Poetry competition CLOSED 7th September 2012 4:44am
WINNER
lepperochan (CraicDealer)
lepperochan (CraicDealer)
RUNNER-UP:
LeColonel
Walking with someone else's toes
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Forget about yourself for a moment.
I see a lot of people on here who talk a lot about suffering and seem convinced that it's as bad as anything. I know some of you are or have suffered in ways that really are terrible in all eyes... And I know some of you just might not know the difference.
So here's a challenge. Perhaps... It won't be easy.
But I want you to write, whoever you may be, through the eyes of someone who you believe has it worse off than you. You can be completely happy and still enter this competition. The only objective is to step outside your world, your darkness, and pity.
Walk without shoes, swell your belly with hunger, and be forced to have children a 12 years old... For just a few moments...
I want to see who can give me a beautiful write that escapes self pitty and enters into the world of either apathy or sympathy.
• No word limit.
• talk all you want in between posts
• new entries only
• no collabs
Good luck
So here's a challenge. Perhaps... It won't be easy.
But I want you to write, whoever you may be, through the eyes of someone who you believe has it worse off than you. You can be completely happy and still enter this competition. The only objective is to step outside your world, your darkness, and pity.
Walk without shoes, swell your belly with hunger, and be forced to have children a 12 years old... For just a few moments...
I want to see who can give me a beautiful write that escapes self pitty and enters into the world of either apathy or sympathy.
• No word limit.
• talk all you want in between posts
• new entries only
• no collabs
Good luck
today my catholic parrot died
catholic cause it was raised
in the house of a friend of mine
devout is the word they often used
this bird was called mary in their home
and she had learnt all the tricks from them
the reason i got to have mary is a complicated one
incest is the word i would use
it so happened that there was a suicide and a murder
there was one more family member who did not know
what to do so she set herself ablaze ending in coma
it was the father who used to go to mass and say prayers
and did unchristian things to the children
probably poor bastard was confused
between love and lavey
whatever really
his favourite author was
virginie despentes
she was always locked
in his closet
it so happened
that he landed in a funny farm
and some nonchristian sicko smashed his face
one summer day after smashing a few other things
mary was living three months with me when it happened
good girl mary
always greeted me with an aplomb no woman could match
ate on time fluttered her wings talked about joshua and
michael and some disrobed guy whose wings got burnt
as he fell and she went on the chatter some more
until i played a hardcore s and m at the loudest
mary drifted into a silence and never came back
good girl mary
probably her nightmares from the christian home were back
all the sounds grunts growls yelps tears sighs moans
they probably did things to mary
as they did things to me
but it was mutually unknown
mary never greeted me since then
ate once in a while pooped less
never fluttered or cartwheeled
six weeks she took to die
in silence inside a rusted cage
undignified loveless gulittrapped
it was probably suicide
so in case there is an afterlife for animals
damn bird will be fried and burnt
whatever really mary
now that you are inside this plastic bag
do i say mass or what
sigh
Henry Harbinger
The happless Henries haunted howl
He was hooked,
Head over heels
For the high.
His heroine
He played the Harlequin to her whims
Left without love
Nothing left but death
Hemorrhaging in Hudson Hoboken
Hell hath no apathy
like the heady hero-ine
The happless Henries haunted howl
He was hooked,
Head over heels
For the high.
His heroine
He played the Harlequin to her whims
Left without love
Nothing left but death
Hemorrhaging in Hudson Hoboken
Hell hath no apathy
like the heady hero-ine
Tea parties and Fairy Tales
My Father always believed pain only came with age
and I was no age at all to know pain.
In his mind I'd be playing tea parties
with the many dolls he'd bought me.
pouring out lemonade into the dainty mugs
and passing round mud cakes
chatting with Barbie about how I'd hoped
to find my ken and Marry him.
Had he spent anytime at all at home the last twelve years
he'd have seen that fairy-tales are just that.
fairy-tales.
He'd always believed provision was paramount
spent every waking hour he could wheeling and dealing
for the mighty greenback.
My mother spent her days in a constant haze
fueled by pills and expensive alcohol
in her mind I was nothing but a bad mistake
she could barely even remember making
and she'd remind me every day in one way or another
she'd think nothing of handing me a dinner
that was half a pizza rescued from last nights bin
then slipping into the pool with both the neighbors
(I'd threatened to tell my father once.only once.
found myself face down in a pool full of water
ridiculed by the three of them
tormented with words and tortured with hands)
my mother hadn't even blinked an eye on any
of the many occasions
she'd stumbled into my bedroom
to find me undressed and tangled with a boy.
once she'd even stood in the doorway
and took pleasure in watching.
It was no wonder I took solace
in a blacked out room
started setting fire to effigies of my mother
and gouging the eyes out of dolls
that my father had bought me
If I had one grown up in the world to talk to
I might not have taken the yellow pills
that made me feel sleepy
the last time I started burning effigies of my mother
I might not have woke up here in the burns unit
covered head to toe in white bandage
with my father outside
mourning the death of his wife.
My Father always believed pain only came with age
and I was no age at all to know pain.
In his mind I'd be playing tea parties
with the many dolls he'd bought me.
pouring out lemonade into the dainty mugs
and passing round mud cakes
chatting with Barbie about how I'd hoped
to find my ken and Marry him.
Had he spent anytime at all at home the last twelve years
he'd have seen that fairy-tales are just that.
fairy-tales.
He'd always believed provision was paramount
spent every waking hour he could wheeling and dealing
for the mighty greenback.
My mother spent her days in a constant haze
fueled by pills and expensive alcohol
in her mind I was nothing but a bad mistake
she could barely even remember making
and she'd remind me every day in one way or another
she'd think nothing of handing me a dinner
that was half a pizza rescued from last nights bin
then slipping into the pool with both the neighbors
(I'd threatened to tell my father once.only once.
found myself face down in a pool full of water
ridiculed by the three of them
tormented with words and tortured with hands)
my mother hadn't even blinked an eye on any
of the many occasions
she'd stumbled into my bedroom
to find me undressed and tangled with a boy.
once she'd even stood in the doorway
and took pleasure in watching.
It was no wonder I took solace
in a blacked out room
started setting fire to effigies of my mother
and gouging the eyes out of dolls
that my father had bought me
If I had one grown up in the world to talk to
I might not have taken the yellow pills
that made me feel sleepy
the last time I started burning effigies of my mother
I might not have woke up here in the burns unit
covered head to toe in white bandage
with my father outside
mourning the death of his wife.
For Lisa We had it tough as kids
Me my friends
But Lisa she may have been the strongest of the bunch
but she was also the one with no fight
Who could blame her?
Mom and dad on heroin
Most family members dying of AID's
Never shed a tear for anyone
never let anyone step a toe in her shoes
She took it all without a fight
The beatings for her moms mistakes
Had burn marks all over her tiny frame
Better her then her strung out mother
She'd say
Told us she had a seed growing from her daddies semen
Took it for her baby sister
now she is raising her own baby sister
Lives alone with her child
Never speaks to anyone but her own voices
Her mom and dad passed on
Brother and sister moved far away
Rest of the family six feet under
Not even a headstone to leave a flower
No grave to morn
The only thing remaining of her sacrafices
Lies asleep in the tiny room beside her
Her constant reminder
lepperochan said:Tea parties and Fairy Tales
My Father always believed pain only came with age
and I was no age at all to know pain.
In his mind I'd be playing tea parties
with the many dolls he'd bought me.
pouring cups of lemonade into the dainty mugs
and passing round mud cakes
chatting with Barbie about how I'd hoped
to find my ken and Marry him.
Had he spent anytime at all at home the last twelve years
he'd have seen that fairy-tales are just that.
fairy-tales.
He'd always believed provision was paramount
spent every waking hour he could wheeling and dealing
for the mighty greenback.
My mother spent her days in a constant haze
fueled by pills and expensive alcohol
in her mind I was nothing but a bad mistake
she could barely even remember making
and she'd remind me every day in one way or another
she'd think nothing of handing me a dinner
that was half a pizza rescued from last nights bin
then slipping into the pool with both the neighbors
(I'd threatened to tell my father once.only once.
found myself face down in a pool full of water
ridiculed by the three of them
tormented with words and tortured with hands)
my mother hadn't even blinked an eye on any
of the many occasions
she'd stumbled into my bedroom
to find me undressed and tangled with a boy.
once she'd even stood in the doorway
and took pleasure in watching.
It was no wonder I took solace
in a blacked out room
started setting fire to effigies of my mother
and gouging the eyes out of dolls
that my father had bought me
If I had one grown up in the world to talk to
I might not have taken the yellow pills
that made me feel sleepy
the last time I started burning effigies of my mother
I might not have woke up here in the burns unit
covered head to toe in white bandage
with my father outside
mourning the death of his wife.
Damn triple e, this was woe
My Father always believed pain only came with age
and I was no age at all to know pain.
In his mind I'd be playing tea parties
with the many dolls he'd bought me.
pouring cups of lemonade into the dainty mugs
and passing round mud cakes
chatting with Barbie about how I'd hoped
to find my ken and Marry him.
Had he spent anytime at all at home the last twelve years
he'd have seen that fairy-tales are just that.
fairy-tales.
He'd always believed provision was paramount
spent every waking hour he could wheeling and dealing
for the mighty greenback.
My mother spent her days in a constant haze
fueled by pills and expensive alcohol
in her mind I was nothing but a bad mistake
she could barely even remember making
and she'd remind me every day in one way or another
she'd think nothing of handing me a dinner
that was half a pizza rescued from last nights bin
then slipping into the pool with both the neighbors
(I'd threatened to tell my father once.only once.
found myself face down in a pool full of water
ridiculed by the three of them
tormented with words and tortured with hands)
my mother hadn't even blinked an eye on any
of the many occasions
she'd stumbled into my bedroom
to find me undressed and tangled with a boy.
once she'd even stood in the doorway
and took pleasure in watching.
It was no wonder I took solace
in a blacked out room
started setting fire to effigies of my mother
and gouging the eyes out of dolls
that my father had bought me
If I had one grown up in the world to talk to
I might not have taken the yellow pills
that made me feel sleepy
the last time I started burning effigies of my mother
I might not have woke up here in the burns unit
covered head to toe in white bandage
with my father outside
mourning the death of his wife.
Damn triple e, this was woe
I'm a Toy
No one to hold,
No one to hug.
Only this cruddy room-
Full of hairy bugs.
The air thick,
Heavy with the drugs
That all those big men out there
Love to smoke.
What creeps in my door,
What clouds my gray filled room,
Laying on only a mattress-
I feel mellow and dizzy.
Praying I can only be dreaming.
Dream don't exist,
Neither do they come true.
For I will never leave this room.
Not while there is a man-
A hungry man.
Willing to pay his money,
To a stranger for the night.
With a needle in my arm,
The world becomes so hazy.
And lovely to the touch.
Forgotten to only dreams.
A first I could only scream.
Monsters high over me,
In me.
Painfully.
I'm a toy.
Bought, used, and resold.
Sometimes I remember everything.
Others I can only guess.
Wonder why, does the world hate me?
Show me no love for my little life.
For my tiny body,
That hurts and burns.
Except it, the facts-
Maybe it's all my fault.
They said I was to cute,
I forced them to do-
Painful acts.
But it must be the truth.
I'm a toy.
That will never leave this room
No one to hold,
No one to hug.
Only this cruddy room-
Full of hairy bugs.
The air thick,
Heavy with the drugs
That all those big men out there
Love to smoke.
What creeps in my door,
What clouds my gray filled room,
Laying on only a mattress-
I feel mellow and dizzy.
Praying I can only be dreaming.
Dream don't exist,
Neither do they come true.
For I will never leave this room.
Not while there is a man-
A hungry man.
Willing to pay his money,
To a stranger for the night.
With a needle in my arm,
The world becomes so hazy.
And lovely to the touch.
Forgotten to only dreams.
A first I could only scream.
Monsters high over me,
In me.
Painfully.
I'm a toy.
Bought, used, and resold.
Sometimes I remember everything.
Others I can only guess.
Wonder why, does the world hate me?
Show me no love for my little life.
For my tiny body,
That hurts and burns.
Except it, the facts-
Maybe it's all my fault.
They said I was to cute,
I forced them to do-
Painful acts.
But it must be the truth.
I'm a toy.
That will never leave this room
about Lauren
a small clip of some of her story
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cpulg7FSZTQ&hd=1
Forever Tortured
devoured by darkness so evil
it frightens the night
encased forever in these walls
of scarred wood and teeth marks
proof of my failed attempts to escape
chaffed, ashen grey flesh covered bones
from years of sitting in my own waste
and a decade’s worth of crimson vomit
of meal scraps, woodchips and plastic
every other sun rise, I am drawn from my womb
fastened to a bed of anguish and agony
while a forceful slew of men and woman
lace my body with their poison
before they’d blister my skin, and abandon me again
clinging to the euphony of radio harmonies
used to drown out my cries
songs of those who claim to know my pain
they are my only companion, my solace
like a treasure box of fool’s gold found at sea
I now have deliverance from the vile cruelty
but inside, I am still weighed down by my onyx heart
rescued I may be, but tortured I will be forever
a small clip of some of her story
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cpulg7FSZTQ&hd=1
Forever Tortured
devoured by darkness so evil
it frightens the night
encased forever in these walls
of scarred wood and teeth marks
proof of my failed attempts to escape
chaffed, ashen grey flesh covered bones
from years of sitting in my own waste
and a decade’s worth of crimson vomit
of meal scraps, woodchips and plastic
every other sun rise, I am drawn from my womb
fastened to a bed of anguish and agony
while a forceful slew of men and woman
lace my body with their poison
before they’d blister my skin, and abandon me again
clinging to the euphony of radio harmonies
used to drown out my cries
songs of those who claim to know my pain
they are my only companion, my solace
like a treasure box of fool’s gold found at sea
I now have deliverance from the vile cruelty
but inside, I am still weighed down by my onyx heart
rescued I may be, but tortured I will be forever
Anonymous
Gg78 said:For Lisa
We had it tough as kids
Me my friends
But Lisa she may have been the strongest of the bunch
but she was also the one with no fight
Who could blame her?
Mom and dad on heroin
Most family members dying of AID's
Never shed a tear for anyone
never let anyone step a toe in her shoes
She took it all without a fight
The beatings for her moms mistakes
Had burn marks all over her tiny frame
Better her then her strung out mother
Told us she had a seed growing from her daddies semen
Took it for her baby sister
now she is raising her own baby sister
Lives alone with her child
Never speaks to anyone but her own voices
Her mom and dad passed on
Brother and sister moved far away
Rest of the family six feet under
Not even a headstone to leave a flower
No grave to morn
The only thing remaining of her sacrafices
Lies asleep in the tiny room beside her
Her constant reminder
Gigi, wow! Powerful stuff!
For Lisa We had it tough as kids
Me my friends
But Lisa she may have been the strongest of the bunch
but she was also the one with no fight
Who could blame her?
Mom and dad on heroin
Most family members dying of AID's
Never shed a tear for anyone
never let anyone step a toe in her shoes
She took it all without a fight
The beatings for her moms mistakes
Had burn marks all over her tiny frame
Better her then her strung out mother
Told us she had a seed growing from her daddies semen
Took it for her baby sister
now she is raising her own baby sister
Lives alone with her child
Never speaks to anyone but her own voices
Her mom and dad passed on
Brother and sister moved far away
Rest of the family six feet under
Not even a headstone to leave a flower
No grave to morn
The only thing remaining of her sacrafices
Lies asleep in the tiny room beside her
Her constant reminder
Gigi, wow! Powerful stuff!
Anonymous
Great poems everyone!
Thank you
Whitewand
Duncan
Eamon
Gigi
Shinsoku
Raorrick
It's going to be a tough decision already...
Thank you
Whitewand
Duncan
Eamon
Gigi
Shinsoku
Raorrick
It's going to be a tough decision already...
Anonymous
autumn_018 said:I see a lot of people on here who talk a lot about suffering and seem convinced that it's as bad as anything. I know some of you are or have suffered in ways that really are terrible in all eyes... And I know some of you just might not know the difference.
So here's a challenge. Perhaps... It won't be easy.
But I want you to write, whoever you may be, through the eyes of someone who you believe has it worse off than you. You can be completely happy and still enter this competition. The only objective is to step outside your world, your darkness, and pity.
Walk without shoes, swell your belly with hunger, and be forced to have children a 12 years old... For just a few moments...
I want to see who can give me a beautiful write that escapes self pitty and enters into the world of either apathy or sympathy.
• No word limit.
• talk all you want in between posts
• new entries only
• no collabs
Good luck
This is a wonderful idea, i'll be back in a while with my entry, I also love the subtle stab you're giving to the complaining kids with their petty problems, really puts it in perspective, be back with my entry soon.
So here's a challenge. Perhaps... It won't be easy.
But I want you to write, whoever you may be, through the eyes of someone who you believe has it worse off than you. You can be completely happy and still enter this competition. The only objective is to step outside your world, your darkness, and pity.
Walk without shoes, swell your belly with hunger, and be forced to have children a 12 years old... For just a few moments...
I want to see who can give me a beautiful write that escapes self pitty and enters into the world of either apathy or sympathy.
• No word limit.
• talk all you want in between posts
• new entries only
• no collabs
Good luck
This is a wonderful idea, i'll be back in a while with my entry, I also love the subtle stab you're giving to the complaining kids with their petty problems, really puts it in perspective, be back with my entry soon.
Anonymous
Putting it back in the game.
Any players welcome.
Any players welcome.
Virgin Forever
A white shiver isn't as gray as she was
More neurotic than an escaped mental patient
She left the hole buy can still see his face in the portal, the sperm gave him away
Oh. God!
She cried. No answer
Oh Goddess
She cried. The cosmos gets even stranger
in the head she remains a child, "Wind promised lies" , she said.
Hymen lies in wooden box under her arm
while she jumps the water swimming in air. ..
A white shiver isn't as gray as she was
More neurotic than an escaped mental patient
She left the hole buy can still see his face in the portal, the sperm gave him away
Oh. God!
She cried. No answer
Oh Goddess
She cried. The cosmos gets even stranger
in the head she remains a child, "Wind promised lies" , she said.
Hymen lies in wooden box under her arm
while she jumps the water swimming in air. ..
