Poetry competition CLOSED 3rd May 2012 6:18pm
WINNER
braggman (Steve Bragg)
braggman (Steve Bragg)
RUNNERS-UP:
diddi
and Magdalena
Bring your powerhouse..
Poetry Contest Description
Your best.
There are so many powerhouse writers in here.. I don't know everyone but the ones ive read thus far.. miss sub.. indi. miki eamon rachel death braggs. diddi. magdalena. I want to feel you like crack. feed me. bring your best. ill go first..
InSide Out...
There's a beast
subsiding
within the trumpets
of harmonious stagefright..
A guiding light
moving towards
the front
from behind..
A cadillac cuisine
of soft notes ..
Play your favorite song
as my
body hums along..
i can hear the choir..
DeMoNs
sound
AnGeLiK..
Fasting on tissue..
Bones borrowing
time..
Fragmented..
A sublime echo...
Ive never seen such pretty flowers..
A dozen black lilies.
its the moon..
raindrops
roof tops..
Voices that carry..
inside the mind
of tender
I surrender..
In majestic beats..
insync..
With me..
Myself and
her...
Prince of the tides
I
picture
carve
drip
tattoo
disinfect
my body
The shadowplay
dances
fluid
bleak-beautiful
sutures
breathe
I
encircle
swirl
unfurl
Blink.
Datura
unadulterated
wraps and winds
dense delirium
sets in
a million suns
melt
Centipedes
overlap
lock jaw
My sternum
bursts
Communion
commences
voices
noises
come from
within
from
Legion
Cain cowers
stained-soiled
primal
Blink.
L u c i f e r
The army whispers
In unison
Fall and rise
Asmodeus
devours
the flesh
of the virgins
Cymbals
Djembe
whoops
saturate
I
watch
feed
rue
drift
The dark matter
seeps
sizzles
light gets soaked
annihilated
without traces
Blink.
M. domestica
buzz
fleet
rotate
Beelzebub
whimpers
Life jumpstarts
Maggots
crawl
wriggle
writhe
over the
decadence
H. Flaviviridis
lurches
onto the widow skimmer
in obelisk posture
Blink.
The unsung hero
from necronomicon
hides in oblivion
behind the torn veil
the madrigal of bleats
of the decapitated
fuses-finds-follows
The void within
does not expand
It inscapes
like
Saturn engulfing his
progeny
Blink.
I am like
the Navajo painting
of a clear conscience
I blink-breathe-bleat
as Benjamin Spock
stares from the night stand
ready to cull
ready for the fall
Marat drowns in crimson
The howling grows
more muffled
Nolde’s masks
materialize and melt
Wendigos lurch overhead
celebrating the process
of systematic putrefaction
Grendel sniffs the air
The eyes glower
The hands flail
The spurts spread
I dethrone
the half rotten
from the iron maiden
from within
Malleus Maleficarum
I watch
Diodemes get consumed
by horses
Blink.
I close my eyes
and scurry thru
Fuseli’s nightmare
into
the unmoving malevolence
of the twins in
Hands resist him
I am the little boy
Eyeless-evil
and I expand
and keep growing
and morph into
Pogo-the-clown
I grin-guffaw-goad
at the layers diffused
(within)
Munch’s The Scream
I leave my scales
behind
Yellow billowing smoke
rises and permeates
the air
with the stench
of necrosis
My head finally
brushes against the roof
No pill-swill-chill
The one eyed koala bear
lies prostate
on the wooden box
The shavings
cobwebs
torn pages
alienate
the follicle
from
everything
A stone turns
hung-in-space
I am encumbered
A waste of space
Blink.
peace... 
A Jaded Mind
A vessel of infinite possibilities,
a consciousness of hyper intelligent, immortal Soul,
but limited by animated strings, thus attached,
thrust a rock against, the hard spot, of once I was stuck,
a sparks conduct,
in the emotional being,
with some sort of moral goal, and sentimental feeling,
Arduous thus, of the interwoven love and trust
and let my heart bust, exemplify enough, Beats
Beating, devotion I partake, in a tussle a clarifying a must,
or just showing off the cardiac muscle,
Pushing, the nervous system daily,
for then no surprise, when it finally fails me,
the flux of blood, complexity,
and pulsing steadily,
Labeled, a visionary,
simply im awaiting for the deadly melody,
to take me to the one who made,
see the question of the answer,
in the technical difficulties of religions, and the thought of prosper,
Hence if an ever after...disaster
A vessel of infinite possibilities,
a consciousness of hyper intelligent, immortal Soul,
but limited by animated strings, thus attached,
thrust a rock against, the hard spot, of once I was stuck,
a sparks conduct,
in the emotional being,
with some sort of moral goal, and sentimental feeling,
Arduous thus, of the interwoven love and trust
and let my heart bust, exemplify enough, Beats
Beating, devotion I partake, in a tussle a clarifying a must,
or just showing off the cardiac muscle,
Pushing, the nervous system daily,
for then no surprise, when it finally fails me,
the flux of blood, complexity,
and pulsing steadily,
Labeled, a visionary,
simply im awaiting for the deadly melody,
to take me to the one who made,
see the question of the answer,
in the technical difficulties of religions, and the thought of prosper,
Hence if an ever after...disaster
JadieAngelik said:A Jaded Mind
A vessel of infinite possibilities,
a consciousness of hyper intelligent, immortal Soul,
but limited by animated strings, thus attached,
thrust a rock against, the hard spot, of once I was stuck,
a sparks conduct,
in the emotional being,
with some sort of moral goal, and sentimental feeling,
Arduous thus, of the interwoven love and trust
and let my heart bust, exemplify enough, Beats
Beating, devotion I partake, in a tussle a clarifying a must,
or just showing off the cardiac muscle,
Pushing, the nervous system daily,
for then no surprise, when it finally fails me,
the flux of blood, complexity,
and pulsing steadily,
Labeled, a visionary,
simply im awaiting for the deadly melody,
to take me to the one who made,
see the question of the answer,
in the technical difficulties of religions, and the thought of prosper,
Hence if an ever after...disaster
YES! I was hopeing you would enter!! Hell yeah .. brought it sweety!
A vessel of infinite possibilities,
a consciousness of hyper intelligent, immortal Soul,
but limited by animated strings, thus attached,
thrust a rock against, the hard spot, of once I was stuck,
a sparks conduct,
in the emotional being,
with some sort of moral goal, and sentimental feeling,
Arduous thus, of the interwoven love and trust
and let my heart bust, exemplify enough, Beats
Beating, devotion I partake, in a tussle a clarifying a must,
or just showing off the cardiac muscle,
Pushing, the nervous system daily,
for then no surprise, when it finally fails me,
the flux of blood, complexity,
and pulsing steadily,
Labeled, a visionary,
simply im awaiting for the deadly melody,
to take me to the one who made,
see the question of the answer,
in the technical difficulties of religions, and the thought of prosper,
Hence if an ever after...disaster
YES! I was hopeing you would enter!! Hell yeah .. brought it sweety!
I Am Yours
The moon’s enthralling glare lashes out at my once devout heart,
Sincere to you, to your hunger and despair.
I allowed such ravenous needs to be satisfied by my skin,
Such thirsts to be quenched from within my veins.
I felt your pain as you relished the sentiment,
Of my being your slave and adherent.
You unceasingly severed my heart, I would lie willingly,
Convincing myself of my need for such an aching.
And yet, looking within my resonating depth,
I see that still, I would give you all this again.
I will take your torture every tomorrow that is yet to come.
Come back to me and finish this, continue your purpose,
It is now my purpose also; your absence has shown me that.
Further strip away at my being, my core, tear apart my hope for anything else.
Bury me in your mind’s whim, your twisted illusions,
Enact your desires to be cruel to me, to prove your bind to me.
As the night’s wailing voice carries through the trees around me,
You appear before me, you knew I wanted you, you felt my call for you.
Guide me upon your body, permit me to present you with a cure for your longing.
My eyes follow your lips as you speak, each word compels me,
I hear beyond your command,
I hear your craving once again, you are undeniably mine again.
Take what you wish, and I will offer you more and more,
As we show our love in our private way, our way of near-death and passion.
The moon’s enthralling glare lashes out at my once devout heart,
Sincere to you, to your hunger and despair.
I allowed such ravenous needs to be satisfied by my skin,
Such thirsts to be quenched from within my veins.
I felt your pain as you relished the sentiment,
Of my being your slave and adherent.
You unceasingly severed my heart, I would lie willingly,
Convincing myself of my need for such an aching.
And yet, looking within my resonating depth,
I see that still, I would give you all this again.
I will take your torture every tomorrow that is yet to come.
Come back to me and finish this, continue your purpose,
It is now my purpose also; your absence has shown me that.
Further strip away at my being, my core, tear apart my hope for anything else.
Bury me in your mind’s whim, your twisted illusions,
Enact your desires to be cruel to me, to prove your bind to me.
As the night’s wailing voice carries through the trees around me,
You appear before me, you knew I wanted you, you felt my call for you.
Guide me upon your body, permit me to present you with a cure for your longing.
My eyes follow your lips as you speak, each word compels me,
I hear beyond your command,
I hear your craving once again, you are undeniably mine again.
Take what you wish, and I will offer you more and more,
As we show our love in our private way, our way of near-death and passion.
