Poetry competition CLOSED 26th September 2012 1:33am
WINNER
MrAlptraum (Mr A)
MrAlptraum (Mr A)
RUNNER-UP:
lepperochan
Suicide
Anonymous
Mine is going to be age resticted, vivid and real...
Want to have this thread resticted first or should I post in my poems and crack a link?
<Not for the kids>
Want to have this thread resticted first or should I post in my poems and crack a link?
<Not for the kids>
AliP said:Mine is going to be age resticted, vivid and real...
Want to have this thread resticted first or should I post in my poems and crack a link?
<Not for the kids>
i've just restricted this thread due to your warning. If we deem the contents of your poem as appropriate for everyone to read, please be sure the restriction will be removed.
thanks for letting us know in advance.
Want to have this thread resticted first or should I post in my poems and crack a link?
<Not for the kids>
i've just restricted this thread due to your warning. If we deem the contents of your poem as appropriate for everyone to read, please be sure the restriction will be removed.
thanks for letting us know in advance.
Anonymous
Thank You -x-
My Cock
Some days were crazy, some nights were worse.
Spent some crap filled months
watching my family
dissipate.
I had taken it all in
all fucken in .
The accusations
that my writing
propelled
to hurt.
Yes, I took it in
The insults.
The four years I had worked
while the money was spent
there was nothing left.
Not an emotional cent.
I realised one day [ a crazy day]
That the possibility of losing my children
was reality
(divorse is like that apparently)
and the nights began.
Alcohol induced blunders
of emotional curse.
Drank so much, I was wrecked
not part of this god-damned earth.
Early one sunless morning
finished the bar , got in my car
slammed the door shut,
hit the road
to fast
and far to inebriated
realised it had been 2 years since we had
made love, shagged or fucked.
So I pulled out my cock
as I drove them lonely dark streets
made the head stand straight.
Found a bridge
stared at it.
Trying to decide
what’s first
stop wanking
or start dying?
Fuck
I still can’t understand
why I thought
I was fucked in the mind.
But emotions play games
with intelligence.
That is when
intelligence just
didn’t fucken exist.
Tied the rope round my neck
took a walk to the bridge
stared down at the
motorway cars
doing the early morning sprint.
Decided to give it a go
on the third
One .
Two .
Three .
I did
that rope held tight
my erection left me like a beer in the throat.
I was trying to stop breathing
I was ready for this.
Said a prayer.
Waited.
Held my breath.
(held my cock, kept it safe baby, kept it safe.)
Fuck-all
happened.
Next thing I knew
I was surrounded by blue lights
and some red ones
too.
All I could think of was
my cock.
could I get it
hard again?
-x-
-x-
My Cock
Some days were crazy, some nights were worse.
Spent some crap filled months
watching my family
dissipate.
I had taken it all in
all fucken in .
The accusations
that my writing
propelled
to hurt.
Yes, I took it in
The insults.
The four years I had worked
while the money was spent
there was nothing left.
Not an emotional cent.
I realised one day [ a crazy day]
That the possibility of losing my children
was reality
(divorse is like that apparently)
and the nights began.
Alcohol induced blunders
of emotional curse.
Drank so much, I was wrecked
not part of this god-damned earth.
Early one sunless morning
finished the bar , got in my car
slammed the door shut,
hit the road
to fast
and far to inebriated
realised it had been 2 years since we had
made love, shagged or fucked.
So I pulled out my cock
as I drove them lonely dark streets
made the head stand straight.
Found a bridge
stared at it.
Trying to decide
what’s first
stop wanking
or start dying?
Fuck
I still can’t understand
why I thought
I was fucked in the mind.
But emotions play games
with intelligence.
That is when
intelligence just
didn’t fucken exist.
Tied the rope round my neck
took a walk to the bridge
stared down at the
motorway cars
doing the early morning sprint.
Decided to give it a go
on the third
One .
Two .
Three .
I did
that rope held tight
my erection left me like a beer in the throat.
I was trying to stop breathing
I was ready for this.
Said a prayer.
Waited.
Held my breath.
(held my cock, kept it safe baby, kept it safe.)
Fuck-all
happened.
Next thing I knew
I was surrounded by blue lights
and some red ones
too.
All I could think of was
my cock.
could I get it
hard again?
-x-
-x-
You're gonna let the world know
before you do anything?
You fucking idiot...
Send out your global farewell
before you even muster a paper cut.
Hand out your address
and a few tear drops
before you even consider
that packet of paracetamol.
Watch them come running
with pockets full of concern.
You should be covering the floor
with yourself right now,
but you're probably too busy
being touched.
As someone who knows
a few who have really
gone for it,
and I mean really fucking gone for it,
I hope that paper cut
that runs across instead of straight down
magically does the job.
You don't need to do it yourself...
you keep acting like that,
someone is going to do it for you.
Pull your self together,
lay off the drugs,
maybe get a little fresh air.
Just stop acting like a faggot
and staring so hard in the mirror.
It takes a lot more than
a waste of space
to really do it,
so you'll be fine...
(maybe an upset stomach for a few hours)
Christ, I just hope
no one who really
doesn't want to be here
hears about you...
It's quite the 'off topic'
for passing jokes.
before you do anything?
You fucking idiot...
Send out your global farewell
before you even muster a paper cut.
Hand out your address
and a few tear drops
before you even consider
that packet of paracetamol.
Watch them come running
with pockets full of concern.
You should be covering the floor
with yourself right now,
but you're probably too busy
being touched.
As someone who knows
a few who have really
gone for it,
and I mean really fucking gone for it,
I hope that paper cut
that runs across instead of straight down
magically does the job.
You don't need to do it yourself...
you keep acting like that,
someone is going to do it for you.
Pull your self together,
lay off the drugs,
maybe get a little fresh air.
Just stop acting like a faggot
and staring so hard in the mirror.
It takes a lot more than
a waste of space
to really do it,
so you'll be fine...
(maybe an upset stomach for a few hours)
Christ, I just hope
no one who really
doesn't want to be here
hears about you...
It's quite the 'off topic'
for passing jokes.
The killing of Me (9th nov '09)
It never ends.
Even man has his limits.
I never asked for all of this,
But I never denied it.
Four years have passed,
My guardian angel hasn’t watched over me.
Faith left my soul a long time ago.
I’ve suffered consistently.
But you’ll never see it on my face.
You’ll never know if your friend is dying.
I won’t tell you.
I can’t tell you.
It just doesn’t feel right.
The first time I cut myself,
I got addicted to the pain.
It felt so right,
So simple,
So natural.
No! I’m not emo!
I just had issues.
Anger management, If you may.
The past has a way of sneaking up on you.
Like a bottomless pit you try to run from,
It only gets bigger until you fall,
But then you wake up.
It was a dream,
Or was it?
You try to pick up the pieces,
But they all look alike,
The nightmare puzzle.
I died last year.
For a moment I felt my heart stop.
I heard eternity in everything.
The beats pounded in my head,
They got louder every time as they slowed down.
Then nothing. And I was no more.
But something won’t let me be at peace.
Fate truly has a wicked sense of humor.
It shows you freedom and pulls you back into slavery.
I awoke and saw my hazy world again,
The slow rumble of the morning traffic.
A life of priority and meaning for hypocrites.
For all those believers and politicians,
All those working mothers and cheating fathers.
May they suffer a death far worse than mine.
You understand me.
You are my friend.
You feel my pain just like I feel yours.
But I cannot change even if you want me to.
I hate myself.
I hate my life.
I hate this world.
These laws, These people,
These fakers, These liars,
These pretentious bastards,
Their idea of peace,
And their need for self destruction.
Bullshit fed intravenously to the world,
Only difference is,
I see it.
I’d rather see me die than become them.
I’d rather end this stupidity with my own hands.
But I am dying.
Now, At this moment of time,
I’m gonna lose it all.
When all this time I saw,
I learned and I suffered.
Now it amounts to nothing.
I smoked like my life depended on it,
I drank like there was no tomorrow,
I did drugs to put addicts to shame,
I partied till my strength gave way,
I lived at a 100 miles an hour.
But I never lived the life of the common man.
I never sold myself to the system.
Now I will die with a smile.
Years of hatred have killed me for good,
But I can still smile.
I lived more than I should have,
But I bare my scars, Proud.
You will not remember me.
I am now dead.
You can’t save me.
I will scream for you.
But you must let me go.
My black rose is withering.
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/images/uploads/poemimages/46827.jpg
It never ends.
Even man has his limits.
I never asked for all of this,
But I never denied it.
Four years have passed,
My guardian angel hasn’t watched over me.
Faith left my soul a long time ago.
I’ve suffered consistently.
But you’ll never see it on my face.
You’ll never know if your friend is dying.
I won’t tell you.
I can’t tell you.
It just doesn’t feel right.
The first time I cut myself,
I got addicted to the pain.
It felt so right,
So simple,
So natural.
No! I’m not emo!
I just had issues.
Anger management, If you may.
The past has a way of sneaking up on you.
Like a bottomless pit you try to run from,
It only gets bigger until you fall,
But then you wake up.
It was a dream,
Or was it?
You try to pick up the pieces,
But they all look alike,
The nightmare puzzle.
I died last year.
For a moment I felt my heart stop.
I heard eternity in everything.
The beats pounded in my head,
They got louder every time as they slowed down.
Then nothing. And I was no more.
But something won’t let me be at peace.
Fate truly has a wicked sense of humor.
It shows you freedom and pulls you back into slavery.
I awoke and saw my hazy world again,
The slow rumble of the morning traffic.
A life of priority and meaning for hypocrites.
For all those believers and politicians,
All those working mothers and cheating fathers.
May they suffer a death far worse than mine.
You understand me.
You are my friend.
You feel my pain just like I feel yours.
But I cannot change even if you want me to.
I hate myself.
I hate my life.
I hate this world.
These laws, These people,
These fakers, These liars,
These pretentious bastards,
Their idea of peace,
And their need for self destruction.
Bullshit fed intravenously to the world,
Only difference is,
I see it.
I’d rather see me die than become them.
I’d rather end this stupidity with my own hands.
But I am dying.
Now, At this moment of time,
I’m gonna lose it all.
When all this time I saw,
I learned and I suffered.
Now it amounts to nothing.
I smoked like my life depended on it,
I drank like there was no tomorrow,
I did drugs to put addicts to shame,
I partied till my strength gave way,
I lived at a 100 miles an hour.
But I never lived the life of the common man.
I never sold myself to the system.
Now I will die with a smile.
Years of hatred have killed me for good,
But I can still smile.
I lived more than I should have,
But I bare my scars, Proud.
You will not remember me.
I am now dead.
You can’t save me.
I will scream for you.
But you must let me go.
My black rose is withering.
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/images/uploads/poemimages/46827.jpg
I've never titled this but I wrote it after my cousin Jesse killed himself ...
Your time had come
as
you held that gun
couldn't sit still
too scared to feel
Body wired
mind at a loss..
What came next
depended on the toss
so get up off your knees momma
no need to pray
If i wake up
i'll no longer play
and please forgive me
while my brains
spray splattered
for it is not your soul
I wish to have shattered..
and momma
live each day like
it could be your last
and please remember
that
even after I pass
I'll be right here
with you
to see you through
so
until we meet up again
on
the other side
keep your head up
it
was
just
my time to ride...
Your time had come
as
you held that gun
couldn't sit still
too scared to feel
Body wired
mind at a loss..
What came next
depended on the toss
so get up off your knees momma
no need to pray
If i wake up
i'll no longer play
and please forgive me
while my brains
spray splattered
for it is not your soul
I wish to have shattered..
and momma
live each day like
it could be your last
and please remember
that
even after I pass
I'll be right here
with you
to see you through
so
until we meet up again
on
the other side
keep your head up
it
was
just
my time to ride...
The stiff crack of a bottle
or bone, within or against,
it's only clear to the reciever.
As though a radio could hear
it, it picked up and scrambled
and picked up again, each
voice a relative, acquantance,
or friend.
"Oh, you look lovely in that
dress! Your eyes the perfect
shade of blue."
Grandma, oh, it's been too
long.
"I believe the correct thing
is to say 'Hello.'" She gleamed
with a smile likened to angels
in song.
The radio all at once buzzed to
a lifeless stop and I realized something:
I've found my home.
or bone, within or against,
it's only clear to the reciever.
As though a radio could hear
it, it picked up and scrambled
and picked up again, each
voice a relative, acquantance,
or friend.
"Oh, you look lovely in that
dress! Your eyes the perfect
shade of blue."
Grandma, oh, it's been too
long.
"I believe the correct thing
is to say 'Hello.'" She gleamed
with a smile likened to angels
in song.
The radio all at once buzzed to
a lifeless stop and I realized something:
I've found my home.
AliP said:Thank You -x-
My Cock
Some days were crazy, some nights were worse.
Spent some crap filled months
watching my family
dissipate.
I had taken it all in
all fucken in .
The accusations
that my writing
propelled
to hurt.
Yes, I took it in
The insults.
The four years I had worked
while the money was spent
there was nothing left.
Not an emotional cent.
I realised one day [ a crazy day]
That the possibility of losing my children
was reality
(divorse is like that apparently)
and the nights began.
Alcohol induced blunders
of emotional curse.
Drank so much, I was wrecked
not part of this god-damned earth.
Early one sunless morning
finished the bar , got in my car
slammed the door shut,
hit the road
to fast
and far to inebriated
realised it had been 2 years since we had
made love, shagged or fucked.
So I pulled out my cock
as I drove them lonely dark streets
made the head stand straight.
Found a bridge
stared at it.
Trying to decide
what’s first
stop wanking
or start dying?
Fuck
I still can’t understand
why I thought
I was fucked in the mind.
But emotions play games
with intelligence.
That is when
intelligence just
didn’t fucken exist.
Tied the rope round my neck
took a walk to the bridge
stared down at the
motorway cars
doing the early morning sprint.
Decided to give it a go
on the third
One .
Two .
Three .
I did
that rope held tight
my erection left me like a beer in the throat.
I was trying to stop breathing
I was ready for this.
Said a prayer.
Waited.
Held my breath.
(held my cock, kept it safe baby, kept it safe.)
Fuck-all
happened.
Next thing I knew
I was surrounded by blue lights
and some red ones
too.
All I could think of was
my cock.
could I get it
hard again?
-x-
-x-
Oh my god. This is by far the most beautifully honest thing i've had the honor of reading concerning this subject. thank you . and I don't mean to cloud the thread just had to say that. it's a must I go read more of you .
My Cock
Some days were crazy, some nights were worse.
Spent some crap filled months
watching my family
dissipate.
I had taken it all in
all fucken in .
The accusations
that my writing
propelled
to hurt.
Yes, I took it in
The insults.
The four years I had worked
while the money was spent
there was nothing left.
Not an emotional cent.
I realised one day [ a crazy day]
That the possibility of losing my children
was reality
(divorse is like that apparently)
and the nights began.
Alcohol induced blunders
of emotional curse.
Drank so much, I was wrecked
not part of this god-damned earth.
Early one sunless morning
finished the bar , got in my car
slammed the door shut,
hit the road
to fast
and far to inebriated
realised it had been 2 years since we had
made love, shagged or fucked.
So I pulled out my cock
as I drove them lonely dark streets
made the head stand straight.
Found a bridge
stared at it.
Trying to decide
what’s first
stop wanking
or start dying?
Fuck
I still can’t understand
why I thought
I was fucked in the mind.
But emotions play games
with intelligence.
That is when
intelligence just
didn’t fucken exist.
Tied the rope round my neck
took a walk to the bridge
stared down at the
motorway cars
doing the early morning sprint.
Decided to give it a go
on the third
One .
Two .
Three .
I did
that rope held tight
my erection left me like a beer in the throat.
I was trying to stop breathing
I was ready for this.
Said a prayer.
Waited.
Held my breath.
(held my cock, kept it safe baby, kept it safe.)
Fuck-all
happened.
Next thing I knew
I was surrounded by blue lights
and some red ones
too.
All I could think of was
my cock.
could I get it
hard again?
-x-
-x-
Oh my god. This is by far the most beautifully honest thing i've had the honor of reading concerning this subject. thank you . and I don't mean to cloud the thread just had to say that. it's a must I go read more of you .
Fare Lady
my fare lady that you loved..
why must those who shout brake you down?
sometimes sleeping helps forget...forget the
pain indeed inside her.
to have empty days and bullshit nights.
sleeping to forget that she has no reason to smile.
vines sprouted flowers around her ribcage.
slowly keeping it all to herself.
Closing her eyes to drift from herself
to bring forth emptiness
blackening every light that surrounds her
so no more eyes will she see
scratching her brain like metallic hand
leaving her body apone this land
letting her sleepless nights shut down her thoughts
dividing herself and the world apart
nothing can save her from her lonely dark road
to carry her mission all alone
smiling of smells the sakura tree
even thou her eyes will not see
drifting from her self from bull shit nights
resting to forget that it wount be alright
sleeping to forget the pain that graves in her
heart
Mellowing out the sounds and deviding them apart
blinded eyes will never see light
once apone a time on that faithful night
-Kumiko Yamamoto
my fare lady that you loved..
why must those who shout brake you down?
sometimes sleeping helps forget...forget the
pain indeed inside her.
to have empty days and bullshit nights.
sleeping to forget that she has no reason to smile.
vines sprouted flowers around her ribcage.
slowly keeping it all to herself.
Closing her eyes to drift from herself
to bring forth emptiness
blackening every light that surrounds her
so no more eyes will she see
scratching her brain like metallic hand
leaving her body apone this land
letting her sleepless nights shut down her thoughts
dividing herself and the world apart
nothing can save her from her lonely dark road
to carry her mission all alone
smiling of smells the sakura tree
even thou her eyes will not see
drifting from her self from bull shit nights
resting to forget that it wount be alright
sleeping to forget the pain that graves in her
heart
Mellowing out the sounds and deviding them apart
blinded eyes will never see light
once apone a time on that faithful night
-Kumiko Yamamoto
I'm done
I'm over it
It is normal to feel this way
Normal to want to die
To leave your friends and family
The ones you love
I just don't want to be hear anymore
I can't take the pain
The hurtful names
And the hateful stares
I don't want to live this life
This destiny
I'm sorry if I have caused you pain
I just don't want to be that person anymore
I know I shouldn’t feel this way I have a good life
But I don’t want this life anymore
It's no longer mine
I'll be gone soon enough
I'm over it
It is normal to feel this way
Normal to want to die
To leave your friends and family
The ones you love
I just don't want to be hear anymore
I can't take the pain
The hurtful names
And the hateful stares
I don't want to live this life
This destiny
I'm sorry if I have caused you pain
I just don't want to be that person anymore
I know I shouldn’t feel this way I have a good life
But I don’t want this life anymore
It's no longer mine
I'll be gone soon enough
I heard a voice inside
my head
telling me i wish
i was dead
i expressed myself in
many ways
thinking about the
lonely days
the pain was deep and hard
to hide
so i thought of suicide
I rapped a sheet around
my neck
and lost
my breath within a sec
every since that day
i learned to be more
even though i live through
pain and unhealed soars
a total stranger gave
me inspiration
today i carry on through expectation
but i'll never forget the
day i tried
to fail myself by
committing suicide
my head
telling me i wish
i was dead
i expressed myself in
many ways
thinking about the
lonely days
the pain was deep and hard
to hide
so i thought of suicide
I rapped a sheet around
my neck
and lost
my breath within a sec
every since that day
i learned to be more
even though i live through
pain and unhealed soars
a total stranger gave
me inspiration
today i carry on through expectation
but i'll never forget the
day i tried
to fail myself by
committing suicide
Warning Killer Kid.
while you sit on your darkened special
pedestal feeding the world
your death wish bill
slicin’ skin
buying rope
the type for
hangin’
he sits at a barstool starin' at my
worst reflection of drunkenness
in the opposite mirror
if I awake
without my denim
standing on my head
god, with any luck
it’s in the middle of
a gay pride parade
I won’t dare push't
one last time
a famous old timer ended a poem with
this lifeless killer line
“such impertinence
only makes the gods
hesitate and
delay.
ask me: I'm
72”
so I sit in waitin'
never dare
self killin'
because
I’m still learnin'
Bukawski: I'm only
40.
while you sit on your darkened special
pedestal feeding the world
your death wish bill
slicin’ skin
buying rope
the type for
hangin’
he sits at a barstool starin' at my
worst reflection of drunkenness
in the opposite mirror
if I awake
without my denim
standing on my head
god, with any luck
it’s in the middle of
a gay pride parade
I won’t dare push't
one last time
a famous old timer ended a poem with
this lifeless killer line
“such impertinence
only makes the gods
hesitate and
delay.
ask me: I'm
72”
so I sit in waitin'
never dare
self killin'
because
I’m still learnin'
Bukawski: I'm only
40.
Anonymous
“Hanging Blues”
http://ionenewsone.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/noose.jpg
It’s always been about you.
What can I do?
It’s tragic but true.
Tell me, what can I do?
You see, every time I try,
I can’t say goodbye.
Just, hang my head and cry.
My river is running dry.
Please, what can I do?
Severe drought is here.
Today, I’m hanging my blues.
http://ionenewsone.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/noose.jpg
It’s always been about you.
What can I do?
It’s tragic but true.
Tell me, what can I do?
You see, every time I try,
I can’t say goodbye.
Just, hang my head and cry.
My river is running dry.
Please, what can I do?
Severe drought is here.
Today, I’m hanging my blues.
