Poetry competition CLOSED 27th September 2012 10:03pm
WINNER
AlwaysCaliban (Caliban)
AlwaysCaliban (Caliban)
RUNNER-UP:
Indie
Dream
I Love You More
Dear Lover, I can tell you now, how I can prove I'm sure.
I know now, what I knew then: I always loved you more.
See last night I got just one wish,
Before turning my brain loose.
And my brave subconcious self decided,
To switch my body to you.
I had your sharp green eyes so I could,
Cut you like a knife,
And give you the piercing, heart-beating glare,
Like I could end your life.
I had your hands, so strong and wide,
To punch right through the door,
And I had your muscled back and arms,
and all your wisdom stored.
Like all my dreams, you were there,
Only strangely, you were me.
Small and ugly and in the way,
And begging to be free.
Do you see now how I proved it,
What I've always known for sure?
Though you loved me dearly,
I always loved you more.
I loved you more because I couldn't,
Throw you across the floor.
I didn't have the courage
to toss you up against the door.
I couldn't find hate in my heart,
Worth marking your face for all to see,
I couldn't make you look the whole world in the eye,
Ashamed but met with pity.
See, I should have done you justice,
For the things you put me through,
Should have hurt you, should have scared you,
But I just couldn't do that to you.
There it is: I've proven my point.
Some things in this life I know.
I loved you truly, in and out,
You just didn't, it's time to let go.
Dear Lover, I can tell you now, how I can prove I'm sure.
I know now, what I knew then: I always loved you more.
See last night I got just one wish,
Before turning my brain loose.
And my brave subconcious self decided,
To switch my body to you.
I had your sharp green eyes so I could,
Cut you like a knife,
And give you the piercing, heart-beating glare,
Like I could end your life.
I had your hands, so strong and wide,
To punch right through the door,
And I had your muscled back and arms,
and all your wisdom stored.
Like all my dreams, you were there,
Only strangely, you were me.
Small and ugly and in the way,
And begging to be free.
Do you see now how I proved it,
What I've always known for sure?
Though you loved me dearly,
I always loved you more.
I loved you more because I couldn't,
Throw you across the floor.
I didn't have the courage
to toss you up against the door.
I couldn't find hate in my heart,
Worth marking your face for all to see,
I couldn't make you look the whole world in the eye,
Ashamed but met with pity.
See, I should have done you justice,
For the things you put me through,
Should have hurt you, should have scared you,
But I just couldn't do that to you.
There it is: I've proven my point.
Some things in this life I know.
I loved you truly, in and out,
You just didn't, it's time to let go.
Unheard, Unspoken
I dreamed I was screaming
but no one was listening
everything I had to say
remained unheard
and even in these morning hours
with sunlight on my face
the memory lingers
glistening on my cheeks
Beaten down
by my desires
my eyes slide past a reflection
in the vanity that can’t be me
there’s a Devil in the details
demons hidden in the pale blue
of my averted gaze
bright with reverse-revelation
I dreamed I was screaming
unheard
in a room of laughing faces
amid the strawberry delights
of celebration
and I can’t speak, I can’t voice
these things that ghost me
and shackle me to myself
collective feminine eyes
looking straight through me
as if I wasn’t there at all
I dreamed I was screaming
but no one was listening
everything I had to say
remained unheard
and even in these morning hours
with sunlight on my face
the memory lingers
glistening on my cheeks
Beaten down
by my desires
my eyes slide past a reflection
in the vanity that can’t be me
there’s a Devil in the details
demons hidden in the pale blue
of my averted gaze
bright with reverse-revelation
I dreamed I was screaming
unheard
in a room of laughing faces
amid the strawberry delights
of celebration
and I can’t speak, I can’t voice
these things that ghost me
and shackle me to myself
collective feminine eyes
looking straight through me
as if I wasn’t there at all
Anonymous
Cryptic crib trick
The streets looked post apocalyptic
Expressions worn but all they said was scripted
Answers in hand, yet they were all encrypted
Me, a stranger
A white robed mystic
I raised an eye as murky darkness lifted
I heard a scream-but then I think I drifted
Could it be that I just missed it
I see demise
but I can't fix it
The streets looked post apocalyptic
Expressions worn but all they said was scripted
Answers in hand, yet they were all encrypted
Me, a stranger
A white robed mystic
I raised an eye as murky darkness lifted
I heard a scream-but then I think I drifted
Could it be that I just missed it
I see demise
but I can't fix it
and since old doesn't matter:
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< dog woke me up >
but all i could think of
was the gasoline
and that picture
that kid
and the napalm
and i said i would but
first my car needs gas
and i went out to the car
and got in
and started it
and drove to the gas station
and there they were
pouring it over her
and there i was
helping
i had the matches in my hand
was reaching down when
the dog woke me up
- - -
Lullaby for a Deadman
I was dreaming... I know that now.
But then it seemed so real.
I walked into the room and there sat my father, he was alive.
He was alright, alive and healthy.
Sitting right in front of me.
Death was not permanent in this dream.
It was like a disease, you could be cured from it.
I went to his side and hugged him, his long arms pulling me close.
"I'm sorry daddy-- I thought you were dead. But you're okay, I missed you so much. I love you. Please don't leave again like that please. I missed you so much, I love you."
Over and over I repeated the same things, again and again.
And then finally...
Finally my father spoke.
Holding me close to him and looking at me with his dark brown eyes:
"I'm sorry"
Nothing more, and nothing less.
That was all he said.
And then he was gone.
And I woke up.
Tears sliding down my cheeks.
Because after eighteen years, after years of wanting my dad to care about me.
After so many times I was willing to give in but I never did.
So many battles with my father.
So much darkness that I had to live through.
I found the light.
In those two words.
"I'm sorry"
He said.
After all these years he finally said that he was sorry.
For what?... I do not know.
Maybe for dying.
For not being there.
For not knowing how much I truly did care about him.
For not knowing how to speak to me.
For not knowing how to be a father to me.
But trying his hardest to be a friend.
I loved my father.
No matter what he said or did.
I loved him.
And to hear him say those words.
To hear him apologize after so much pain.
It broke me.
And I cried and cried and cried.
And I think I ever cried so more after that.
Because within those moments that my father finally apologized for what he had done.
I finally found a way to forgive him.
I was dreaming... I know that now.
But then it seemed so real.
I walked into the room and there sat my father, he was alive.
He was alright, alive and healthy.
Sitting right in front of me.
Death was not permanent in this dream.
It was like a disease, you could be cured from it.
I went to his side and hugged him, his long arms pulling me close.
"I'm sorry daddy-- I thought you were dead. But you're okay, I missed you so much. I love you. Please don't leave again like that please. I missed you so much, I love you."
Over and over I repeated the same things, again and again.
And then finally...
Finally my father spoke.
Holding me close to him and looking at me with his dark brown eyes:
"I'm sorry"
Nothing more, and nothing less.
That was all he said.
And then he was gone.
And I woke up.
Tears sliding down my cheeks.
Because after eighteen years, after years of wanting my dad to care about me.
After so many times I was willing to give in but I never did.
So many battles with my father.
So much darkness that I had to live through.
I found the light.
In those two words.
"I'm sorry"
He said.
After all these years he finally said that he was sorry.
For what?... I do not know.
Maybe for dying.
For not being there.
For not knowing how much I truly did care about him.
For not knowing how to speak to me.
For not knowing how to be a father to me.
But trying his hardest to be a friend.
I loved my father.
No matter what he said or did.
I loved him.
And to hear him say those words.
To hear him apologize after so much pain.
It broke me.
And I cried and cried and cried.
And I think I ever cried so more after that.
Because within those moments that my father finally apologized for what he had done.
I finally found a way to forgive him.
Fantastic visions of raindrops as
children, gliding down their slides
upon my window.
They seemed to all giggle together,
they hummed and buzzed
as newborn bees all as one.
Each flower that miraculously
bloomed were a new violently
beautiful species. They pushed
from the soil and bloomed to
the edge of the forest. Their
petals stretched outward and
began to bleed.
The children stopped their
chorus and the rain sadly
ceased.
I was alone.
children, gliding down their slides
upon my window.
They seemed to all giggle together,
they hummed and buzzed
as newborn bees all as one.
Each flower that miraculously
bloomed were a new violently
beautiful species. They pushed
from the soil and bloomed to
the edge of the forest. Their
petals stretched outward and
began to bleed.
The children stopped their
chorus and the rain sadly
ceased.
I was alone.
Tricky red head
This is about the second time she was in my sleep moving.
As my eyes closed she begins her imaginary living.
Even if I knew she would be there in my dreams I wouldn't change a thing.
It's all the simple things that get me.
Before it was flames of heat.
Could this be a sign of something more serious now?
Wonder what the next session will bring?
Once my eyes are closed I never know if it's happening.
This is about the second time she was in my sleep moving.
As my eyes closed she begins her imaginary living.
Even if I knew she would be there in my dreams I wouldn't change a thing.
It's all the simple things that get me.
Before it was flames of heat.
Could this be a sign of something more serious now?
Wonder what the next session will bring?
Once my eyes are closed I never know if it's happening.
I Dream...
I dream … dreams, some decipherable and full meaning,
others enigmatic, unfathomable and fleeting.
I dream …of you, seen yet unseen, gleanings
of notions and emotions from underlying feelings.
I dream … of cravings, yearnings underestimated,
my will abated, ache and desires abbreviated.
I dream…as our friendship is comfortably acclimated,
we realize our long lived loneliness is becoming accentuated.
I dream…sentimentally of being singularly chosen
by a love time will stand still for as if perpetually frozen.
I dream… daring to care of things purposely forgotten,
of romantically chaste letters although verboten.
I dream…of old fashioned concepts and chivalrous intentions,
correlating responses to genteel and affable conversations.
I dream…of accessing the constellations in your eyes’ observations,
calming my galloping expectations and unintentional emanations.
I dream…of sweet declarations while being held ever so gently,
discreet but earnestly contained passions confessed ardently.
I dream…incessantly of innocent longings magnified poignantly,
while modestly remaining silent but always unrepentantly.
I dream…vividly of passionate kisses and gregarious affections,
experiencing the wonder of sensual yet tender ministrations.
I dream… little dreams wishing you were sharing the assignation,
then I awaken, understanding this was a dream of my own creation.
Gypsy red
The Glass Girl on Crack
She came out of no where
Well I was at the top of the stairs
She laughed manically
Pulled my hair
And took off running.
But she went down too fast
And slipped on the first step
Of the case of stairs
All the way down
Her body crashed.
The sound was so loud
I knew the impact
Must of been hard.
When she stood up
Her entire body
Was lined with cracks
She looked up at me and asked
"Help"
Her arm held out
I just watched as she instantly shattered
To a million little pieces.
I ran down
And picked up all her shards.
I spent a hundred nights
Putting her back together
But when I was done
And she was whole
She was just a statue of a girl
That never spoke
Or moved again.
For years
I would shudder at the sight
Of her just standing there.
She came out of no where
Well I was at the top of the stairs
She laughed manically
Pulled my hair
And took off running.
But she went down too fast
And slipped on the first step
Of the case of stairs
All the way down
Her body crashed.
The sound was so loud
I knew the impact
Must of been hard.
When she stood up
Her entire body
Was lined with cracks
She looked up at me and asked
"Help"
Her arm held out
I just watched as she instantly shattered
To a million little pieces.
I ran down
And picked up all her shards.
I spent a hundred nights
Putting her back together
But when I was done
And she was whole
She was just a statue of a girl
That never spoke
Or moved again.
For years
I would shudder at the sight
Of her just standing there.
The acrobatic kid and the girl who touched herself to sleep
It takes a strange man in the dark
With a baseball bat, and a toothless grin
To put my lights out.
Then I have to ask myself
Why am I seeing these things?
The acrobatic kid
Crept into my mind
Summer salts and back flips
In the air
Right above my head.
When he falls, I gasp
Open wide gasp
Then he's just gone
A vanishing act too.
I don't know what it means
But I haven't felt right
Since his spine caved in on itself
And his all tendinitis snapped
I heard his bones crack
I saw the skin break open
And his blood spew out.
Then just like that
He was gone.
It takes a strange man in the dark
With a baseball bat, and a toothless grin
To put my lights out.
Then I have to ask myself
Why am I seeing these things?
The acrobatic kid
Crept into my mind
Summer salts and back flips
In the air
Right above my head.
When he falls, I gasp
Open wide gasp
Then he's just gone
A vanishing act too.
I don't know what it means
But I haven't felt right
Since his spine caved in on itself
And his all tendinitis snapped
I heard his bones crack
I saw the skin break open
And his blood spew out.
Then just like that
He was gone.
Anonymous
VAMPIRE DREAMS
a scrape across my teeth
where a point use to be
awaken by a dream
a demon bat chasing me
vampire demons in my dreams
it use to posses me
now it haunts me in my sleep
i run to escape the dark
breathing so hard
pounding in my chest
i'm out of breath
trying to escape possession and death
running for light
the opening of the cave just out of sight
the bat flapping, flying overhead
it won't rest till i'm dead
awakened, being chased
i open my eyes
now i'm safe
a scrape across my teeth
where a point use to be
awaken by a dream
a demon bat chasing me
vampire demons in my dreams
it use to posses me
now it haunts me in my sleep
i run to escape the dark
breathing so hard
pounding in my chest
i'm out of breath
trying to escape possession and death
running for light
the opening of the cave just out of sight
the bat flapping, flying overhead
it won't rest till i'm dead
awakened, being chased
i open my eyes
now i'm safe
Anonymous
Subconscious Waking
This tongue has tasted the Nile's salt
from the sweat dripping off of your skin
These lips have felt the Amazon's mist
from the wetness on your outside in
These hands have touched the peaks of Everest
from gripping your stiffened tits
These fingers have graced the cottons of Egypt
from the smooth walls of your pussy's lips
This chest has sensed the rise and fall of the Pacific
from your breathing as we came in the summer air
This nose has smelled the flavors of Mexico
from the scent of vanilla on your hair
These feet have walked for miles in the Arctic
from the chill of your eyes as they unveil me
This heart has known the treasures of Heaven
for in my nightly dreams, you and I are free
This tongue has tasted the Nile's salt
from the sweat dripping off of your skin
These lips have felt the Amazon's mist
from the wetness on your outside in
These hands have touched the peaks of Everest
from gripping your stiffened tits
These fingers have graced the cottons of Egypt
from the smooth walls of your pussy's lips
This chest has sensed the rise and fall of the Pacific
from your breathing as we came in the summer air
This nose has smelled the flavors of Mexico
from the scent of vanilla on your hair
These feet have walked for miles in the Arctic
from the chill of your eyes as they unveil me
This heart has known the treasures of Heaven
for in my nightly dreams, you and I are free
