Poetry competition CLOSED 21st April 2012 7:35pm
WINNER
lepperochan (CraicDealer)
lepperochan (CraicDealer)
RUNNERS-UP:
Grace
and lightbaron
Touched
Poetry Contest Description
Submit a poem about a ghost or supernatural presence.
Rules:
1. NO POEMS ABOUT GOD OR ANY SPECIFIC RELIGIOUS FIGURE!!!
2. 2 Submissions per person but my impression will be averaged between the two. Meaning that 2 solid writes are better than 1 stellar write and a piss-poor one.
3. Can be a previous write.
4. No collabs.
You have two weeks.
1. NO POEMS ABOUT GOD OR ANY SPECIFIC RELIGIOUS FIGURE!!!
2. 2 Submissions per person but my impression will be averaged between the two. Meaning that 2 solid writes are better than 1 stellar write and a piss-poor one.
3. Can be a previous write.
4. No collabs.
You have two weeks.
Things are breaking
Chairs are flying..
I bet you those demons
Are laughing and smiling..
I see one appear..
Dressed in the flavor of red..
I ignore the horns
Arising from it's head..
I don't pay attention
To the one with the knife..
I don't really care
If they try and take my life..
If they can douse my flame..
With beauty like this..
What good will it do
If I try and resist?..
I welcome them in
To my humble abode..
They feast on my heart..
And drink from my soul..
(I am honestly scared of not meeting quota.. Just tell me right out if it sucked)
Chairs are flying..
I bet you those demons
Are laughing and smiling..
I see one appear..
Dressed in the flavor of red..
I ignore the horns
Arising from it's head..
I don't pay attention
To the one with the knife..
I don't really care
If they try and take my life..
If they can douse my flame..
With beauty like this..
What good will it do
If I try and resist?..
I welcome them in
To my humble abode..
They feast on my heart..
And drink from my soul..
(I am honestly scared of not meeting quota.. Just tell me right out if it sucked)
Cheers man! hope this fits the bill
A pair of eyes
And lying there between sleep and wake
when shadows darted to and fro
and grave notions ebbed and flowed
until time stood still
a pair of eyes peeked through the drapes
searching out and honing in
on the stench of fear that had begun
to fill my chamber
I felt my helpless body rise
those eyes they held a scornful gaze
and in those eyes I saw a pyre
licked by flames of hell's own fire
not a single word could pass my lips
Christ those eyes they hypnotized
stripped me of my mortal flesh
spun my bones and locked my grip
and just like that the eyes were gone
away they strayed I was alone
alone and scared and scarred and pale
but glad I lived to tell this tale
A pair of eyes
And lying there between sleep and wake
when shadows darted to and fro
and grave notions ebbed and flowed
until time stood still
a pair of eyes peeked through the drapes
searching out and honing in
on the stench of fear that had begun
to fill my chamber
I felt my helpless body rise
those eyes they held a scornful gaze
and in those eyes I saw a pyre
licked by flames of hell's own fire
not a single word could pass my lips
Christ those eyes they hypnotized
stripped me of my mortal flesh
spun my bones and locked my grip
and just like that the eyes were gone
away they strayed I was alone
alone and scared and scarred and pale
but glad I lived to tell this tale
There are people in white cloaks
They carry severed heads..
As they mix and mingle
With those dressed in red..
Their bodies float
In a beautiful way..
They chant and sing..
Beg for me to stay..
I am so conflicted..
Which do I choose?..
A stay with these creatures..
Or remain lost and confused..
I traded them my soul
And wrote my name in blood..
I now walk around
In a majestic white hood..
(AGAIN!.. Honestly tell me what you think..so I don't look like an idiot...)
They carry severed heads..
As they mix and mingle
With those dressed in red..
Their bodies float
In a beautiful way..
They chant and sing..
Beg for me to stay..
I am so conflicted..
Which do I choose?..
A stay with these creatures..
Or remain lost and confused..
I traded them my soul
And wrote my name in blood..
I now walk around
In a majestic white hood..
(AGAIN!.. Honestly tell me what you think..so I don't look like an idiot...)
Lying in bed there are no sounds
Until there is
A scratching of nails down sheetrock walls
It’s coming
down the hall to my closed bedroom door, then..
Nothing
Silence is more frightening than sound
The silence draws on until my lungs burn for air
I’m waiting
Then as I start to relax the brass knob starts to turn
It’s coming
The door squeaks in protest yet still opens, then…
Nothing
Emptiness is the most ominous
I stare into the dark, but see nothing
Until I do
A shadow of inhuman form drifting my way
It’s coming
In a voice not from this world it whispers
I’m here
It takes but two words to make me insane
It’s voice is inside my head, inside of me
I scream
But my throat closes up and no sounds comes out
I’m losing
It’s laugh shakes my body then the world goes black
Nothing
I’m watching through eyes that aren’t mine
They’re lying in bed listening to no sounds
Until they are
A scratching of nails down sheetrock walls
I’m coming
Down the hall to their closed bedroom door, then…
Nothing
My silence is more frightening than sound
I’ve got a gun
But what good does that do
When the thing that I’m shooting
Isn’t here
My instincts say run
But my brain says to fight
Though I’m already losing
To fear
My things start to move
By a hand I can’t see
Now I’m shouting at air
“Show yourself!”
Things are still flying
Yet no one appears
And I’m thinking I need
Mental help
I look in the mirror
To calm myself down
When a white face shows up
Behind me
It’s eyes are bright red
It’s mouth is turned up
In a grin so bright it
Could blind me
I whip back around
To face off the thing
Only to find that I’m
Still alone
So I pack up my things
And rush out the door
I’ve decided I’ll find
A new home
But what good does that do
When the thing that I’m shooting
Isn’t here
My instincts say run
But my brain says to fight
Though I’m already losing
To fear
My things start to move
By a hand I can’t see
Now I’m shouting at air
“Show yourself!”
Things are still flying
Yet no one appears
And I’m thinking I need
Mental help
I look in the mirror
To calm myself down
When a white face shows up
Behind me
It’s eyes are bright red
It’s mouth is turned up
In a grin so bright it
Could blind me
I whip back around
To face off the thing
Only to find that I’m
Still alone
So I pack up my things
And rush out the door
I’ve decided I’ll find
A new home
A Thorned Knight
A rose by a graveside
a lament to all who passed by
Its scent
of old summer gone skies
all rich
resplendant
and naturally high ,
It stands
defendant
petal lids
a sentry
to a pollen eye ,
thorn bodied
till the day it dies
the rose a guardian
in floral disguise
the thorned warrior
by your graveside ,
a carrier to the other side
the lioness that jumps the barrier
to protect her pride
theres no tongue
so theres no lies .
The orbicular , battered stone of white
shows its face to the roses plight .
Angellical gangways
a cellestial new wave ,
a salutational
gateway ,
rosebud studded
with a lunar DJ
all dead stars
are rocking from a spent heyday
the thorned knight
is ready to pave the way .
A rose by a graveside
a lament to all who passed by
Its scent
of old summer gone skies
all rich
resplendant
and naturally high ,
It stands
defendant
petal lids
a sentry
to a pollen eye ,
thorn bodied
till the day it dies
the rose a guardian
in floral disguise
the thorned warrior
by your graveside ,
a carrier to the other side
the lioness that jumps the barrier
to protect her pride
theres no tongue
so theres no lies .
The orbicular , battered stone of white
shows its face to the roses plight .
Angellical gangways
a cellestial new wave ,
a salutational
gateway ,
rosebud studded
with a lunar DJ
all dead stars
are rocking from a spent heyday
the thorned knight
is ready to pave the way .
Goodnight World
The ferris wheel
is in black and white
I can feel
the air is tight
as it turns
under a solar eclipse
that still burns
now the day is night .
Slow motion sounds
echoes of a fist
that pounds
lips gently kiss
goodnight to a done sound
were all dead
hello hell hounds
hydrated heads
implode to a new found
earthen beds uproot the
soil of black
as bones walk around
into shape they crack
judgement day
is abound
there is no way
of ever going back
The ferris wheel
is in black and white
I can feel
the air is tight
as it turns
under a solar eclipse
that still burns
now the day is night .
Slow motion sounds
echoes of a fist
that pounds
lips gently kiss
goodnight to a done sound
were all dead
hello hell hounds
hydrated heads
implode to a new found
earthen beds uproot the
soil of black
as bones walk around
into shape they crack
judgement day
is abound
there is no way
of ever going back
beyond the backtracks
of the bordertown
where vacancy levitates
in a stasis between frequencies
is where the Deep Unseen Ones,
reside
sliding out blocks-
then restacking them
in a game of Jenga
that landscapes the air
this is where metaphors
must be born cesarean
and where the photosynthesis
that feeds rational lunacy
develops its film
sneaking suspicion is strewn about
like prayer flags
and even inspiration
has ominous connotations
there is no invitation
to get here
there is no secret knock
or alakazaam
that will gain you access
one can't even enter with a body
but must have their sealegs intact
It is by shear chance
that i managed to smuggle out
this tattered map
of a place that i'd prefer to
never go back
(in the spirit of this competition i would like to wish everyone a happy zombie jesus day tomorrow!)
"Accident tourist"
I have conversed with every
hidden "other" in the chronicles
of esoteric experience
I
have
chanted
meditated
and dmt'd my way
through every micro
and macro cosmic rest stop
where transient energies
can't seem to fit within
the coordinates
and even flirted briefly
with the aesthetic appeal
of paranormal and metaphysical
manifestation
but
I never asked for that bastard
with the numeric exterior
to bump into me
had to look at an angle
to see the distortions
it made in my
length times width times height
and though it defied definition
it translated as sorta cubed
connected two dimensional planes
hinged with a physics that flattened
even time
and as it approached
a choir of mechanic black and white bees
pollinating the white noise with steroids
sang a song of stinging
arousing my crippling fear
to a feverish pitch
here i was watching tv
and next thing i know
the stitches must have gotten loose
because im patchworked placed
with a creature cut
from a completely different cloth
it was as if the universe
with its infinite computations
simply hic-cupped
and for just a brief moment
the momentum of holding order
lost steam
leaving us both blind
and groping through the
most alien of space
and then returned to "normal"
acting like nothing had happened
I have conversed with every
hidden "other" in the chronicles
of esoteric experience
I
have
chanted
meditated
and dmt'd my way
through every micro
and macro cosmic rest stop
where transient energies
can't seem to fit within
the coordinates
and even flirted briefly
with the aesthetic appeal
of paranormal and metaphysical
manifestation
but
I never asked for that bastard
with the numeric exterior
to bump into me
had to look at an angle
to see the distortions
it made in my
length times width times height
and though it defied definition
it translated as sorta cubed
connected two dimensional planes
hinged with a physics that flattened
even time
and as it approached
a choir of mechanic black and white bees
pollinating the white noise with steroids
sang a song of stinging
arousing my crippling fear
to a feverish pitch
here i was watching tv
and next thing i know
the stitches must have gotten loose
because im patchworked placed
with a creature cut
from a completely different cloth
it was as if the universe
with its infinite computations
simply hic-cupped
and for just a brief moment
the momentum of holding order
lost steam
leaving us both blind
and groping through the
most alien of space
and then returned to "normal"
acting like nothing had happened
The Bride
Dressed in a gown of white,
veil hung over her face.
Blood dripping down on side of her face.
Face, arm and side. . . destroyed.
She stands in front of the door,
follows me down hallways.
Sings me lullabys so that I cannot sleep.
Corrupts my dreams.
I've seen her in the corner,
reading my books.
Humming her songs.
Crying for her sorrows.
She is unpredictable.
But she is not a danger.
She is dead.
But not evil.
A wandering ghost not ready to pass on.
Not a demon or an evil spirit that wants to cause me harm.
She followed me from the apartment,
appeared in my friends house.
And not she is in the hotel room that I stay in now.
Her skin is transparent, almost blue.
How did she die?
Chopped up with an axe?
I do not know.
My room the only one she would not enter.
But my dreams she would haunt.
Her songs would wake me up and send chills down my spine.
One night she appeared in my dream.
And staring face to face with her.
II couldn't breathe.
For some unexplained reason.
What did she want from me?
I woke with a sudden jolt.
And was slammed down onto my bed.
I had been suspended in air.
I had been floating.
Tears prick at my eyes.
And I started to cry.
She's not the one that I have seen since.
Others have appeared and done worse things than she has.
She is harmless I would assume.
But when she stands as still as a statue
in a dark room.
I just don't know. . .
Can you trust a ghost?
Especically a dead bride,
that may or may not have been murdered
by hurtful or loving hand?
She may be reading this over my shoulder right now.
She's done that too.
Maybe interesting by my technology
or just curious to what I'm doing.
I am going to stop talking about her.
Before she gets mad at me.
I would like to sleep tonight.
Dressed in a gown of white,
veil hung over her face.
Blood dripping down on side of her face.
Face, arm and side. . . destroyed.
She stands in front of the door,
follows me down hallways.
Sings me lullabys so that I cannot sleep.
Corrupts my dreams.
I've seen her in the corner,
reading my books.
Humming her songs.
Crying for her sorrows.
She is unpredictable.
But she is not a danger.
She is dead.
But not evil.
A wandering ghost not ready to pass on.
Not a demon or an evil spirit that wants to cause me harm.
She followed me from the apartment,
appeared in my friends house.
And not she is in the hotel room that I stay in now.
Her skin is transparent, almost blue.
How did she die?
Chopped up with an axe?
I do not know.
My room the only one she would not enter.
But my dreams she would haunt.
Her songs would wake me up and send chills down my spine.
One night she appeared in my dream.
And staring face to face with her.
II couldn't breathe.
For some unexplained reason.
What did she want from me?
I woke with a sudden jolt.
And was slammed down onto my bed.
I had been suspended in air.
I had been floating.
Tears prick at my eyes.
And I started to cry.
She's not the one that I have seen since.
Others have appeared and done worse things than she has.
She is harmless I would assume.
But when she stands as still as a statue
in a dark room.
I just don't know. . .
Can you trust a ghost?
Especically a dead bride,
that may or may not have been murdered
by hurtful or loving hand?
She may be reading this over my shoulder right now.
She's done that too.
Maybe interesting by my technology
or just curious to what I'm doing.
I am going to stop talking about her.
Before she gets mad at me.
I would like to sleep tonight.
