Poetry competition CLOSED 11th July 2012 6:43pm
WINNER
hatterwithhorns (Julian)
hatterwithhorns (Julian)
RUNNER-UP:
ThePintSizdSlasher
From your soul I wanna read..
Truth Is…
My arms were meant to hold you,
Not shield myself against your rage,
Tears fleeing from my eyes,
Getting use to familiar pains,
My hands were meant to comfort,
Not try to grasp hold of what's not there,
My heart was going to love you,
Now full of rips and tears,
My body was meant to cuddle,
With you so close to me,
Now sleeping on opposite sides of life,
Leaving empty spaces in-between,
But my mouth is here to tell you,
What I never could before,
My mind and soul despises you,
So the others I will ignore...
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/59576-truth-is/
My arms were meant to hold you,
Not shield myself against your rage,
Tears fleeing from my eyes,
Getting use to familiar pains,
My hands were meant to comfort,
Not try to grasp hold of what's not there,
My heart was going to love you,
Now full of rips and tears,
My body was meant to cuddle,
With you so close to me,
Now sleeping on opposite sides of life,
Leaving empty spaces in-between,
But my mouth is here to tell you,
What I never could before,
My mind and soul despises you,
So the others I will ignore...
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/59576-truth-is/
The sands of youth
pour from me
Soon, O' so soon
I will be free
Eighteen, a simple number
seems far, yet it nears
Soon it will strike
I have less than a year
Getting older is scary
so much responsibility
Just think soon, everything
will change
For some teenager
that seems like something to fear
But I know good will come too
Still it nears.
pour from me
Soon, O' so soon
I will be free
Eighteen, a simple number
seems far, yet it nears
Soon it will strike
I have less than a year
Getting older is scary
so much responsibility
Just think soon, everything
will change
For some teenager
that seems like something to fear
But I know good will come too
Still it nears.
Anonymous
Here is another entry, this is a mixture of two of my favorite poems I wrote, entitled "Embracing Deceit" and "Converging Darkness"
Heaven inside your hell can never heal
all the shattered angels tattered wings torn covered in soot
and emasculated burning to the depths of extinction eradicated
by spike gloved demons amerged to
find torment inside the lies This heaven inside your hell light
fades away from the darkness
May you wish for the end that is all we can ever hope to be
Drowning weapon, taste the blood of the dominate armies submerged
within the heathen windows where they dream their
hidden skies apart every night this is where
I'll stand every life this is where I've always been. Immortality for he who can not breath.
One by one they shall all fade into their lost dreams
Embracing deceit into irrational thought she welcomes me inside
Secure and warm heaven inside your hell insanity slowly closing
in no solitude or peace in sight heaven inside your hell for one moment
I truly forgot my life ignorance so pure a heaven inside
Your hell. dirt covered smoke fills the air..
Dream.. Submerged within heathen windows where they dream their hidden skies apart every night
Bled foever in bliss release
Love has become the only weapon.. she.. the night must Roar
I live against anything this world holds precious.
As the man He will become, I am the poison of metamorphis the breathing
As he converges into the omnipresecent being of darkness
Around darkness covers all pragmatic destiny with tongue speak
of the sheet shattered shadows allowing my lens to return will
I ever learn there is no heaven inside of hell..
Left with all my shame and misery I am left to burn
Recollections of her.. I slowly breathe her name..
Forced beneath the light Devour what they cannot behold
She.. the must night roar. I know they're listening.
They know we mean it.
She.. the night must roar they are listening Every uttered word echoing through forgotten hallways.
Waiting like a dagger in the night for the sand to ooze out
I am the serpent beneath my cold disguise.
I am left in solitude, a solitude.. but a guranteed pain
I should've never learned.. there's no heaven inside of hell
All my rational thought, I left behind.. I trusted in her words
Plunged in bitter regret, should've never listened to her
Now I am plunged.. inside of hell with no heaven I strive to burn
Through fire and brimstone, through the depths of the Abyss
Pursuit thouh the crypts of eternity, residing into security
I cannot be found, yet i'm everywhere, hidden but there
Now I make my way through the crypts of the abyss
Hidden forevermore through the darkness.. even time cannot age me
Heaven inside your hell can never heal
all the shattered angels tattered wings torn covered in soot
and emasculated burning to the depths of extinction eradicated
by spike gloved demons amerged to
find torment inside the lies This heaven inside your hell light
fades away from the darkness
May you wish for the end that is all we can ever hope to be
Drowning weapon, taste the blood of the dominate armies submerged
within the heathen windows where they dream their
hidden skies apart every night this is where
I'll stand every life this is where I've always been. Immortality for he who can not breath.
One by one they shall all fade into their lost dreams
Embracing deceit into irrational thought she welcomes me inside
Secure and warm heaven inside your hell insanity slowly closing
in no solitude or peace in sight heaven inside your hell for one moment
I truly forgot my life ignorance so pure a heaven inside
Your hell. dirt covered smoke fills the air..
Dream.. Submerged within heathen windows where they dream their hidden skies apart every night
Bled foever in bliss release
Love has become the only weapon.. she.. the night must Roar
I live against anything this world holds precious.
As the man He will become, I am the poison of metamorphis the breathing
As he converges into the omnipresecent being of darkness
Around darkness covers all pragmatic destiny with tongue speak
of the sheet shattered shadows allowing my lens to return will
I ever learn there is no heaven inside of hell..
Left with all my shame and misery I am left to burn
Recollections of her.. I slowly breathe her name..
Forced beneath the light Devour what they cannot behold
She.. the must night roar. I know they're listening.
They know we mean it.
She.. the night must roar they are listening Every uttered word echoing through forgotten hallways.
Waiting like a dagger in the night for the sand to ooze out
I am the serpent beneath my cold disguise.
I am left in solitude, a solitude.. but a guranteed pain
I should've never learned.. there's no heaven inside of hell
All my rational thought, I left behind.. I trusted in her words
Plunged in bitter regret, should've never listened to her
Now I am plunged.. inside of hell with no heaven I strive to burn
Through fire and brimstone, through the depths of the Abyss
Pursuit thouh the crypts of eternity, residing into security
I cannot be found, yet i'm everywhere, hidden but there
Now I make my way through the crypts of the abyss
Hidden forevermore through the darkness.. even time cannot age me
Sunshine
He who makes a beast out of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man - Samuel Johnson
Meloncholic,
addicted to his gut-wrenching
torture,
she spends her days sitting
upon stacks of books she'll never read.
She will wash his feet in the blood
of her own pathetic
self-pity.
They feed
off of their own flesh,
revolting yet tantalizing.
With each tear of her once-whole
skin
She regurgitates a thin piece of string,
a rope that is tied to the ravaged
pieces of her guilt,
run through by the thick lance
of impression.
Her feelings for him are stewed
in the cast-iron pot of manipulation
and when he's finished devouring her mentality
she is left to scrape the remnants of herself
from the bottom of that pot.
Her body is christened with bruises and blood,
brought on only by herself as she throws
herself to the feet of her captor,
gazing through a jagged drape that is her hair
at his dashing brutality and many pages of lust
that wash through her with a searing white pain
Self-immolating her every inch.
She is trapped in her own mindset;
shackled by the iron chains of intimidation
to thin skull walls,
convulsing,
screaming as they fuck
not quite rape but not consensual
and she wonders to herself,
if it were she that had unlocked the doors
and by doing so begged this intruder to visit
to torture,
burn,
tear
at her teddy-bear soul?
He who makes a beast out of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man - Samuel Johnson
Meloncholic,
addicted to his gut-wrenching
torture,
she spends her days sitting
upon stacks of books she'll never read.
She will wash his feet in the blood
of her own pathetic
self-pity.
They feed
off of their own flesh,
revolting yet tantalizing.
With each tear of her once-whole
skin
She regurgitates a thin piece of string,
a rope that is tied to the ravaged
pieces of her guilt,
run through by the thick lance
of impression.
Her feelings for him are stewed
in the cast-iron pot of manipulation
and when he's finished devouring her mentality
she is left to scrape the remnants of herself
from the bottom of that pot.
Her body is christened with bruises and blood,
brought on only by herself as she throws
herself to the feet of her captor,
gazing through a jagged drape that is her hair
at his dashing brutality and many pages of lust
that wash through her with a searing white pain
Self-immolating her every inch.
She is trapped in her own mindset;
shackled by the iron chains of intimidation
to thin skull walls,
convulsing,
screaming as they fuck
not quite rape but not consensual
and she wonders to herself,
if it were she that had unlocked the doors
and by doing so begged this intruder to visit
to torture,
burn,
tear
at her teddy-bear soul?
Father
As hard as stone,
as cold as ice.
On his head the crown,
that we despise.
We can not lift our heads up high,
we stumble and we fall and die.
A weapon held against him crumbles,
a hero come to save us stumbles.
A god unleashing his wrath will fall,
he has enslaved us, stands above us all.
He reigns with eyes as deep as the sea,
that look so cold, your heart will freeze.
His voice can chase the strongest man away,
and no matter who, he has to obey.
And yet someone made him shiver,
someone made him quiver in fear.
Someone he held so very dear,
someone for whom he cried a river.
Big brown eyes, a soothing voice,
all day long she played with toys,
everytime she needed to see her dad
her came to hold her, patted her head.
But once he could not find a way
the world blackened and went grey,
his daughter died and slowly he
died with her and set us free.
A man as hard and cold as ice,
a man that everyone despised,
and yet a father as no one will ever see,
he cared too much and ceased to be.
As hard as stone,
as cold as ice.
On his head the crown,
that we despise.
We can not lift our heads up high,
we stumble and we fall and die.
A weapon held against him crumbles,
a hero come to save us stumbles.
A god unleashing his wrath will fall,
he has enslaved us, stands above us all.
He reigns with eyes as deep as the sea,
that look so cold, your heart will freeze.
His voice can chase the strongest man away,
and no matter who, he has to obey.
And yet someone made him shiver,
someone made him quiver in fear.
Someone he held so very dear,
someone for whom he cried a river.
Big brown eyes, a soothing voice,
all day long she played with toys,
everytime she needed to see her dad
her came to hold her, patted her head.
But once he could not find a way
the world blackened and went grey,
his daughter died and slowly he
died with her and set us free.
A man as hard and cold as ice,
a man that everyone despised,
and yet a father as no one will ever see,
he cared too much and ceased to be.
Poem #1 "Back To Colors"
Remember being a kid, when dreams happened ever minute
And the sky never had a limit, and you never descended from cloud 9
Until you had a happy ending, or until I found mine,
Then I grew up learned, this is hell on earth, and I can't turn
I can only earn the knowledge to survive, up most frolic mind, indulged in diabolic times, where dying is reality, 1993 is when I entered this lottery, of the slaughtering, and NO! I wasn't offered a thing, to be a human being, Life is stress, I am either that or depressed, Sad to see myself light another cigarette, I am either testing death, or not afraid of it yet, and graveyards really never gave me the goosebumps, But now I see my grandpas in one, I might change my state of mind, Late at night when I actually do sleep, Its a baffling fools dream, To succeed, in poetry or this "something", Because I don't see it as a gift, I believe it has to do with this shit, I been put through hells flames, And have yet to see someone call my name, So I throw pain, in each page, what happened in believing in someone these days, I try so hard to keep a clean slate, but my mind state, is a rewindable tape, where the past, comes back, to bite me in my ass, my brain waves, I could feel them in a insane way, I have migraines, bad enough to make yourself want to blow your brains, I either need to shut up and stop the complaints, or start sniffing paint, either one to maker me forget, this bullshit, handing down full writ, poems, hoping they feel them and post them, I'm trying so hard, my hand has a permanent scar, Where the pen lies, No friends all they do is just lie, Finalized, Its been one hell of a rough ride, and tough life, THen again, never depend on men, do it yourself I guess, The sky never had a message to tell me, To get me out of this mess, So can you see why I am failing, To put a God into my rhymes, Or my life, I either have a closed mind, Or poisoned eyes
Remember being a kid, when dreams happened ever minute
And the sky never had a limit, and you never descended from cloud 9
Until you had a happy ending, or until I found mine,
Then I grew up learned, this is hell on earth, and I can't turn
I can only earn the knowledge to survive, up most frolic mind, indulged in diabolic times, where dying is reality, 1993 is when I entered this lottery, of the slaughtering, and NO! I wasn't offered a thing, to be a human being, Life is stress, I am either that or depressed, Sad to see myself light another cigarette, I am either testing death, or not afraid of it yet, and graveyards really never gave me the goosebumps, But now I see my grandpas in one, I might change my state of mind, Late at night when I actually do sleep, Its a baffling fools dream, To succeed, in poetry or this "something", Because I don't see it as a gift, I believe it has to do with this shit, I been put through hells flames, And have yet to see someone call my name, So I throw pain, in each page, what happened in believing in someone these days, I try so hard to keep a clean slate, but my mind state, is a rewindable tape, where the past, comes back, to bite me in my ass, my brain waves, I could feel them in a insane way, I have migraines, bad enough to make yourself want to blow your brains, I either need to shut up and stop the complaints, or start sniffing paint, either one to maker me forget, this bullshit, handing down full writ, poems, hoping they feel them and post them, I'm trying so hard, my hand has a permanent scar, Where the pen lies, No friends all they do is just lie, Finalized, Its been one hell of a rough ride, and tough life, THen again, never depend on men, do it yourself I guess, The sky never had a message to tell me, To get me out of this mess, So can you see why I am failing, To put a God into my rhymes, Or my life, I either have a closed mind, Or poisoned eyes
