Poetry competition CLOSED 23rd April 2012 10:42am
WINNER
raorrick (Rachel O.)
raorrick (Rachel O.)
RUNNER-UP:
braggman
What Drug is your Candy...
Poetry Contest Description
Confessions of Pleasure..
Ok for those of use who indulge or have usually prefer one specifically. What ever it is I want you to write about it..
200 words or less.. A new or old poem. 2 entries. what you like about it, the sensation it gives you and what it does for you. I'll give an example.. Don't hold back theres no judging here..
HooKed...
Candy man. Sweet candy man. A new flavor to please.
Wrapped in your vagrance.. While down on my knees..
Inhaling the failing of white fairy dust..
Digesting the blessing of poisoness lust..
Embraced by the taste of this chemical dream...
Floating while coating the sickness you breed..
Candy man.. Sweet candy man.. "Oh" sprinkle the love..
Of potion devotion.. I can't get enough...
Intoxicate my mental state. Breathe clarity in vain..
Feed my disease while I render me sane..
200 words or less.. A new or old poem. 2 entries. what you like about it, the sensation it gives you and what it does for you. I'll give an example.. Don't hold back theres no judging here..
HooKed...
Candy man. Sweet candy man. A new flavor to please.
Wrapped in your vagrance.. While down on my knees..
Inhaling the failing of white fairy dust..
Digesting the blessing of poisoness lust..
Embraced by the taste of this chemical dream...
Floating while coating the sickness you breed..
Candy man.. Sweet candy man.. "Oh" sprinkle the love..
Of potion devotion.. I can't get enough...
Intoxicate my mental state. Breathe clarity in vain..
Feed my disease while I render me sane..
stepping stones
stepping stones stepping stones
stepping stones iv'e found
even though i step on them
they don't make any sound
tippy toes i walk across
in my living room
stepping stones now all around
have some more mushrooms
mushrooms coarsing through my vains
painting pictures bright as day
putting stepping stones in my lounge
time for me to play
stepping stones stepping stones
stepping stones iv'e found
even though i step on them
they don't make any sound
tippy toes i walk across
in my living room
stepping stones now all around
have some more mushrooms
mushrooms coarsing through my vains
painting pictures bright as day
putting stepping stones in my lounge
time for me to play
nagasaki said:stepping stones
stepping stones stepping stones
stepping stones iv'e found
even though i step on them
they don't make any sound
tippy toes i walk across
in my living room
stepping stones now all around
have some more mushrooms
mushrooms coarsing through my vains
painting pictures bright as day
putting stepping stones in my lounge
time for me to play
Love it! Thank you.
stepping stones stepping stones
stepping stones iv'e found
even though i step on them
they don't make any sound
tippy toes i walk across
in my living room
stepping stones now all around
have some more mushrooms
mushrooms coarsing through my vains
painting pictures bright as day
putting stepping stones in my lounge
time for me to play
Love it! Thank you.
Slice;
It's so wonderful,
Feeling that
Pain
And watching the
RED
flowing,
flowing,
flowing down.
It's like strawberry
syrup,
and the razor is
the spoon that ladles it
upon my flesh.
Deliciously sweet,
oVeRwHeLmInG
my every sense of
sexual desire
and craving.
Slicing down the
SNOW
that is now tainted
bright
RED
again, yet I always
look so
hApPy
Don't I?
It's so wonderful,
Feeling that
Pain
And watching the
RED
flowing,
flowing,
flowing down.
It's like strawberry
syrup,
and the razor is
the spoon that ladles it
upon my flesh.
Deliciously sweet,
oVeRwHeLmInG
my every sense of
sexual desire
and craving.
Slicing down the
SNOW
that is now tainted
bright
RED
again, yet I always
look so
hApPy
Don't I?
Anonymous
My candy is dandy
Legal everywhere
No DEA number
No script to beg for
Phenylethylamine gives me a high
Some say it is better than sex
Anadamide is my legal mary jane
Need no coffee ‘cause of Theobromine
My lover bought me chocolate truffles
With his good loving….I had no cares
Sex and chocolate go together
Better than love and marriage
A chocolate addict can be easily seen
They need to lose weight and hide candy
Just in case there is a crisis
Somehow I have a crisis every day
Chocolate helps in every way…….
_______________________________________________________________
CHEMICALS FOUND IN CHOCOLATE:
1. Anandamide: an endogenous cannabinoid found in the brain. Anandamide is a neurotransmitter that targets the same brain structures as THC, the active ingredient in cannabis.
2. Theobromine: a stimulant frequently confused with caffeine. Theobromine affects humans similarly to caffeine, but on a much smaller scale.
3. Phenylethylamine: earned the nickname 'chocolate amphetamine.' High levels of this neurotransmitter help promote feelings of attraction, excitement, giddiness and apprehension. Phenylethylamine works by stimulating the brain's pleasure centres and reaches peak levels during orgasm. Chocolate has the highest concentration in any food of phenylethylamine, which is the chemical produced in the brain when a person is in love.
Sink your cherry red lips
Right into mine..
I have a small confession..
Your kiss is wine..
No one will know..
The truth behind this game..
No I won't mention
Your precious little name..
Don't think I forgot..
Because dear.. I never will..
The kiss that night...
Gave me such thrill..
It was a long time ago..
But I doubt you forgot..
Your delicious little drug..
Got me higher than pot..
Higher than any drug
I ever brought to my lips..
The sensation of your hands
Placed upon my hips...
It was the first time
I ever kissed a girl..
The breathlesness
Set me into a whirl..
Like crank or acid
You fill an empty need..
I saw the signs..
But I did not heed..
Because you little drug..
Got me flying high..
I only wish I had kept you..
To say you were mine..
Right into mine..
I have a small confession..
Your kiss is wine..
No one will know..
The truth behind this game..
No I won't mention
Your precious little name..
Don't think I forgot..
Because dear.. I never will..
The kiss that night...
Gave me such thrill..
It was a long time ago..
But I doubt you forgot..
Your delicious little drug..
Got me higher than pot..
Higher than any drug
I ever brought to my lips..
The sensation of your hands
Placed upon my hips...
It was the first time
I ever kissed a girl..
The breathlesness
Set me into a whirl..
Like crank or acid
You fill an empty need..
I saw the signs..
But I did not heed..
Because you little drug..
Got me flying high..
I only wish I had kept you..
To say you were mine..
Good gal Ms. Devilish. A woman after my own heart. I'm busy working on a couple new ones, but as you said new or old are welcome, here are a couple of older drug/candy/consumption poems that haven't been in a contest yet.
Crane
Just as long
as each line
is filled… time
is held better.
Words, the snare
words, the solution
to themselves
divert from the issue
real issue of living
or not.
Just as long
as they keep
the flow
the rest of this debauchery
passes as just a process
of cultivating character.
I can smoke
until I taste the bloodflow
of collapsing alveoli,
chew up the past
in candy fistfuls of sweet Valium,
scratching out little lies
that give me license
to fill each page
unfolding uncounted, untold years
shedding thoughts I’d barely dared to dream.
I fold ten poems an hour
into paper cranes
polluting the whole stretch
of ancient water
with diluted words.
Crane
Just as long
as each line
is filled… time
is held better.
Words, the snare
words, the solution
to themselves
divert from the issue
real issue of living
or not.
Just as long
as they keep
the flow
the rest of this debauchery
passes as just a process
of cultivating character.
I can smoke
until I taste the bloodflow
of collapsing alveoli,
chew up the past
in candy fistfuls of sweet Valium,
scratching out little lies
that give me license
to fill each page
unfolding uncounted, untold years
shedding thoughts I’d barely dared to dream.
I fold ten poems an hour
into paper cranes
polluting the whole stretch
of ancient water
with diluted words.
The Hard Way
Searching, broke
scavengers crawl,
pick the floor
smoking bits of plaster
wax and peanuts
chips of fingernail
in an attitude of prayer.
We stare
and earn a cold wisdom,
curtains are drawn against the low rise
of the sun.
My eyes have obsessed
on every spot of the floor
carefully twenty times
or more
wordless.
You peer though the blinds on every window
in rotation,
wordless.
The things that can be owned have all been sold.
The money has all left down its own sleepless paths.
The phone has gone silent, no calls left unmade.
The frantic lighter flashing is exhausted.
The scheming wheels have spun and stopped.
The words have stopped
but that long shallow drone of time just holds
and we wait
wordless.
Crack is a poem
unto itself,
a bare truth written in few words.
It grips you tight, excites
smokeblacks your inside.
It brings you from elation
to disillusion
faster than philosophy
deeper than prose.
We are poor, very poor
to so need truth
to need to learn this
every single time
the hard way.
Searching, broke
scavengers crawl,
pick the floor
smoking bits of plaster
wax and peanuts
chips of fingernail
in an attitude of prayer.
We stare
and earn a cold wisdom,
curtains are drawn against the low rise
of the sun.
My eyes have obsessed
on every spot of the floor
carefully twenty times
or more
wordless.
You peer though the blinds on every window
in rotation,
wordless.
The things that can be owned have all been sold.
The money has all left down its own sleepless paths.
The phone has gone silent, no calls left unmade.
The frantic lighter flashing is exhausted.
The scheming wheels have spun and stopped.
The words have stopped
but that long shallow drone of time just holds
and we wait
wordless.
Crack is a poem
unto itself,
a bare truth written in few words.
It grips you tight, excites
smokeblacks your inside.
It brings you from elation
to disillusion
faster than philosophy
deeper than prose.
We are poor, very poor
to so need truth
to need to learn this
every single time
the hard way.
Secret;
I have a dirty secret.
I enjoy being
TIED UP
And sometimes,
bLiNdFoLdEd
or
WhIpPeD.
Bite my skin,
draw my
BLOOD
and make me feel
again.
Make me
CrAvE
again.
Sweet leather,
the ball gag is
a piece of
CANDY,
making my mouth
sAlIvAtE
so heavily in desire
and EAGERNESS.
I'll share my dirty
SeCrEt
with you
if you promise to make it
HuRt So GoOd
I have a dirty secret.
I enjoy being
TIED UP
And sometimes,
bLiNdFoLdEd
or
WhIpPeD.
Bite my skin,
draw my
BLOOD
and make me feel
again.
Make me
CrAvE
again.
Sweet leather,
the ball gag is
a piece of
CANDY,
making my mouth
sAlIvAtE
so heavily in desire
and EAGERNESS.
I'll share my dirty
SeCrEt
with you
if you promise to make it
HuRt So GoOd
