Poetry competition CLOSED 10th June 2012 8:59pm
WINNER
crimsin (Unveiling)
crimsin (Unveiling)
RUNNER-UP:
KahakuHiga-Parker
Conversations with your past
Anonymous
Be you-screw them
by, mikimoondancer
Hey little girl
Slow yourself down
Noone is worthy of
Putting you down
Those little minds
Their fake ways
Wait til you see them
After life's race
Young lady, have a seat
Theres someone that you need to meet
Internal balance is all it takes
Find yourself, set your own pace
Unlike them-you have one face
You have a soul-and them a dark space
Okay, thats it
Don't be a fool
It's fine to see wrong
and change the rules
In the end, it's all the same
When you play with idiots
and join their game
You were destined for something greater
Than tantrums from nonsensical losers
and haters
Karma comes around
and gets them all
Til then stand proud
walk straight and tall
Remember that life is itself a test
When the final song plays
You are whats left
Never settle-always be you
Each time they depise that
let disdain remain aloof
Anonymous
I love this, Miki!!
Anonymous
I wrote a poem recently with very similar themes:
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Those old landscapes have been buried
in waterfalls of gas and smog.
Crooked rocks that I once passed
still stand, gloating.
And though I haven't set any stones
in the last few months or years
(or maybe it's because my vision
is wider and longer),
the laughing hills
still pierce the grey air.
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Those old landscapes have been buried
in waterfalls of gas and smog.
Crooked rocks that I once passed
still stand, gloating.
And though I haven't set any stones
in the last few months or years
(or maybe it's because my vision
is wider and longer),
the laughing hills
still pierce the grey air.
I know it's hard..
But put down that blade
Is it worth these scars
We have made?
We deserve better
Don't start the addiction now
You won't go back
There will be no way out
You have to stop it
Before it can begin
Thats why I've come back
Hating yourself.. Is considered a sin
So dear,
Look at me
If you use that blade
This how you'll be...
But put down that blade
Is it worth these scars
We have made?
We deserve better
Don't start the addiction now
You won't go back
There will be no way out
You have to stop it
Before it can begin
Thats why I've come back
Hating yourself.. Is considered a sin
So dear,
Look at me
If you use that blade
This how you'll be...
Anonymous
The Mistake That Awaits You (for me by me)
Stop.
Freeze frame.
Reverse.
10 years.
He wants you back.
Don’t go back.
Don’t look back.
Stay focused.
Keep driving.
Keep moving forward.
You will move forward, without him.
I promise.
New life.
Different state.
Don’t debate.
I’m telling you now,
10 years from now
you will regret
the mistake that awaits you.
Stop.
Freeze frame.
Reverse.
10 years.
He wants you back.
Don’t go back.
Don’t look back.
Stay focused.
Keep driving.
Keep moving forward.
You will move forward, without him.
I promise.
New life.
Different state.
Don’t debate.
I’m telling you now,
10 years from now
you will regret
the mistake that awaits you.
Don't cry little girl!
You don't see what I see! Your mom allowed your religious grandparents to keep you. It wasn't because she didn't want you. It was because God loved you MORE! And he wanted you raised in his word.
Remember, when you had to pick cans off the highway barefoot? It wasn't because it was punishment. It was to humble you! So you could understand the value and appreciate the small things giving to you!
Sadden that your father wasn’t in your life? It wasn't to make you feel fatherless, but to mold you independently.
No support from your mom? It wasn't because she hated you! It was to teach you how to be a great mom with your son. One who encourage, supports and shows love; emotionally, physically and mentally.
Remember your sisters having kids as young teenagers and you had to help care for them. It wasn't because they didn't want you to have a childhood. It was so you could know your own full worth and treat your body like a temple.
Don’t cry little girl! You don’t see what I see!
You don't see what I see! Your mom allowed your religious grandparents to keep you. It wasn't because she didn't want you. It was because God loved you MORE! And he wanted you raised in his word.
Remember, when you had to pick cans off the highway barefoot? It wasn't because it was punishment. It was to humble you! So you could understand the value and appreciate the small things giving to you!
Sadden that your father wasn’t in your life? It wasn't to make you feel fatherless, but to mold you independently.
No support from your mom? It wasn't because she hated you! It was to teach you how to be a great mom with your son. One who encourage, supports and shows love; emotionally, physically and mentally.
Remember your sisters having kids as young teenagers and you had to help care for them. It wasn't because they didn't want you to have a childhood. It was so you could know your own full worth and treat your body like a temple.
Don’t cry little girl! You don’t see what I see!
Inner Peace
Your fire burns bright
so let it burn little one
there will come your way
those who seek to extinguish
your light forever but you are a fighter
Pick your battles wisely though
there's a green eyed twisted fuck
coming your way flee from him
he will kill you if he can
introduce you to the dragon
seek to suck your soul from you
with his money and jealousy
addicting you to him with the needle
It will seem to cost you every thing
but you will get to your feet
after being knocked out by walls that hit back
you are going to walk a long winding path
with many dead ends
Demons will dance in your head
driving you mad
cutting at your skin seeking to peel it back
to see whats hidden inside
sheering your beautiful locks
in fits of rage and self hate
Little one you will feel as if
your skin is on fire at times
you will look death in its eyes and spit acid
the fight continues
there is one purpose still at hand
to move on from this life with some knowledge
Don't fight with walls
that don't crumble
learn to love yourself
sweet child then you will have
what you seek inner peace
Your fire burns bright
so let it burn little one
there will come your way
those who seek to extinguish
your light forever but you are a fighter
Pick your battles wisely though
there's a green eyed twisted fuck
coming your way flee from him
he will kill you if he can
introduce you to the dragon
seek to suck your soul from you
with his money and jealousy
addicting you to him with the needle
It will seem to cost you every thing
but you will get to your feet
after being knocked out by walls that hit back
you are going to walk a long winding path
with many dead ends
Demons will dance in your head
driving you mad
cutting at your skin seeking to peel it back
to see whats hidden inside
sheering your beautiful locks
in fits of rage and self hate
Little one you will feel as if
your skin is on fire at times
you will look death in its eyes and spit acid
the fight continues
there is one purpose still at hand
to move on from this life with some knowledge
Don't fight with walls
that don't crumble
learn to love yourself
sweet child then you will have
what you seek inner peace
Moments, Do they come and go
The things you wanted to hold onto,
All that we could ever know,
-Time, does it rub away what once was,
Into what now is,
This constant variable,
Represents what doesn't show,
-Change is inevitable,
But harder to let go,
Of what now is only a memory,
Only to forego,
Proceed in this ongoing present,
Which will mean nothing of what
-Tomorrow will bring,
A memory, only being what it is,
Untouchable, Far off in the horizon,
So beautiful, How it is portrayed,
Images so perfect,
-Resemblances that will never fade,
But have you forgotten,
-Already?
Through all of the time that has passed,
Yesterday, recollections do they replay,
Tomorrow, you have come too fast,
Neglected of the hours that are leaving today,
Moments that will never last,
-Replaced by these new memories,
This steady crescent, Of what time has made unto us,
Time is constant, Change is inevitable,
So it mocks me,
-The waning hour glass
The things you wanted to hold onto,
All that we could ever know,
-Time, does it rub away what once was,
Into what now is,
This constant variable,
Represents what doesn't show,
-Change is inevitable,
But harder to let go,
Of what now is only a memory,
Only to forego,
Proceed in this ongoing present,
Which will mean nothing of what
-Tomorrow will bring,
A memory, only being what it is,
Untouchable, Far off in the horizon,
So beautiful, How it is portrayed,
Images so perfect,
-Resemblances that will never fade,
But have you forgotten,
-Already?
Through all of the time that has passed,
Yesterday, recollections do they replay,
Tomorrow, you have come too fast,
Neglected of the hours that are leaving today,
Moments that will never last,
-Replaced by these new memories,
This steady crescent, Of what time has made unto us,
Time is constant, Change is inevitable,
So it mocks me,
-The waning hour glass
Retrospective
And you say "this is how I feel",
all those things you won't regret
then you're calling God again
to set phrases in the air.
Let you pain go out, scream
let that noise take what is left
didn't realize indeed
we become the choices that we take.
Stand up, take a deep breath
you know everything will end
after all keep your smile
grow stronger trough this pain.
Take a walk, no matter what
coz some things will never change
what is time? just memories
seeking deep inside you'll rest
One more time
just once again
stand up
move on your way
keep the stronger feelings in
all that sorrow belong to them.
And you say "this is how I feel",
all those things you won't regret
then you're calling God again
to set phrases in the air.
Let you pain go out, scream
let that noise take what is left
didn't realize indeed
we become the choices that we take.
Stand up, take a deep breath
you know everything will end
after all keep your smile
grow stronger trough this pain.
Take a walk, no matter what
coz some things will never change
what is time? just memories
seeking deep inside you'll rest
One more time
just once again
stand up
move on your way
keep the stronger feelings in
all that sorrow belong to them.
Thank you all so very much for participating in this competition 
it was my first of many and I loved reading everyone's work. All the different styles and incites was an fantastic! I wish I could give everyone an award Thank you again!
it was my first of many and I loved reading everyone's work. All the different styles and incites was an fantastic! I wish I could give everyone an award Thank you again!
