Best of the Best

            As you sing your balad,
            Dance at the galaxy's feet,
            You pretend you love the world,
            You fraud, I see right through your words,
             You of false truths,
              Guiding these people wrong,
              So might they follow you.

               I scoff at your fancy words,
               I shan't grovel at your feet,
               Haul me away,
               If need be,
               You hate me for I disobey,
                Kill me if seen fit,
                But never shall I follow the false.

*I couldn't choose the best one because I didn't have one. But I chose this one just because I was in the mood for it...

                False hope you bring,
                You hypocrite,
                To these people here,
                 They think you hear the Almighty's words,
                  And yet truthfully, False King,
                  The words you hear,
                  Are only fit for Satan's ears.

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am I fucking crazy
so I've been told

I always thought I would save the world from pain
trying to keep our children from being fucked over and over again
literally

I hear the screaming of the rabbits in my brain
finding it hard to differentiate my screams from theirs
I see me with that lead pipe as I bash and bash his head to pulp while smashing his smug all knowing smile again and again

I don't refrain from hearing the voices in my head
telling me kill kill kill him smash him till he is dead
yet his evil ghosts still won't leave my mind
for gods sake daddy   i see you awake and in my dreams

all because he loves me

Youd be crazy too if you had to listen to your father fucking anything that moves male or female

Or try watching movies at the drive-in with your parents
kids in the back seat  
Clothes your eyes kids
no NO WALT FUCKING DISNEY for us
the documentary about sadism and masochism playing in our ears it's only for adults LIARS
like my father really needs instruction

Try living with the crawling hand worse than the movie one
sit on my lap cream puff wheres the vasoline

god I hate the smell of vasoline    his lotion of choice

oh mama mama   where for art thou mama
mamas cooking cleaning going to church
praying to god for my evil soul?

Using your self blinding manipulations
your Black hole in your memory mama
you are the BLACK HOLE

What? you cant see daddy in the cars middle seat
smothering me because I bite hard smashing my lips with a hand full of   'This will hurt me more than you daughter'
so i can wear a permanant crack in my lip to forever remind me of our LOVING family camping trips
THATS RIGHT  I'LL BITE THAT MOTHER FUCKER RIGHT OFF

mama stops the car so I can puke his cream of the crop out the door
watch it shaunda
those could be your future  brothers or sisters
FOR GODS SAKE HOW MANY MORE DOES HE NEED

move every six months so no one sees the monster for our father

make me pee and shit in a can in my closet because the bathroom is no longer safe while I write poems of screaming bunnies
i see you waiting in the dark living room daddy

I'D RATHER SHIT AND EAT IT before I use the bathroom again

what? if i dont let you do it   You'll get my baby sister
and when I hear her screams I'll know it shoulda been me

dont tell on daddy or hell go to prison
who'll take care of us then
well all be adopted out never to see each other again

liar liar pants on fire
get me in the sack
beat it blue and black
as daddy smuggly smiles
and mama hides her eyes

I can't take it
every day  every minute
im so afraid
so i'll slit his throat while he sleeps

im just a little girl
im just a little girl
im just a little girl

and mama wants to know how I ever got this crazy?
well fuck you mama and the dick you rode in on

i cant take it anymore
my brain is cracking from all the people screaming in my head

your better off dead
am i fucking crazy
so ive been fucking told

And I smiled




I don't really have a favorite, so I went with the poem that got the most comments on DU.

The Husband She Didn't Know


She crinkled up the paper  
And threw it in the floor..  
She had her heart ripped out..  
A love story no more..  
  
One she had wished to complete..  
One left unfufilled..  
A wife whom loved her husband..  
This..It really kills..  
  
He left her for the whore..  
Or maybe it was just greed..  
It doesn't matter which..  
It was clear she didn't provide his needs..  
  
She worked her ass off..  
Every hour of the day..  
Cleaning house and cooking..  
And he had nothing to say..  
  
He came in suggesting..  
They move on..  
"You know as well as me,  
This wouldn't last long."  
  
She carved his name into a bullet  
So that the world would know..  
The last thing that went through her mind..  
Was the husband she didn't know..

Broken Wings
The sign of light cast upon the sand, a sin lost down the passage of oblivion and obscurity
Masked saint like figures falling from the heavens, broken wings twisted and blood soaked
My own personal kingdom, ensured by the worship of grey shadows drawn in chalk and bone

In faith, in kingdoms of safety. It’s too late to find my castle
I sit on the fence biding my time, time pushes my perception
Perception guides my actions, my actions are frowned upon
Tall figure heads encircle me, they point their pointy fingers
They hold my gaze, though their eyes were gouged long ago
Their gaze is warped; their gaze is obscure to me, imprudent
The sheep flocks are hypnotized, they stare into wise eyes
Where war is peace and truth is a constant spitting of lies
 
Through flaming skies and thick black smog Lucifer rises
No longer undone, no longer so weak, the state it despises
Broken wings, to replace kings
Broken wings, to pull the strings
Behind this things suit and tie
You will uproot its ghastly lie
The Thorne, the power is no longer clear
Perhaps the hour of gas and fear is near
Massive clouds of poison and blight rain their resent upon Terra’s surface
Masses of roaches take plight baptized in frankincense with a deadly lace
Erase the order and the orange sun
Taste the slaughter and overcome
Drink the tainted water and songs long left unsung
Or kick the painted consorter whose neck was wrung
Make madmen fear through fear itself
And expect violence to sit upon the shelf
Broken bones and sacred things
Invisible thrones and broken wings
It ain’t over till the jet engine sings
The anew angel of death flies
Fuelled by fear draped in despise
Wings of broken down elements
Will write the unread testaments
About the men that came and went
Took their world and left it spent
The age before they comprehend
Terra remain, she will always mend

Deceit in retrospect


She filled the three seat  
leather
like Oscar Wilde
in a reading chair
eye to eye  
conversations
planning a potential
crammed
with vacant promise
 
Undertakings obligatory
to complete the cycles
of life and escalation
 
Used the word pledge
like a
profanity
a blasphemous
incidental
slur
as  
unimportant  
unnecessary and nonchalant
as the white dress vows  
before God  
just a year prior
 
I kissed those mendacious lips
after she had, filled my ears
brimmed the drums
 
I realise now
 
it was over
when our tongues met
 
 
-x-


Thank you for this competition, Vamp. Though, I must admit it is subjective, what I may consider as my best work, would be the last poem I wrote, however that is currently entered in a comp here. That said, what we as writers consider our best work, will be different to how our readers feel. Truth is the reader is probably right. But this one means alot to me.

Prose | All

Everything to me
Although we never met you were everything to me
for you were growing inside me I wanted you to BE...
I dreamt about you every night waiting for you to arrive
never really thinking you wasnt to be born ALIVE

I imagined you as a little girl too grow up with long dark curls
I pictured your lovely dark brown eyes your smiling face my head a whirl...
for only four months I carried you and cannot believe your gone...
How can someone take you away what ever did i do wrong?

I know your alive and well in heaven my joy and pride
making someone happy taking life in your stride
your mum and dad still love you and wish you were here with us
to see you for just one moment we'd promise not to make a fuss

Although I know you visit me nearly every night
In my dreams I can not wait It feels so real it feels so right
I lie in bed thinking of you Imagine you in my arms
Is this just a dream i think I dont care It does me no harm

At one time i was frightened of dying going to heaven on my own
But now I dont care or worry as i know i wont be alone

This poems for you I hope you can see
That I love you with all my heart Your everything to me......

Thanks for this oppertunutiy for me  to write this..... this poem has been sittung in draar for over 2o years...due date was NOV 10th how spookey, thats probably Is this why i changed my title recently without even knowing it, or did i????.....x not bothered about competition just glad to be able to release some feelings and not smash up the flat.x take care. karen

excuse spelling

Misanthrope

I hate you
I hate me
I’ll probably hate
The next person I see

I hate today
I’ll hate tomorrow
I’ll spend them both
Drowning in sorrow

I hate the sun
It burns like hell
Blisters and boils that lead
To a glorious death knell

I hate love
It’s a dumb emotion
All that effort
Wasted on pathetic devotion

I hate the time
It laughs in my face
Then splatters my senses
All over the place

I hate what I’ve become
An offspring of a broken society
A 21st century misanthrope
But merely garden variety

I hate this world
I wish I wasn’t born
By the time I’m through here
I’ll be broken and worn        

         

Sentenced To Death

Hanged from the gallows
of creative writing.
Swinging from the gibbet
of sentence construction.

With grammar that stands
on the essence of her voice,
the alphabet hung as a necklace
around the vocality of her wordy neck.

She'd wanted to
swallow all the letters
in quick succession
punctuation as well,

but that would have been suicide.

I'm not sure which is my best so here's one of my favorites.

"Fantasy in Reality"

Tonight as I fondly sit under my best friend    
(A weeping hallowed oak tree)  
I find myself gazing at the allurement of a full moon    
   
Just as radiant as I recall last months visit    
   
Valiant... luminescent... wondrous..    
   
A million insignificant words that will never compare    
Will never truly justify it's caress    
   
The true essence of the romantics    
An inspiration for any era    
The voice of every bleeding pen    
So fragile the soul of a poet..    
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
So unheard the desperation of a quill    
   
Desperate for enlightenment    
Desperate for fiction    
   
A story of forgiveness    
A tale of acceptance    
A novel of rescue    
   
The passionate escape from a world in peril    
   
Into the loving arms of prince charming    
A savior for the heroine thrown into chaos    
The "happy ending" for a claustrophobic soul in angst    
In self pity    
   
The shallow thoughts of a reclusive writer    
The nightdream of every author    
Lost in the trance of a minds supernova    
Waiting patiently for celestial guidance    
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
A star is such a whore of nature..    
Allowing itself to be exposed by anyone who dares attempt to penetrate it's shear immunity    
Anyone who observers the mystery of a sky painted onyx    
   
I have caught but a mere glimpse of enchantment    
Yet I stare in awe at all the graceful elegance portrayed    
Mesmerized with the infatuation brought on by a veteran seductress    
   
What I would give for the sheltered sight of a lunar fairytale..    
To perceive the world with the endearing craft of a renaissance fable    
   
Alas, the capricorn in me sneers at such rediculous desires    
To be blinded with such audacity..    
Life is not the printed pages of a childhood escape    
   
So as realization once again spits acid upon my manifested thoughts of splendor    
I will retaliate by peering into the promise of moonlight    
   
I will solemnly ignite the cries of a heartbroken violin    
Rekindling the imagination of a youth with fantasy as opposed to a woman in a tragic reality

Taunt me no longer

My lovely "Little Miss"..
You're so fucking gorgeous
With all your little nicks..
Dressing up, playing the part
Of course.
You're the "fucked up" one.
You think you're fucked up?
You ain't seen nothing yet.
I've been watching you
Closely..
I know your every fucking move
I watch you
With your fucking butter knife
Sobbing purposely in the shower
Crouching like..
A submissive little dog.
Making your cute little scratches
I've carved your name
Upon my chest
The vessel of my caress
Do you know what is pain?
You wouldn't know shit.
Allow me
To introduce you to it.
I could strike at any time
Even on this night
Or would it be..
Inappropriate
To take you down?
I will suppress
IT.
No longer.
I need you..
You entice me..
The insatiable desire..
Overwhelming me..
You fascinate me
I follow you around..
Your scent is tracked.
You never had a chance
Every fucking movement you make
Every fucking breath you take
I take it too.
And I will take your breath
I am
The master of your fate
You will never be rid of me
Never..
You're fucking mine.
You'll hear me?
I'll..
Make you listen.
I'm not laying low.
No fucking way.
Ha.. you don't even know it
But i'm watching you right now
For every exhale of yours
I inhale tenfold..
I want.. I need
Opening my floodgates
It starts with a drop.
And then a streak.
It becomes a pond
And then a lake.
I am submerged
The blood is enveloping me.
I must appease my urge
My growing need.
Your time.
Is short.

I don't strictly consider any of my poems to be "the best", but I was proud of this one when I wrote it, and a few members here told me how much they enjoyed it:

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Today I Climbed a Mountain

Today I climbed a mountain.
I put on my boots,
red, dead, leather boots, and
looked up at the hulking mass,
from beyond the ancient church,
writhing with flora,
living earth.

I scaled the cusp,
scrambling amongst the livestock,
falling several times
in mires of black mud.

Circling the summit,
spiralling skywards,
on hard rock and grass,
I looked down at the villages surrounding.
Like moats of mortar and brick,
the villages seemed frozen.
Enveloped with scorn, I turned my head away.

Reaching the climax
of this trembling mountain,
I stood proud on an ancient cairn.
Then, the wind spoke to me,
slapped me,
whipped me.
Face red with broken skin,
and hair snapping, icy strands.

As if esoteric royalty screamed at me,
the wind tossed me again.
What words are these?
What language?

I ran backwards,
south,
towards the hillocks and vales,
terrified of the ghosts of the mountain,
urging me, I thought, to descend.

And then, before me,
in a sunken lay,
a megalith,
pouting at the sky,
penetrating the earth
stopped me running.
Commanded my inertia,
demanded silence and respect.

Upon it, scrawled in some ancient hieroglyph,
"Tef Roihi", read like dark magick,
and I remain motionless.