Poetry competition CLOSED 14th April 2012 6:16pm
WINNER
cjmshadow (Poetic Joker)
cjmshadow (Poetic Joker)
anger
Anger to me
Is every day life..
It begins with tears..
And ends with a knife..
A drop of blood
To cast some shade..
Just a little will do
for this blade..
The tears bring me anger..
Until I can take no more..
Then they begin
To fall and pour..
When I think of anger..
All I can see
Are rivers of blood..
All because of me...
Is every day life..
It begins with tears..
And ends with a knife..
A drop of blood
To cast some shade..
Just a little will do
for this blade..
The tears bring me anger..
Until I can take no more..
Then they begin
To fall and pour..
When I think of anger..
All I can see
Are rivers of blood..
All because of me...
The Beast Within
There's a terrifying feeling deep inside me
It causes my eyesight to blur, until the point that I cannot see.
It feels like I'm being trapped in an evershrinking cage
I can feel my whole body begin to tremble from this sudden powerful rage.
I need some kind of escape, I can't take this emotion swirling inside my head
I suddenly want to hit someone, something, anything, until that thing is dead.
My room is spinning, I think I'm going to go insane
There's an overwhelming desire, a craving, a need to inflict great pain.
A beast appears next to me, maniacal grin, a gleaming knife held high
With hate dripping from every word, he screams at me that it's time for me to die.
Again and again he cuts, causing me more and more harm
Until all I can feel is the burning pain, and the warm blood dripping down my arm.
Under all my rage I feel a little scared to say the least
Because even I can't seem to be able to control this blood thirsty beast.
I try and escape, but I can't get away, I can't reach my door
The beast just laughs, and holds me tighter, cutting me more and more.
I close my eyes, thinking my life is over, when the beast finally stops
I feel no rage now, only relief, when my arm suddenly drops.
I open my eyes, see all the blood, which looks like spilt red wine
Suddenly I notice that the hand that is holding the bloody knife is mine.
I look around the whole room, denying it, thinking that it couldn't be
But there's no one else, and I realize that the ugly beast was the dark side of me.
I was the one who cut my arm, I was the beast who was filled with nothing but hate
The maniacal grin returns as I realize that this is me, and it will always be my fate.
There's a terrifying feeling deep inside me
It causes my eyesight to blur, until the point that I cannot see.
It feels like I'm being trapped in an evershrinking cage
I can feel my whole body begin to tremble from this sudden powerful rage.
I need some kind of escape, I can't take this emotion swirling inside my head
I suddenly want to hit someone, something, anything, until that thing is dead.
My room is spinning, I think I'm going to go insane
There's an overwhelming desire, a craving, a need to inflict great pain.
A beast appears next to me, maniacal grin, a gleaming knife held high
With hate dripping from every word, he screams at me that it's time for me to die.
Again and again he cuts, causing me more and more harm
Until all I can feel is the burning pain, and the warm blood dripping down my arm.
Under all my rage I feel a little scared to say the least
Because even I can't seem to be able to control this blood thirsty beast.
I try and escape, but I can't get away, I can't reach my door
The beast just laughs, and holds me tighter, cutting me more and more.
I close my eyes, thinking my life is over, when the beast finally stops
I feel no rage now, only relief, when my arm suddenly drops.
I open my eyes, see all the blood, which looks like spilt red wine
Suddenly I notice that the hand that is holding the bloody knife is mine.
I look around the whole room, denying it, thinking that it couldn't be
But there's no one else, and I realize that the ugly beast was the dark side of me.
I was the one who cut my arm, I was the beast who was filled with nothing but hate
The maniacal grin returns as I realize that this is me, and it will always be my fate.
cjmshadow said:The Beast Within
There's a terrifying feeling deep inside me
It causes my eyesight to blur, until the point that I cannot see.
It feels like I'm being trapped in an evershrinking cage
I can feel my whole body begin to tremble from this sudden powerful rage.
I need some kind of escape, I can't take this emotion swirling inside my head
I suddenly want to hit someone, something, anything, until that thing is dead.
My room is spinning, I think I'm going to go insane
There's an overwhelming desire, a craving, a need to inflict great pain.
A beast appears next to me, maniacal grin, a gleaming knife held high
With hate dripping from every word, he screams at me that it's time for me to die.
Again and again he cuts, causing me more and more harm
Until all I can feel is the burning pain, and the warm blood dripping down my arm.
Under all my rage I feel a little scared to say the least
Because even I can't seem to be able to control this blood thirsty beast.
I try and escape, but I can't get away, I can't reach my door
The beast just laughs, and holds me tighter, cutting me more and more.
I close my eyes, thinking my life is over, when the beast finally stops
I feel no rage now, only relief, when my arm suddenly drops.
I open my eyes, see all the blood, which looks like spilt red wine
Suddenly I notice that the hand that is holding the bloody knife is mine.
I look around the whole room, denying it, thinking that it couldn't be
But there's no one else, and I realize that the ugly beast was the dark side of me.
I was the one who cut my arm, I was the beast who was filled with nothing but hate
The maniacal grin returns as I realize that this is me, and it will always be my fate.
I must say..you blew mine outta the water! >.<..
This is beautiful..<3
There's a terrifying feeling deep inside me
It causes my eyesight to blur, until the point that I cannot see.
It feels like I'm being trapped in an evershrinking cage
I can feel my whole body begin to tremble from this sudden powerful rage.
I need some kind of escape, I can't take this emotion swirling inside my head
I suddenly want to hit someone, something, anything, until that thing is dead.
My room is spinning, I think I'm going to go insane
There's an overwhelming desire, a craving, a need to inflict great pain.
A beast appears next to me, maniacal grin, a gleaming knife held high
With hate dripping from every word, he screams at me that it's time for me to die.
Again and again he cuts, causing me more and more harm
Until all I can feel is the burning pain, and the warm blood dripping down my arm.
Under all my rage I feel a little scared to say the least
Because even I can't seem to be able to control this blood thirsty beast.
I try and escape, but I can't get away, I can't reach my door
The beast just laughs, and holds me tighter, cutting me more and more.
I close my eyes, thinking my life is over, when the beast finally stops
I feel no rage now, only relief, when my arm suddenly drops.
I open my eyes, see all the blood, which looks like spilt red wine
Suddenly I notice that the hand that is holding the bloody knife is mine.
I look around the whole room, denying it, thinking that it couldn't be
But there's no one else, and I realize that the ugly beast was the dark side of me.
I was the one who cut my arm, I was the beast who was filled with nothing but hate
The maniacal grin returns as I realize that this is me, and it will always be my fate.
I must say..you blew mine outta the water! >.<..
This is beautiful..<3
Fuckfist
Oh Dear God!
Will you stop fucking talking already?!!
The vile, ignorant, and hateful shit
that is spilling from your rotten maw
is exactly the poison cloud of audible puss
That I would cherish the chance
to wipe from this earth
My Buddhist roots are holding me back
Om Mani Padme Hum
But you just keep on
vomiting all over my inner peace
and shitting on my temperance
I've tried to practice a whole hearted love
Acceptance of all walks
But, right now
you're walking into a minefield
trying to step all over
some of the people I love most
Yep!
That was it!
I've just sprung a raging hard-on
That last comment will be your epitaph
I've reached my boiling point
and I'm about to fuck your face with my fist
Oh Dear God!
Will you stop fucking talking already?!!
The vile, ignorant, and hateful shit
that is spilling from your rotten maw
is exactly the poison cloud of audible puss
That I would cherish the chance
to wipe from this earth
My Buddhist roots are holding me back
Om Mani Padme Hum
But you just keep on
vomiting all over my inner peace
and shitting on my temperance
I've tried to practice a whole hearted love
Acceptance of all walks
But, right now
you're walking into a minefield
trying to step all over
some of the people I love most
Yep!
That was it!
I've just sprung a raging hard-on
That last comment will be your epitaph
I've reached my boiling point
and I'm about to fuck your face with my fist
The Perfect Murder
The world is hungry and it's eating me alive
More More More
Buy Buy Buy
Statistically, the watchers are the casualties
Paperdolls cut out to be consumers
Hand in hand consuming each other
The brainwash in a box just tells us to lather, rinse, repeat
This Friday Friday Friday
Work until you're dead or you'll never get fed
Would the information go deeper with a bullet in their heads?
In TV land and on the Web where the most needy seem to be the ones who have,
Where they set the standard and all you have to do is reach the bar
Where their hands are always out, open-palmed and empty, tearing at your clothes so you will have to
Buy Buy Buy
More More More
Your stupid little smile lets you laugh the days away
Laugh so you forget
Laugh out loud but they'll never let you go
A prison built behind your eyes, electrified
A choke collar tethered to your empty and unsatisfied desires
A siren's song of moving pictures takes you far far away from the home you never recognized
The pressures of life disappear in the explosions and sordid sex appeal
All the drama and the comedy you could ever want to feel is still never enough
It's such a burden having free will that I don't want it anymore
I'd gladly give it up for another bullet to the head
Guidance is the only thing I ever asked for
But if it could only wait until the commercial break that would be perfect
Jaded by repetition and sales-pitch saturation
Build a life around the onslaught of sensationalized sensation
Tonight my favorite character saves the world!
The control to stop it all is just out of reach
But the never ending stimuli drowns out the want to see life where there is silence
If the noise were to disappear I might remember what I watch so hard to forget
Impossible expectations
Like a meteor wanting to make a postive and helpful impact
Maybe once I go to college I'll be up a link on the food chain, working to get fed
And I'll have someone else to boss around, with a bullet in their head
The world is hungry and it's eating me alive
More More More
Buy Buy Buy
Statistically, the watchers are the casualties
Paperdolls cut out to be consumers
Hand in hand consuming each other
The brainwash in a box just tells us to lather, rinse, repeat
This Friday Friday Friday
Work until you're dead or you'll never get fed
Would the information go deeper with a bullet in their heads?
In TV land and on the Web where the most needy seem to be the ones who have,
Where they set the standard and all you have to do is reach the bar
Where their hands are always out, open-palmed and empty, tearing at your clothes so you will have to
Buy Buy Buy
More More More
Your stupid little smile lets you laugh the days away
Laugh so you forget
Laugh out loud but they'll never let you go
A prison built behind your eyes, electrified
A choke collar tethered to your empty and unsatisfied desires
A siren's song of moving pictures takes you far far away from the home you never recognized
The pressures of life disappear in the explosions and sordid sex appeal
All the drama and the comedy you could ever want to feel is still never enough
It's such a burden having free will that I don't want it anymore
I'd gladly give it up for another bullet to the head
Guidance is the only thing I ever asked for
But if it could only wait until the commercial break that would be perfect
Jaded by repetition and sales-pitch saturation
Build a life around the onslaught of sensationalized sensation
Tonight my favorite character saves the world!
The control to stop it all is just out of reach
But the never ending stimuli drowns out the want to see life where there is silence
If the noise were to disappear I might remember what I watch so hard to forget
Impossible expectations
Like a meteor wanting to make a postive and helpful impact
Maybe once I go to college I'll be up a link on the food chain, working to get fed
And I'll have someone else to boss around, with a bullet in their head
ha! ha! ha!
I saw you today out walking in the city
your eyes have grown dim,your legs weak
quickly my hate turned to grateful pity
i'm glad for your nurse you cant speak.
thought you needed a heart to have it attacked
though I'm not complaining
for seeing you has bought memories back
you near drove me insane
so no tears will fall from my eyes
when they place you in the ground
in fact I'll be down the boozer
buying every one a round.
so here's to you,I'm glad you'r dying
I hope you're feeling the pain
know that your strife i am enjoying
you wont fuck with me again.
I saw you today out walking in the city
your eyes have grown dim,your legs weak
quickly my hate turned to grateful pity
i'm glad for your nurse you cant speak.
thought you needed a heart to have it attacked
though I'm not complaining
for seeing you has bought memories back
you near drove me insane
so no tears will fall from my eyes
when they place you in the ground
in fact I'll be down the boozer
buying every one a round.
so here's to you,I'm glad you'r dying
I hope you're feeling the pain
know that your strife i am enjoying
you wont fuck with me again.
Little Boys
They sit , then they swagger
talking shit , pile of wankers ,
mouthing off , in the distance
blood you'll cough , little fucksticks .
Acting big , dickhead thespians
but you frig , each ones assholes ,
like a twig , I'd break your backbones ,
do you dig , pricking buttholes ,
your heads I'll rip , from your torso's .
Hooded tops
and crap shellsuits
open gobs ,
brain cells absent
you I'd drop , in an instant
total knobs
of redundant .
Bring it on , fucked up scum ,
I'll beat you gone , double drum ,
I'll bounce you hard , that for a month
around you'll hum , you coward cunts .
Picking on kids , walking past
do you want some of this , I'll make you piss
your tracksuit pants ,
when I get near , all fear , it then comes out ,
you turn to tears , sniffing the beer
off the bar towels .
Imbeciles , infantiles
pick on me , or someone your own size ,
you act so big , new toys by your side
but when the fan hits the shit ,
you're little boys by mothers side .
They sit , then they swagger
talking shit , pile of wankers ,
mouthing off , in the distance
blood you'll cough , little fucksticks .
Acting big , dickhead thespians
but you frig , each ones assholes ,
like a twig , I'd break your backbones ,
do you dig , pricking buttholes ,
your heads I'll rip , from your torso's .
Hooded tops
and crap shellsuits
open gobs ,
brain cells absent
you I'd drop , in an instant
total knobs
of redundant .
Bring it on , fucked up scum ,
I'll beat you gone , double drum ,
I'll bounce you hard , that for a month
around you'll hum , you coward cunts .
Picking on kids , walking past
do you want some of this , I'll make you piss
your tracksuit pants ,
when I get near , all fear , it then comes out ,
you turn to tears , sniffing the beer
off the bar towels .
Imbeciles , infantiles
pick on me , or someone your own size ,
you act so big , new toys by your side
but when the fan hits the shit ,
you're little boys by mothers side .
A slap to the face,
A knife to the spine,
A kiss on her cheek,
A kiss that was mine.
Boiling my blood,
my head spins like a top.
If I owned a gun,
I swear you'd be shot.
Simple rhymes spewing through
the gap in my teeth.
I'm fighting a war with myself,
I fall to my knees.
A knife to the spine,
A kiss on her cheek,
A kiss that was mine.
Boiling my blood,
my head spins like a top.
If I owned a gun,
I swear you'd be shot.
Simple rhymes spewing through
the gap in my teeth.
I'm fighting a war with myself,
I fall to my knees.
Anonymous
MY GRAND INQUISITION - PART 1
Payback for what was done
To my ancestors in Spain
The notorious Alhambra Decree
Was Spain's everlasting shame
This is my auto-da-fe
I will be cruel to those I choose
Even Pope Sixtus IV
Condemned the excesses
For true and faithful Christians
Died with the Marranos and the Moors
St. Theresa of Avila
St. John of the Cross
Opposed such torture and cruelty
Since the choice of people were random
They were not always Conversos or Jews
Some were most holy Catholics
Some were unjustly accused
Therefore I need a scapegoat
A sacrificial lamb
I think it will be you
You know who I am....
Payback for what was done
To my ancestors in Spain
The notorious Alhambra Decree
Was Spain's everlasting shame
This is my auto-da-fe
I will be cruel to those I choose
Even Pope Sixtus IV
Condemned the excesses
For true and faithful Christians
Died with the Marranos and the Moors
St. Theresa of Avila
St. John of the Cross
Opposed such torture and cruelty
Since the choice of people were random
They were not always Conversos or Jews
Some were most holy Catholics
Some were unjustly accused
Therefore I need a scapegoat
A sacrificial lamb
I think it will be you
You know who I am....
Lostchild said:please no sexualy explicit content
violent poems are exceptable but no mentions of rape or sex or anything like that
::For a Lost Child::
http://irfanintekhab.com/en/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/40.jpg
This is being recorded.
So what would you have me say?
What would you have me do...Kiss the ring? Your cheek?
Would you have me take another peek?
Freak. Don't answer that. Because this here is the fact
I can’t get with that...But you need to get with this
Together we will never enjoin Bliss.
There'll be NO trying; I'm not about The Risk
We ain't never ever gonna be cool. I'm so positively not into you
I'm so undeniably without a doubt so through with you
See, I'm over you. This is so much more than true
Look here, I can see with you ain't nothin new
It's the same as our last week's chat & chew
It’s how it is when I told you. Don't even ask my crew
My address has changed and yes I've moved
Now act like a fresh tire and find a new groove
But not on my track. Your brain is whack
No hoe...my eyes don't want you back
They've seen enough so don’t make this rough
Don’t make me mad and make things tough
Not even close to naked or in the buff
A moment with me with you is not at all what’s up
So walk your pup...but don’t creep my corner or stalk my hut
YO slut..
Notice..
Notice given to you
So you need to know this..
Know this like rooster know cock
Know that we will never ever again run the clock
Separate or together or in any type of weather
Our Thing has stopped.
Your play with me is an Unsalvageable Flop
Your eyes will Neverland nor make magic on me again
No Ho; Now Go
...
photo: irfan intekhab
violent poems are exceptable but no mentions of rape or sex or anything like that
::For a Lost Child::
http://irfanintekhab.com/en/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/40.jpg
This is being recorded.
So what would you have me say?
What would you have me do...Kiss the ring? Your cheek?
Would you have me take another peek?
Freak. Don't answer that. Because this here is the fact
I can’t get with that...But you need to get with this
Together we will never enjoin Bliss.
There'll be NO trying; I'm not about The Risk
We ain't never ever gonna be cool. I'm so positively not into you
I'm so undeniably without a doubt so through with you
See, I'm over you. This is so much more than true
Look here, I can see with you ain't nothin new
It's the same as our last week's chat & chew
It’s how it is when I told you. Don't even ask my crew
My address has changed and yes I've moved
Now act like a fresh tire and find a new groove
But not on my track. Your brain is whack
No hoe...my eyes don't want you back
They've seen enough so don’t make this rough
Don’t make me mad and make things tough
Not even close to naked or in the buff
A moment with me with you is not at all what’s up
So walk your pup...but don’t creep my corner or stalk my hut
YO slut..
Notice..
Notice given to you
So you need to know this..
Know this like rooster know cock
Know that we will never ever again run the clock
Separate or together or in any type of weather
Our Thing has stopped.
Your play with me is an Unsalvageable Flop
Your eyes will Neverland nor make magic on me again
No Ho; Now Go
...
photo: irfan intekhab
