget about yourself
I gave you envy for what others may have
I gave you enough greed to knock you off your path
I offer you lust in times to stear you wrong
I offer you misguidance all the day long
I gave you the lie to distract you from the truth
I steal Souls that He has not sin-proofed
I am the devil....
by: Eric L. Boddie
I wrote the original number one hit
That mind boggling stuff that occupies where your mind sits
I made a way for you to feel like someone else
I found a way for you to forget about yourself
I gave you envy for what others may have
I gave you enough greed to knock you off your path
I offer you lust in times to stear you wrong
I offer you misguidance all the day long
I gave you the lie to distract you from the truth
I steal Souls that He has not sin-proofed
I am the devil....
.:Love in Contempt:.
Meeting... a meeting of chance. Quick glance
Good grief its The Thief
is there no relief?
She's seeing him at too close a distance
His hand gesturing like a symmetrical wave
Calling her out to see…him the Pirate
She thinking, the sex, why didn’t he hire it
Long John “Come Hither”
Calling her out to see him one more time
Him thinking he's so fine
No, you’re just a thief and she's still has beef
Wherein she knows
he's still shoring up his bait
With him it’s never too late and
it’s always his decision; each incision
He didn’t need her permission…he never did
If only she could laugh out loud;
Regain being proud
Trumping his dismal clouds...the fluff
She unable to float, to drift away
Caught up in his storm
Stolen...One More Day.
.
.
Meeting... a meeting of chance. Quick glance
Good grief its The Thief
is there no relief?
She's seeing him at too close a distance
His hand gesturing like a symmetrical wave
Calling her out to see…him the Pirate
She thinking, the sex, why didn’t he hire it
Long John “Come Hither”
Calling her out to see him one more time
Him thinking he's so fine
No, you’re just a thief and she's still has beef
Wherein she knows
he's still shoring up his bait
With him it’s never too late and
it’s always his decision; each incision
He didn’t need her permission…he never did
If only she could laugh out loud;
Regain being proud
Trumping his dismal clouds...the fluff
She unable to float, to drift away
Caught up in his storm
Stolen...One More Day.
.
.
.:Booty:.
http://8020.photos.jpgmag.com/3293887_114621_0c80d3867d_l.jpg
took; aye took from the front; took from behind
took what eye could see; took while being blind
took off them garters; the ones with touch of lace
took hard deep breaths to keep up with her pace
took all of it, her back…the small of it
took the in between
took my tongue then begun to.. take her to my dream
took well-equipped the parted lip though she says it wasn’t mine
took his picture off the dresser, then laid it on the side
took time to do the right thing didn’t want ‘em to see me ride
took good stride like it wasn’t another’s and I could take my time
took cheating to another level one willing for me to find
everything eye wanted leaving only “the took” behind
photo: dazs km
http://8020.photos.jpgmag.com/3293887_114621_0c80d3867d_l.jpg
took; aye took from the front; took from behind
took what eye could see; took while being blind
took off them garters; the ones with touch of lace
took hard deep breaths to keep up with her pace
took all of it, her back…the small of it
took the in between
took my tongue then begun to.. take her to my dream
took well-equipped the parted lip though she says it wasn’t mine
took his picture off the dresser, then laid it on the side
took time to do the right thing didn’t want ‘em to see me ride
took good stride like it wasn’t another’s and I could take my time
took cheating to another level one willing for me to find
everything eye wanted leaving only “the took” behind
photo: dazs km
Innocence gone
Grasped without permission,
In-line with those imprisoned
Insight rests in your vision
Defied, now it's gone missing
Snatched without a warning
Trashed somewhere it haunts me
Dashed and now I'm mourning
Grabbed with two hands daunting
Swept up, I was tainted
Fed up with your insanity blatant
Left discarded somewhere, to gather my tears
As you walked away with my haven
Anonymous
Wrath Of Hell
I thought I just met you
in reality I knew you already
but you were someone else
didn't recognize you at first
you hide your demon well
you talked so sweet to me
made me feel desirable
had me thinking sexy
actually thought you liked me
I was positive about us
we had our battle of words
you left me for a while
but then you came back
was excited to see your smile
once again felt sorrow for you
then I felt the wrath of hell
couldn't see over the flames
dragged me into your trap
into your corner of deceit
couldn't find my way out
you had no mercy on me
stabbed my heart once again
went all the way thru this time
flashed your careless black heart
you left me to bleed alone
now I see the true devil
he was you all a long
I thought I just met you
in reality I knew you already
but you were someone else
didn't recognize you at first
you hide your demon well
you talked so sweet to me
made me feel desirable
had me thinking sexy
actually thought you liked me
I was positive about us
we had our battle of words
you left me for a while
but then you came back
was excited to see your smile
once again felt sorrow for you
then I felt the wrath of hell
couldn't see over the flames
dragged me into your trap
into your corner of deceit
couldn't find my way out
you had no mercy on me
stabbed my heart once again
went all the way thru this time
flashed your careless black heart
you left me to bleed alone
now I see the true devil
he was you all a long
Stealing the Air..
The color green for jelousy..
I'm something that you'll NeVeR Be...
My birth was a gift for the list..
'Of the worthy..
A level unmatched .. Out of your league..
No self esteem ..
For the wishfull weak..
You speak verbal waste.. No taste..
Be gone! ..
This here is for the sharks ..
Quietly roaming ..
While your foaming at the mouth.
Snap out!
Stealing the air..
Unaware..
Yet slithering into the layer..
Of the most VeNoMouS snakes..
I lye in wait ..
And
Contimplate your exit.
WouNds..
A CoNfeSSion...
Border line ObSeSSion..
Your statis is foul..
We can do with out it..
Tears for fears breed angels that steer..
In the wrong direction..
Your an infection..
You've fallen weak ..
Whose the prey now?...
The color green for jelousy..
I'm something that you'll NeVeR Be...
My birth was a gift for the list..
'Of the worthy..
A level unmatched .. Out of your league..
No self esteem ..
For the wishfull weak..
You speak verbal waste.. No taste..
Be gone! ..
This here is for the sharks ..
Quietly roaming ..
While your foaming at the mouth.
Snap out!
Stealing the air..
Unaware..
Yet slithering into the layer..
Of the most VeNoMouS snakes..
I lye in wait ..
And
Contimplate your exit.
WouNds..
A CoNfeSSion...
Border line ObSeSSion..
Your statis is foul..
We can do with out it..
Tears for fears breed angels that steer..
In the wrong direction..
Your an infection..
You've fallen weak ..
Whose the prey now?...
sacred night
burning eyes of lies and death,
collapsing dreams of silent breath.
pulling the life out of distance,
army of souls under resistance.
crippled body soggs in murky and dust,
forever lost in the earths crust.
talking rituals in those eyes,
lullaby night of original lies.
to a new religion of all men kind,
world of horror with those of lost mind.
-Kumiko Yamamoto
burning eyes of lies and death,
collapsing dreams of silent breath.
pulling the life out of distance,
army of souls under resistance.
crippled body soggs in murky and dust,
forever lost in the earths crust.
talking rituals in those eyes,
lullaby night of original lies.
to a new religion of all men kind,
world of horror with those of lost mind.
-Kumiko Yamamoto
