Poetry competition CLOSED 1st December 2012 3:46am
WINNER
storyfly
storyfly
Life
Birth -> Life -> Death (repeat)
An endless circle (redundant)
Circles are pointless
it's up to the
individual
to flavor
the ebb and flow
to bathe in ignorance
and scrub with intelligence
when the universe has
its erasing way
we won't be missed
An endless circle (redundant)
Circles are pointless
it's up to the
individual
to flavor
the ebb and flow
to bathe in ignorance
and scrub with intelligence
when the universe has
its erasing way
we won't be missed
Life is a single word
A word to describe many
Yet the word itself is not truthful
Those who say they have lived the life they have wanted lie
They lie because we all have regrets
That is what life comes down to
Regrets and satisfaction
A word to describe many
Yet the word itself is not truthful
Those who say they have lived the life they have wanted lie
They lie because we all have regrets
That is what life comes down to
Regrets and satisfaction
Life is a Vampire
My name is Life, and I have a purpose. I am a vampire. I take you into my wide open arms when you are very young. I wrap you in my glorious mysteries; joining you with me as we travel through time. I look deep into your eyes - deep into your being. I capture your soul (you cannot look away, you cannot run away). I bedazzle you with my appearance, displaying to you all the colors of the rainbow. I tease you with wonderous sights - visions of sunflower fields, illustrious azure skies, and rivers of milk and honey. I show desire for you; love for you. Embrace me and trust me completely. I will take care of you.
As I draw you to my bosom (take you into my grip), I prick your throat with my fangs - just a little nick so as not to frighten you. At first, I draw very little blood. Occasionally you flinch, but I reassure you with soothing sounds of light summer breezes and lightly falling snow; and that everything is all right.
You are growing older now, and the piercings get deeper - but ever so slowly, ever so gently. I am careful to keep you in my gaze; careful not to lose your trust nor your embrace - your love. I slowly suck your life away. And after many years of watchful patience(after you are completely under my spell) I have my fangs firmly in your throat.
I let your blood run free, but slowly, into my mouth. It runs across my tongue and down my throat (oh, how I savor the taste of it), into my waiting belly, where it sits hot, rich, and alive. I don't waste a drop. I want it all. I WILL HAVE it all! It won't be long now.
Soon your veins will start to constrict and your heart to seize. Your limbs will go numb and your vision blurs. By then it will be too late. There will be no escaping me. Nearing the end, your mind - for a moment - will clear. You will suddenly realize everything; your whole life has been all illusion. In a flash of panic, you feel the pain as recognition sets in of what I really am; of what is really happening; of WHO I realy am! I am a vampire and I have a purpose. My name ... is DEATH.
My name is Life, and I have a purpose. I am a vampire. I take you into my wide open arms when you are very young. I wrap you in my glorious mysteries; joining you with me as we travel through time. I look deep into your eyes - deep into your being. I capture your soul (you cannot look away, you cannot run away). I bedazzle you with my appearance, displaying to you all the colors of the rainbow. I tease you with wonderous sights - visions of sunflower fields, illustrious azure skies, and rivers of milk and honey. I show desire for you; love for you. Embrace me and trust me completely. I will take care of you.
As I draw you to my bosom (take you into my grip), I prick your throat with my fangs - just a little nick so as not to frighten you. At first, I draw very little blood. Occasionally you flinch, but I reassure you with soothing sounds of light summer breezes and lightly falling snow; and that everything is all right.
You are growing older now, and the piercings get deeper - but ever so slowly, ever so gently. I am careful to keep you in my gaze; careful not to lose your trust nor your embrace - your love. I slowly suck your life away. And after many years of watchful patience(after you are completely under my spell) I have my fangs firmly in your throat.
I let your blood run free, but slowly, into my mouth. It runs across my tongue and down my throat (oh, how I savor the taste of it), into my waiting belly, where it sits hot, rich, and alive. I don't waste a drop. I want it all. I WILL HAVE it all! It won't be long now.
Soon your veins will start to constrict and your heart to seize. Your limbs will go numb and your vision blurs. By then it will be too late. There will be no escaping me. Nearing the end, your mind - for a moment - will clear. You will suddenly realize everything; your whole life has been all illusion. In a flash of panic, you feel the pain as recognition sets in of what I really am; of what is really happening; of WHO I realy am! I am a vampire and I have a purpose. My name ... is DEATH.
Only for Life
never intended to be merely for the living
collisions of forces bring existence
taking or giving
pain is the standard for the flux of growth
sharing detriment
ask a rookery for a peasant
some pay ungentlemanly hosts
urgency tells survival
torture tattles to ghosts
love isn't a slate wiped clean
the hood in me still strives
"Words is words,
blood is blood,
and life is life only for life."
Poem by:
M.E.L.
never intended to be merely for the living
collisions of forces bring existence
taking or giving
pain is the standard for the flux of growth
sharing detriment
ask a rookery for a peasant
some pay ungentlemanly hosts
urgency tells survival
torture tattles to ghosts
love isn't a slate wiped clean
the hood in me still strives
"Words is words,
blood is blood,
and life is life only for life."
Poem by:
M.E.L.
.:O'borta:.
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001.
here, there
somewhere behind or
in a dumpster or
some other place; this
this is the darkest of space
a place for the gone; the departed
renamed hall of ‘no’ empathy
absent of sympathy the apathy
this is the void one sees
one way or another
secure in always being supported
sometimes sense is aborted
life distorted; put to rest
the definition of the un-blessed
or are they just a test, no longer here
all by way of the devil’s errant handy work
outcomes of a too quick knee-jerk
the patient, they only “look” patient
emptiness; the gathering of flesh
done in by practitioners of this image
hardly ever, never a scrimmage
the manifestation of a complete death
with surety; an end of breath
certainly each spirit crying out
describing precisely what's
supposedly unfelt by the senses
the aftermath of missed menses
the sacrifice with its shaping
the reshaping of a life’s reality
done in completely with
sharpened tools
instruments of a post-modernity
002.
the defense; it has…no paternity
yet weapons are wielded so accurately
so effectively by the pros & cons of choice
calling themselves saved cells; stems
stubbornly stopped; the propping up of
mankind's indiscretions
by-products of faulty miss-directions
this is the currently conclusive circumstance
albeit an invalid stance; creation-evolution
the situation of ‘man- kinda- being- taken- out’
this for sometime has been disposal without reversal
where only a revised history is a “thing” of perfection
or is this all; this whole thing just an illusion?
the sharp thorn of the pessimist?
hardcore metaphor for the blackened rose
one that bloomed but, too bad
the assumptions made…so sad
sorrowful the injustice; the balance & fairness
it just won’t come along; perceived as an “all wrong”
still we celebrate the festive lifestyle of
Venus & Mars; those infinite rocks, the stars
yet the next life; a situation that’s too uptight
continuing to go in & out of orbit
never running out of obits; obituaries
frequented are the unannounced sanctuaries
planned and fanned out in the hood
the greater good; selfishly taking sides in the
sizing up the here & now
003.
somebody go ahead and say “Oh wow”
for this is not at all right; left weary and
left on its own by an apathetic and
callous society; this is a world craving sobriety
where insanity permits no extension of family
all relevant attachments deleted
parental advisement; one, maybe two
they’re left defeated, babies on empty door steps
here – there…they are no longer needed
just the preponderance of the paperwork
the formal view a thing really abnormal
yet casually concurring with the outcomes
the benign glitter of ballpoints & stained scalpels
another bit of newness to cut & claim as zero
who knows? might’ve been a hero
this miscarriage of “just us”
wrong routes taken not realizing
real lives are at stake
as humanity’s earth...it quakes
each time another life; everyday so different
muted voices supporting uncontested choices
the despondent host & hostesses
over & over making decisions
quantum leaps calling them revisions
004.
unsuppressed, the test
another life started
to become the desperately discarded
the almost, now of the numerically departed
showing telling how it won't belong
another sad song sung by guardian angels
muted, the quiet chorus singing silently
on & on the conclusions
reached so violently with
nothing else left to say...not much
intrusions that arrive blind; sightless
why can’t we fight this? these acts re-
[in]sulting in these
thick bunches & bundles of
ill conceived absolutes; no mercy from the “suits”
they’re just the scandalmongers in this game
the same game in name
orchestrated to bury facts
the methodology; how it conducts the attacks
fake life forms cutting out another life...severed
prevented from going even a short distance
meeting no resistance wherein
any likeness
it’s just a shortness of breath
shortened by its own death
leaving the witnesses
the ones who see
saying less
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photo: lilea duran
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Life Is Art
Life is like clay
Mold out your way
It can be a masterpiece
It can be a catastrophe
Life is what you make it
Some people can take it
In small doses or big gulps
Life is ours to sculpt
Into any design
We have in mind
Then put it to action
We just have to imagine
The bigger picture
Of the molded figure
Trying our hardest
Because we're the artists
And life is the muse
That we choose
To instill our views
In all shades and hues
Adding color
Mystery and wonder
To an ordinary gray
Piece of clay
Called life
Life is like clay
Mold out your way
It can be a masterpiece
It can be a catastrophe
Life is what you make it
Some people can take it
In small doses or big gulps
Life is ours to sculpt
Into any design
We have in mind
Then put it to action
We just have to imagine
The bigger picture
Of the molded figure
Trying our hardest
Because we're the artists
And life is the muse
That we choose
To instill our views
In all shades and hues
Adding color
Mystery and wonder
To an ordinary gray
Piece of clay
Called life
