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
Scarecrow
My feet slap the earth,
in time with the sirens.
Pumping as fast as I can,
still knowing you'll find me.
You're breathing down my neck,
making this a twisted game.
Everytime I spin around,
you're vanished in the rain.
This desert is flooded,
the rain forest run dry.
I can't hide anymore,
only lay down and cry.
My feet slap the earth,
in time with the sirens.
Pumping as fast as I can,
still knowing you'll find me.
You're breathing down my neck,
making this a twisted game.
Everytime I spin around,
you're vanished in the rain.
This desert is flooded,
the rain forest run dry.
I can't hide anymore,
only lay down and cry.
mikimoondancer said:[quote-72188-ThorneTheRed][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!!![/quote]
Thank you all :)
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!!![/quote]
Thank you all :)
Don't Turn Off the Lights
Above my head floats a woman,
Her hair is long and flows-
As a tangled mop of curls.
She twirls above me,
Playing with those fingers-
Oh those long twisted twigs!
Grinning as the Cheshire-
Only I'm no Alice.
A sick old smile,
Splitting her face in half-
And those eyes-
Oh the eyes!
Red holes that wont stop staring.
Wont stop mocking,
Taunting.
Above my head she flows.
In the corner she stays.
In the dark-
She comes to play.
Twisted twigs, cloaked in black,
Long hair that flows,
A splitting smile,
Red staring eyes.
In the dark plays my demon,
Insane I must be,
For only I can see-
This creature above my head.
Sneaking in my corners,
Peaking through the doors-
Good Night.
Just don't turn off my lights.
Above my head floats a woman,
Her hair is long and flows-
As a tangled mop of curls.
She twirls above me,
Playing with those fingers-
Oh those long twisted twigs!
Grinning as the Cheshire-
Only I'm no Alice.
A sick old smile,
Splitting her face in half-
And those eyes-
Oh the eyes!
Red holes that wont stop staring.
Wont stop mocking,
Taunting.
Above my head she flows.
In the corner she stays.
In the dark-
She comes to play.
Twisted twigs, cloaked in black,
Long hair that flows,
A splitting smile,
Red staring eyes.
In the dark plays my demon,
Insane I must be,
For only I can see-
This creature above my head.
Sneaking in my corners,
Peaking through the doors-
Good Night.
Just don't turn off my lights.
Going Far Beyond
You want to see,
What I have known,
Deep into eternity.
That endless vast,
Of time and space-
Falling far away from grace.
There is no world,
Nor is there love-
No hope, no faith, nor hate;
Nothing up above,
And I'm possibly stuck below.
Want to know?
That beyond this world-
Exists nothing that we know.
Beyond, Beyond-
The terrible, great beyond.
You want to see,
What I have known,
Deep into eternity.
That endless vast,
Of time and space-
Falling far away from grace.
There is no world,
Nor is there love-
No hope, no faith, nor hate;
Nothing up above,
And I'm possibly stuck below.
Want to know?
That beyond this world-
Exists nothing that we know.
Beyond, Beyond-
The terrible, great beyond.
You are my fear.
The gender not female.
All those words you whisper,
that I wish I couldn't hear.
Those rough hands,
Glazing over my body.
Why is it me you want?
I just don't understand.
The man next to me,
And the one a thousands miles away,
How brutal you are,
and how strong your fists can be.
I still have some scars you know,
And I cry on occasion out of fear.
The nightmares never give me relief
This is all pain I just don't show.
Tied and bound to a bed,
With a belt around my neck,
and his hands spreading my legs,
the memory makes me wish I were dead.
You, men who have hurt me so much,
Who made me bleed and drew blood,
And left so many painful memories.
If you were all to die, I wouldn't give a fuck.
You are what I find scary,
And your touch draws bowel
to my throat,
Not that you care.
And all I wanted was a nice and warm night,
In the arms of that man
who hurt me so.
But that's just my reality, isn't that right?
The gender not female.
All those words you whisper,
that I wish I couldn't hear.
Those rough hands,
Glazing over my body.
Why is it me you want?
I just don't understand.
The man next to me,
And the one a thousands miles away,
How brutal you are,
and how strong your fists can be.
I still have some scars you know,
And I cry on occasion out of fear.
The nightmares never give me relief
This is all pain I just don't show.
Tied and bound to a bed,
With a belt around my neck,
and his hands spreading my legs,
the memory makes me wish I were dead.
You, men who have hurt me so much,
Who made me bleed and drew blood,
And left so many painful memories.
If you were all to die, I wouldn't give a fuck.
You are what I find scary,
And your touch draws bowel
to my throat,
Not that you care.
And all I wanted was a nice and warm night,
In the arms of that man
who hurt me so.
But that's just my reality, isn't that right?
Harlequin Game
We are the masterminds
behind this deadly game.
Just watch how quickly
we gain our fame.
When we step out of the shadows
and reveal ourselves to you
We'll always keep you wondering
about the next thing that we do.
We are the harlequins
the whispers that you hear.
and for this next act
we'll need a volunteer.
Step underneath the blanket
we'll watch you disappear.
no one will hear your cries
the'll never see those tears.
The audience applaud us
too awed to understand
So we take our next victim
and lead her to the stand.
she hears the laughter
echoe down the halls.
she sees the eerie shadows
dance across the funhouse walls.
she hears the evil voices
whisper from her past.
she knows shes out of time
when she sees behind my mask.
You are the puppets
applaud our murderous fame.
We are the Harlequins
and this is our game
I really do NOT like clowns...they scare the pee outta me..and a harlequin is a masked clown..
We are the masterminds
behind this deadly game.
Just watch how quickly
we gain our fame.
When we step out of the shadows
and reveal ourselves to you
We'll always keep you wondering
about the next thing that we do.
We are the harlequins
the whispers that you hear.
and for this next act
we'll need a volunteer.
Step underneath the blanket
we'll watch you disappear.
no one will hear your cries
the'll never see those tears.
The audience applaud us
too awed to understand
So we take our next victim
and lead her to the stand.
she hears the laughter
echoe down the halls.
she sees the eerie shadows
dance across the funhouse walls.
she hears the evil voices
whisper from her past.
she knows shes out of time
when she sees behind my mask.
You are the puppets
applaud our murderous fame.
We are the Harlequins
and this is our game
I really do NOT like clowns...they scare the pee outta me..and a harlequin is a masked clown..
Anonymous
After thousands of years
We are still strangers to darkness
Any sound in the night…startles
Suggesting lurking beings
That will harm us
The gliding shadows of nightmares
Haunt us…and alerts
Our primitive brain
To fear and panic
Undreaming You
You scared?
No...
Liar
I know...
But dreams can't last forever
As I thought once upon a time
When your heart held mine
Tears fell only to be wiped away
By your hand
Now gone
As I, breath in the lonely darkness
Of the room that was
At one point ours
But now mine alone
And you
Of course have gone
As only dreams do
Leaving me
Eye to eye
With my fear
Of life
Without you
You scared?
No...
Liar
I know...
But dreams can't last forever
As I thought once upon a time
When your heart held mine
Tears fell only to be wiped away
By your hand
Now gone
As I, breath in the lonely darkness
Of the room that was
At one point ours
But now mine alone
And you
Of course have gone
As only dreams do
Leaving me
Eye to eye
With my fear
Of life
Without you
Anonymous
Thankyou Thorne! The fear of losing oneself is the greatest fear of all.
Serial Killers
This fear of mine has developed throughout
time, progressively consuming me, locked
within my mind,,,
Serial killers you see, have a propensity
to haunt what should be fond lifetime memories,,,
A peaceful walk alone in the park, perhaps
to find a suitor will never be, for all I
see are visions of the chivalrous Ted Bundy,,,
A relaxing hot bath in my epoch will forever
be nigh, thanks to my knowledge of Countess
Elizabeth Bathory and John George Haigh,,,
The form of baths they take and offer ought
to make anyone’s stomach churn and knees falter,,,
That inscrutable cannibal and necrophilia
beast Jeffrey Dahmer well, I’m sure he has
copy cat followers,,,
Jane Toppan, has a tendency to bring about
a menagerie of revolting thoughts, an otherwise
uncomplicated hospital stay could indeed
be fatal, with a demented, perverse nurse
such as she, so willing thus able,,,
Oh yes, let’s not forget Rosemary and Fred West,
who would’ve guessed the two operated such a
“hospitality” house of horrors to their
unsuspecting guests,,,
Serial killers you see have done more to
me than anyone can ever conceive,,,
An effortless date with a handsome man has
always been the plan, but these fears of
mine just won’t let it be, eternally plotting
my defense and escape positively no time to
enjoy what‘s on my plate,,,
A party with a clown always brings a frown,
with never-ending images of John Wayne Gacy’s
victims distributed in the ground,,,
I’m in essence one of their multitude of victims,
For my mind is ravaged by their heinous and
inconceivable crimes,,,
The only difference I’m alive,,,
Everyone is suspect in my eyes,,,
This fear of mine has developed throughout
time, progressively consuming me, locked
within my mind,,,
Serial killers you see, have a propensity
to haunt what should be fond lifetime memories,,,
A peaceful walk alone in the park, perhaps
to find a suitor will never be, for all I
see are visions of the chivalrous Ted Bundy,,,
A relaxing hot bath in my epoch will forever
be nigh, thanks to my knowledge of Countess
Elizabeth Bathory and John George Haigh,,,
The form of baths they take and offer ought
to make anyone’s stomach churn and knees falter,,,
That inscrutable cannibal and necrophilia
beast Jeffrey Dahmer well, I’m sure he has
copy cat followers,,,
Jane Toppan, has a tendency to bring about
a menagerie of revolting thoughts, an otherwise
uncomplicated hospital stay could indeed
be fatal, with a demented, perverse nurse
such as she, so willing thus able,,,
Oh yes, let’s not forget Rosemary and Fred West,
who would’ve guessed the two operated such a
“hospitality” house of horrors to their
unsuspecting guests,,,
Serial killers you see have done more to
me than anyone can ever conceive,,,
An effortless date with a handsome man has
always been the plan, but these fears of
mine just won’t let it be, eternally plotting
my defense and escape positively no time to
enjoy what‘s on my plate,,,
A party with a clown always brings a frown,
with never-ending images of John Wayne Gacy’s
victims distributed in the ground,,,
I’m in essence one of their multitude of victims,
For my mind is ravaged by their heinous and
inconceivable crimes,,,
The only difference I’m alive,,,
Everyone is suspect in my eyes,,,
Anonymous
My greatest fear is loss of self
It's happened a few times, yet
Always a stronger side brings
me back to reconcile
My core is fleeing and
It's a Coltrane train
so we know where that goes...
But the carnival is in town
there's lights and candy floss
and music and
I can forget us...
Move into the darkened crowd
of the hopeful
Into the lights and the
music most soulful
In rainbows and neon
I could get high on this
smoked blues...
I think that I should
that I could
If I would
So I will
I bet I could get filled with delight
forget everything lost inside
a heart just running
yet, out of time
still climbing I
could ascend into the sky
A modern day Shakespearean
Classic nightmare
Because in that air -up there
Imagine the freedom in clouds
and clowns and screaming children all around
I could look down..
and jump
It's happened a few times, yet
Always a stronger side brings
me back to reconcile
My core is fleeing and
It's a Coltrane train
so we know where that goes...
But the carnival is in town
there's lights and candy floss
and music and
I can forget us...
Move into the darkened crowd
of the hopeful
Into the lights and the
music most soulful
In rainbows and neon
I could get high on this
smoked blues...
I think that I should
that I could
If I would
So I will
I bet I could get filled with delight
forget everything lost inside
a heart just running
yet, out of time
still climbing I
could ascend into the sky
A modern day Shakespearean
Classic nightmare
Because in that air -up there
Imagine the freedom in clouds
and clowns and screaming children all around
I could look down..
and jump
Rainstorms
The thunder is booming the darkness starts too falls
I run outside in the wetness as the music calls
The rainstorm is coming strong but slow
My coat and boots are leaking
The wetness is getting inside
Under the leather stitches
The wind is roaring
I bid farewell
To the setting sun,
As it crosses the lands as I run
My heart is at last breaking up but free
Oh baby can’t you try to see what your doing to me
Unlock the door I feel alive and so happy!
The rainstorm is here in a writhing sky,
I don’t care if out there I slowly die!
I laugh and I scream for love
So I feel wild and free
Who cares what the world thinks!
Of me,
I’m just a rain drop
Escaping from a storm cloud
Swimming in a river
Going out to sea
A Single rain drop
Looking for freedom.
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By
The Warrior Poet
Eamon John Healy
January
2009
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The thunder is booming the darkness starts too falls
I run outside in the wetness as the music calls
The rainstorm is coming strong but slow
My coat and boots are leaking
The wetness is getting inside
Under the leather stitches
The wind is roaring
I bid farewell
To the setting sun,
As it crosses the lands as I run
My heart is at last breaking up but free
Oh baby can’t you try to see what your doing to me
Unlock the door I feel alive and so happy!
The rainstorm is here in a writhing sky,
I don’t care if out there I slowly die!
I laugh and I scream for love
So I feel wild and free
Who cares what the world thinks!
Of me,
I’m just a rain drop
Escaping from a storm cloud
Swimming in a river
Going out to sea
A Single rain drop
Looking for freedom.
~~~<>~~~
By
The Warrior Poet
Eamon John Healy
January
2009
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