Poetry competition CLOSED 28th April 2012 6:57am
WINNER
Page_Writer (Mad Girl)
Page_Writer (Mad Girl)
RUNNERS-UP:
firedaughter
and Cinny
The Fear Within
Anonymous
I visit this place again,
this featureless black expanse.
The place that reveals to me
only hints of it's nature.
At times, there have been
two prostrate steel monolithic
girders - I think - that caught a glimpse
of some foreign light, catching only
the alien corners of these colossal
darkened edifices.
Drilled, they appear, through an
unrecognisable wall,
and stretching perpetually
towards an endless horizon
of black, still.
Other times, in the gargantuan black,
I do not perceive visually,
but become aware of a
breathing titan,
not human, featureless.
An object that presents the
definition of fear.
Yet the polyphemic item
does not stir terror in me.
It merely exists, here,
in this endless chasm,
incomprehesible,
is it alive?
Larger than sound,
taller than the sky
and blacker than nothing.
Other times, shapeless forms
swim in this void.
But mostly there is emptiness,
a void of total darkness.
This place is visited by me,
secretly.
Struck back by the divine energy
of a lone climactic spasm
in an empty house.
Between consciousnesses,
the herculean blackness before a still coma.
In the smoke of a thousand exotic spirits,
filling my lungs and throat, the blackness lives.
this featureless black expanse.
The place that reveals to me
only hints of it's nature.
At times, there have been
two prostrate steel monolithic
girders - I think - that caught a glimpse
of some foreign light, catching only
the alien corners of these colossal
darkened edifices.
Drilled, they appear, through an
unrecognisable wall,
and stretching perpetually
towards an endless horizon
of black, still.
Other times, in the gargantuan black,
I do not perceive visually,
but become aware of a
breathing titan,
not human, featureless.
An object that presents the
definition of fear.
Yet the polyphemic item
does not stir terror in me.
It merely exists, here,
in this endless chasm,
incomprehesible,
is it alive?
Larger than sound,
taller than the sky
and blacker than nothing.
Other times, shapeless forms
swim in this void.
But mostly there is emptiness,
a void of total darkness.
This place is visited by me,
secretly.
Struck back by the divine energy
of a lone climactic spasm
in an empty house.
Between consciousnesses,
the herculean blackness before a still coma.
In the smoke of a thousand exotic spirits,
filling my lungs and throat, the blackness lives.
Fearing fear
I have this fear
deep within in me
fear of alone-ness
for eternity
I have this fear
of pulsing darkness
within the core
of my very soul.
I have this fear
of deep ravine
a crawling along my spine
of wish and want
unfulfilled
screaming to be allowed out.
I fear the fear
of irrationality
of tired minds
and fleeting insanity
the fear within.
I have this fear
deep within in me
fear of alone-ness
for eternity
I have this fear
of pulsing darkness
within the core
of my very soul.
I have this fear
of deep ravine
a crawling along my spine
of wish and want
unfulfilled
screaming to be allowed out.
I fear the fear
of irrationality
of tired minds
and fleeting insanity
the fear within.
Only Fear is Fear Itself.
"The only fear is fear itself."
That's what everyone has told me.
And I like to joke about a lot of my fears.
Clowns, spiders and lawn knomes don't really scare me.
But the dark.
The dark scares me.
Because when I am in the dark.
I feel the cold tendrils of fear close around my heart.
I feel the claws of the beast that hides under my bed.
I smell the blood oozing out of the walls.
Hear my heart pumping in my chest.
Tears slid down my cheeks.
As I watch Him, The Shadow.
He has followed me for months now.
Like most ghosts.
But it makes me wonder about this one.
He seems to have followed me my entire life.
Whisperiing to me in the shadows.
Tempting me to come to him.
Following me outside.
Not allowing people to hear me scream.
Closing in on me.
Hands shaking.
Eyes watering.
Heart racing.
"Don't hurt me."
My voice is a mere whisper.
Barely audible to even myself.
Let alone the monster standing in front of me.
He holds out his hand.
And grabs onto my heart.
A pain twists inside my chest.
He could rip it out with just one final pull.
He's going to kill me.
Kill me right here, right now.
And no one will know why.
Maybe they should have listened to me.
When I spoke of this being.
The darkness.
The monsters.
My paranoia.
I am not insane.
Okay, maybe I am but this things that stands in front of me...
He is real.
The door opens at that moment.
And light filters inside.
The Shadow disappears.
And I am left unharmed.
With the feel of his fingertips still grazing my heart.
I am shaking.
I am crying.
They say it was nightmare.
I was only dreaming.
No believes me.
My pain.
My fear.
It's all my imagination.
Because they may leave the light on now.
But they will leave me in the dark soon.
I can feel it.
No one understands.
No one else sees it.
Hears it.
Feels it.
Only me.
So here I am, alone.
Alone with my fear.
Alone rocking in the corner of the room.
The only fear is fear itself.
The only fear is fear itself.
The only fear is fear itself.
The only fear is fear itself.
The only fear is fear itself.
The only fear. . .
"The only fear is fear itself."
That's what everyone has told me.
And I like to joke about a lot of my fears.
Clowns, spiders and lawn knomes don't really scare me.
But the dark.
The dark scares me.
Because when I am in the dark.
I feel the cold tendrils of fear close around my heart.
I feel the claws of the beast that hides under my bed.
I smell the blood oozing out of the walls.
Hear my heart pumping in my chest.
Tears slid down my cheeks.
As I watch Him, The Shadow.
He has followed me for months now.
Like most ghosts.
But it makes me wonder about this one.
He seems to have followed me my entire life.
Whisperiing to me in the shadows.
Tempting me to come to him.
Following me outside.
Not allowing people to hear me scream.
Closing in on me.
Hands shaking.
Eyes watering.
Heart racing.
"Don't hurt me."
My voice is a mere whisper.
Barely audible to even myself.
Let alone the monster standing in front of me.
He holds out his hand.
And grabs onto my heart.
A pain twists inside my chest.
He could rip it out with just one final pull.
He's going to kill me.
Kill me right here, right now.
And no one will know why.
Maybe they should have listened to me.
When I spoke of this being.
The darkness.
The monsters.
My paranoia.
I am not insane.
Okay, maybe I am but this things that stands in front of me...
He is real.
The door opens at that moment.
And light filters inside.
The Shadow disappears.
And I am left unharmed.
With the feel of his fingertips still grazing my heart.
I am shaking.
I am crying.
They say it was nightmare.
I was only dreaming.
No believes me.
My pain.
My fear.
It's all my imagination.
Because they may leave the light on now.
But they will leave me in the dark soon.
I can feel it.
No one understands.
No one else sees it.
Hears it.
Feels it.
Only me.
So here I am, alone.
Alone with my fear.
Alone rocking in the corner of the room.
The only fear is fear itself.
The only fear is fear itself.
The only fear is fear itself.
The only fear is fear itself.
The only fear is fear itself.
The only fear. . .
Anonymous
In my mind and in my heart
my whole world tumbles down
feeling every single inch of me
spiraling out of control.
Theres nothing you can do or say
to stop this brutal fear
you have gone and left my life
left worthless in despair.
I hope you find true love again
one person that sees inside
One that puts you first of all
and not second rate like before
no man should ever come to this
so torn and beaten down
where he is forced to close his sole
because no one understands.
So to you I bid farewell my friend
Dont let them play you more
Sadness will creep up on me
when i know you took my soul
but do not stress i understand
it was time for you to go
so come on Ron go hide again
such fear of the unknown
and when those bastards
have all gone
and its the real you, I want to be
I will find the fear of life in me
and tear that fucker down!
my whole world tumbles down
feeling every single inch of me
spiraling out of control.
Theres nothing you can do or say
to stop this brutal fear
you have gone and left my life
left worthless in despair.
I hope you find true love again
one person that sees inside
One that puts you first of all
and not second rate like before
no man should ever come to this
so torn and beaten down
where he is forced to close his sole
because no one understands.
So to you I bid farewell my friend
Dont let them play you more
Sadness will creep up on me
when i know you took my soul
but do not stress i understand
it was time for you to go
so come on Ron go hide again
such fear of the unknown
and when those bastards
have all gone
and its the real you, I want to be
I will find the fear of life in me
and tear that fucker down!
Grace said:Fearing fear
I have this fear
deep within in me
fear of alone-ness
for eternity
I have this fear
of pulsing darkness
within the core
of my very soul.
I have this fear
of deep ravine
a crawling along my spine
of wish and want
unfulfilled
screaming to be allowed out.
I fear the fear
of irrationality
of tired minds
and fleeting insanity
the fear within.
this is amazing...bang on the target that i asked for. you even used the title i gave in the poem XD amazing write, well done
I have this fear
deep within in me
fear of alone-ness
for eternity
I have this fear
of pulsing darkness
within the core
of my very soul.
I have this fear
of deep ravine
a crawling along my spine
of wish and want
unfulfilled
screaming to be allowed out.
I fear the fear
of irrationality
of tired minds
and fleeting insanity
the fear within.
this is amazing...bang on the target that i asked for. you even used the title i gave in the poem XD amazing write, well done
Page_Writer said:Only Fear is Fear Itself.
"The only fear is fear itself."
That's what everyone has told me.
And I like to joke about a lot of my fears.
Clowns, spiders and lawn knomes don't really scare me.
But the dark.
The dark scares me.
Because when I am in the dark.
I feel the cold tendrils of fear close around my heart.
I feel the claws of the beast that hides under my bed.
I smell the blood oozing out of the walls.
Hear my heart pumping in my chest.
Tears slid down my cheeks.
As I watch Him, The Shadow.
He has followed me for months now.
Like most ghosts.
But it makes me wonder about this one.
He seems to have followed me my entire life.
Whisperiing to me in the shadows.
Tempting me to come to him.
Following me outside.
Not allowing people to hear me scream.
Closing in on me.
Hands shaking.
Eyes watering.
Heart racing.
"Don't hurt me."
My voice is a mere whisper.
Barely audible to even myself.
Let alone the monster standing in front of me.
He holds out his hand.
And grabs onto my heart.
A pain twists inside my chest.
He could rip it out with just one final pull.
He's going to kill me.
Kill me right here, right now.
And no one will know why.
Maybe they should have listened to me.
When I spoke of this being.
The darkness.
The monsters.
My paranoia.
I am not insane.
Okay, maybe I am but this things that stands in front of me...
He is real.
The door opens at that moment.
And light filters inside.
The Shadow disappears.
And I am left unharmed.
With the feel of his fingertips still grazing my heart.
I am shaking.
I am crying.
They say it was nightmare.
I was only dreaming.
No believes me.
My pain.
My fear.
It's all my imagination.
Because they may leave the light on now.
But they will leave me in the dark soon.
I can feel it.
No one understands.
No one else sees it.
Hears it.
Feels it.
Only me.
So here I am, alone.
Alone with my fear.
Alone rocking in the corner of the room.
The only fear is fear itself.
The only fear is fear itself.
The only fear is fear itself.
The only fear is fear itself.
The only fear is fear itself.
The only fear. . .
i love the tenderness of this poem...its like you have opened up that dark part of your heart and this is what spilled forth...beautiful write
"The only fear is fear itself."
That's what everyone has told me.
And I like to joke about a lot of my fears.
Clowns, spiders and lawn knomes don't really scare me.
But the dark.
The dark scares me.
Because when I am in the dark.
I feel the cold tendrils of fear close around my heart.
I feel the claws of the beast that hides under my bed.
I smell the blood oozing out of the walls.
Hear my heart pumping in my chest.
Tears slid down my cheeks.
As I watch Him, The Shadow.
He has followed me for months now.
Like most ghosts.
But it makes me wonder about this one.
He seems to have followed me my entire life.
Whisperiing to me in the shadows.
Tempting me to come to him.
Following me outside.
Not allowing people to hear me scream.
Closing in on me.
Hands shaking.
Eyes watering.
Heart racing.
"Don't hurt me."
My voice is a mere whisper.
Barely audible to even myself.
Let alone the monster standing in front of me.
He holds out his hand.
And grabs onto my heart.
A pain twists inside my chest.
He could rip it out with just one final pull.
He's going to kill me.
Kill me right here, right now.
And no one will know why.
Maybe they should have listened to me.
When I spoke of this being.
The darkness.
The monsters.
My paranoia.
I am not insane.
Okay, maybe I am but this things that stands in front of me...
He is real.
The door opens at that moment.
And light filters inside.
The Shadow disappears.
And I am left unharmed.
With the feel of his fingertips still grazing my heart.
I am shaking.
I am crying.
They say it was nightmare.
I was only dreaming.
No believes me.
My pain.
My fear.
It's all my imagination.
Because they may leave the light on now.
But they will leave me in the dark soon.
I can feel it.
No one understands.
No one else sees it.
Hears it.
Feels it.
Only me.
So here I am, alone.
Alone with my fear.
Alone rocking in the corner of the room.
The only fear is fear itself.
The only fear is fear itself.
The only fear is fear itself.
The only fear is fear itself.
The only fear is fear itself.
The only fear. . .
i love the tenderness of this poem...its like you have opened up that dark part of your heart and this is what spilled forth...beautiful write
Ronnie said:In my mind and in my heart
my whole world tumbles down
feeling every single inch of me
spiraling out of control.
Theres nothing you can do or say
to stop this brutal fear
you have gone and left my life
left worthless in despair.
I hope you find true love again
one person that sees inside
One that puts you first of all
and not second rate like before
no man should ever come to this
so torn and beaten down
where he is forced to close his sole
because no one understands.
So to you I bid farewell my friend
Dont let them play you more
Sadness will creep up on me
when i know you took my soul
but do not stress i understand
it was time for you to go
so come on Ron go hide again
such fear of the unknown
and when those bastards
have all gone
and its the real you, I want to be
I will find the fear of life in me
and tear that fucker down!
the fear of loss is a terrible monster indeed...well done
my whole world tumbles down
feeling every single inch of me
spiraling out of control.
Theres nothing you can do or say
to stop this brutal fear
you have gone and left my life
left worthless in despair.
I hope you find true love again
one person that sees inside
One that puts you first of all
and not second rate like before
no man should ever come to this
so torn and beaten down
where he is forced to close his sole
because no one understands.
So to you I bid farewell my friend
Dont let them play you more
Sadness will creep up on me
when i know you took my soul
but do not stress i understand
it was time for you to go
so come on Ron go hide again
such fear of the unknown
and when those bastards
have all gone
and its the real you, I want to be
I will find the fear of life in me
and tear that fucker down!
the fear of loss is a terrible monster indeed...well done
Stowed away
And glazed in sniggers
I come to pay my debt
With triggers
Surfacing to reignite
Self hatred made from numbstruck blight
For moments vague
An anklebiter being chased
Memory faded but never quite went away
And here she is still this day
Running from her curse
Faced with it in bursts
But never ever
Will she let it; weaken her spirit
skinnyjean said:
Stowed away
And glazed in sniggers
I come to pay my debt
With triggers
Surfacing to reignite
Self hatred made from numbstruck blight
For moments vague
An anklebiter being chased
Memory faded but never quite went away
And here she is still this day
Running from her curse
Faced with it in bursts
But never ever
Will she let it; weaken her spirit
i love this lyrical genious! i always admire those who can say so much in such few words. amazing write
Stowed away
And glazed in sniggers
I come to pay my debt
With triggers
Surfacing to reignite
Self hatred made from numbstruck blight
For moments vague
An anklebiter being chased
Memory faded but never quite went away
And here she is still this day
Running from her curse
Faced with it in bursts
But never ever
Will she let it; weaken her spirit
i love this lyrical genious! i always admire those who can say so much in such few words. amazing write
Anonymous
Thanks for your reply
Anonymous
ThorneTheRed said:[quote-72186-skinnyjean]
Stowed away
And glazed in sniggers
I come to pay my debt
With triggers
Surfacing to reignite
Self hatred made from numbstruck blight
For moments vague
An anklebiter being chased
Memory faded but never quite went away
And here she is still this day
Running from her curse
Faced with it in bursts
But never ever
Will she let it; weaken her spirit
i love this lyrical genious! i always admire those who can say so much in such few words. amazing write[/quote]
Wow, I am so impressed with this write and the insight in it-I am just withdrawing what I intended to enter-as I see-the light of a better write-blessed it be-an amazing way with wording, I may only ever hope to aspire to.-oh, you rocked it chick!!!
Stowed away
And glazed in sniggers
I come to pay my debt
With triggers
Surfacing to reignite
Self hatred made from numbstruck blight
For moments vague
An anklebiter being chased
Memory faded but never quite went away
And here she is still this day
Running from her curse
Faced with it in bursts
But never ever
Will she let it; weaken her spirit
i love this lyrical genious! i always admire those who can say so much in such few words. amazing write[/quote]
Wow, I am so impressed with this write and the insight in it-I am just withdrawing what I intended to enter-as I see-the light of a better write-blessed it be-an amazing way with wording, I may only ever hope to aspire to.-oh, you rocked it chick!!!
