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Poetry competition CLOSED 26th November 2012 5:44am
WINNER
epicRawrz (Party Poison)
epicRawrz (Party Poison)
RUNNERS-UP:
drivelicious13
and EmilyCullen
Rant
Poetry Contest Description
Look down
Rant- evil shit that will make me want to hate you, etc.
•under 100 words
•collaborations allowed
•no hating on other entries
•enter and leave the fourm
•no ass kissing
•don't say shit about who wins I pick that means they win nuf said
•under 100 words
•collaborations allowed
•no hating on other entries
•enter and leave the fourm
•no ass kissing
•don't say shit about who wins I pick that means they win nuf said
Individuality
Your...
A poser
A slut
A nerd who thinks there cool
Ugly
A fat ass bitch
A dyke
Things that are ALL true
So suck it up loser
You'll never be like me
The one your always trying to be like
Liking what I like
Dating who I date
Dressing like I dress
That's not called individuality
It's called being a poser
So just stop
You'll never be cool that way
You will ALWAYS be a loser
I was never your friend
So don't think I was
I mean who would want
To be friends with
A loser
This I think about fits.
Your...
A poser
A slut
A nerd who thinks there cool
Ugly
A fat ass bitch
A dyke
Things that are ALL true
So suck it up loser
You'll never be like me
The one your always trying to be like
Liking what I like
Dating who I date
Dressing like I dress
That's not called individuality
It's called being a poser
So just stop
You'll never be cool that way
You will ALWAYS be a loser
I was never your friend
So don't think I was
I mean who would want
To be friends with
A loser
This I think about fits.
Oh please, grow up,
I'm tired of this yammer,
On and on about useless lies,
Nobody cares but we can tell the difference,
Stuff it, see the grand in this hate,
I dislike you so much I've written a poem about you.
Don't grieve, I'm being quite quaint.
The stars will stop flaring and blow out,
When I start liking you,
It'd take the end of the world,
And probably longer,
For you to get some decent friends,
I tried to be nice but look back on how you treat us,
Aha, are you starting to think again?
If you were on your knees and praying,
One hand on the bible, swearing,
That you do not lie,
I still wouldn't believe you,
I'm just about sane enough not to,
It's common knowledge, love,
And a little bit too late for confession.
I'm tired of this yammer,
On and on about useless lies,
Nobody cares but we can tell the difference,
Stuff it, see the grand in this hate,
I dislike you so much I've written a poem about you.
Don't grieve, I'm being quite quaint.
The stars will stop flaring and blow out,
When I start liking you,
It'd take the end of the world,
And probably longer,
For you to get some decent friends,
I tried to be nice but look back on how you treat us,
Aha, are you starting to think again?
If you were on your knees and praying,
One hand on the bible, swearing,
That you do not lie,
I still wouldn't believe you,
I'm just about sane enough not to,
It's common knowledge, love,
And a little bit too late for confession.
What is this place? What the fuck. I cannot for the life me believe my eyes. I stare at something in front of me, a keyboard for example, I will sit there and type away some dribble. One half of me believes I am sitting here touching these keys, the other half sees nothing. This light reflecting into my eyes and senses I possess are nothing but obscurities. What if everything was gone the next second, all of the earth, all of the universe? All of history would be nothing, all of history is nothing.
Anonymous
Alrighty then, this one is for you Mason.
Dressed for the part
You fucking poser
Get a fucking haircut
Sporting some stupid fucking..
Snapback hat
You like the snap?
I'll snap your fucking neck
Clean yourself up and wipe off
that fucking mascara
that fucking eyeliner
And your cum stained face.
You little faggot.
Drink a cup of cement.
And harden the fuck up
You call yourself a man?
Fuck that.
Some self inflicted
Castration.
Or an artificial cunt?
The latter.
Sounds about right.
You think anybody
With half a fucking brain
Really gives a fuck
For your oh so broken heart
Stop fucking dressing for the part
Caking your face with some fucking makeup
You ain't no fucking man
You're just some middle classed
Well lived
Wannabe-Emo
With an artificial cunt.
Dressed for the part
You fucking poser
Get a fucking haircut
Sporting some stupid fucking..
Snapback hat
You like the snap?
I'll snap your fucking neck
Clean yourself up and wipe off
that fucking mascara
that fucking eyeliner
And your cum stained face.
You little faggot.
Drink a cup of cement.
And harden the fuck up
You call yourself a man?
Fuck that.
Some self inflicted
Castration.
Or an artificial cunt?
The latter.
Sounds about right.
You think anybody
With half a fucking brain
Really gives a fuck
For your oh so broken heart
Stop fucking dressing for the part
Caking your face with some fucking makeup
You ain't no fucking man
You're just some middle classed
Well lived
Wannabe-Emo
With an artificial cunt.
I usually don't do this but you just made it so easy..
"Well Then Hate Me"
Bet you think you're a real hard ass
"I don't read poetry, I judge it"
Ooouuu
Good for fuckin you
Maybe you should write a stanza
Before you deem your
self righteous ass worthy enough
Of making a mockery of another persons art
Bet your some emo adolescent that worships
shitty bands like AskingAlexandrea
With your expected hipster hat
And social mainstream hair-cut
Do you cut yourself 'cause no one
understands the pain you feel?
Cry me a river hun,
baggage is apart of life
You should just end your imbecility
and stop being such a pussy
Use a jagged hacksaw against your veins tonight
'Cause honestly, the audacity that
you think we'll write you a solid
poem is pathetic
Loathe me yet emo boy?
Perfect, fuck your rules,
this is over a hundred words
"Well Then Hate Me"
Bet you think you're a real hard ass
"I don't read poetry, I judge it"
Ooouuu
Good for fuckin you
Maybe you should write a stanza
Before you deem your
self righteous ass worthy enough
Of making a mockery of another persons art
Bet your some emo adolescent that worships
shitty bands like AskingAlexandrea
With your expected hipster hat
And social mainstream hair-cut
Do you cut yourself 'cause no one
understands the pain you feel?
Cry me a river hun,
baggage is apart of life
You should just end your imbecility
and stop being such a pussy
Use a jagged hacksaw against your veins tonight
'Cause honestly, the audacity that
you think we'll write you a solid
poem is pathetic
Loathe me yet emo boy?
Perfect, fuck your rules,
this is over a hundred words
Misanthropy
i am tired, this is a rant. not something you would admire. maybe something you'd dislike. i dislike you. all of you. superfluously vain beings of arrogance and ignorance. loathing like this has a special place in hell. you cant have it.
you don't deserve the worst, fuck the best. your silly smug faces enrage me. judging who is what? and why?. envying the next one who passes you by. ready to sacrifice the martyr without hesitation. and they're all martyrs for some reason. fueling oppression and racial discrimination. the only equality you share is the toilet paper you use to wipe your asses with.
i am disgusted, this is pathetic. with all the brains and no sense to use it, you don't deserve to live, the way you've abused this. THIS, your existence. your tiny little spark that shines on the surface of this black sludge. such irony, you praise the wonders of god for creating you, yet you exist as the purest evils. I hate you, humanity.
i am tired, this is a rant. not something you would admire. maybe something you'd dislike. i dislike you. all of you. superfluously vain beings of arrogance and ignorance. loathing like this has a special place in hell. you cant have it.
you don't deserve the worst, fuck the best. your silly smug faces enrage me. judging who is what? and why?. envying the next one who passes you by. ready to sacrifice the martyr without hesitation. and they're all martyrs for some reason. fueling oppression and racial discrimination. the only equality you share is the toilet paper you use to wipe your asses with.
i am disgusted, this is pathetic. with all the brains and no sense to use it, you don't deserve to live, the way you've abused this. THIS, your existence. your tiny little spark that shines on the surface of this black sludge. such irony, you praise the wonders of god for creating you, yet you exist as the purest evils. I hate you, humanity.
Little Boys
They sit , then they swagger
talking shit , pile of wankers ,
mouthing off , in the distance
blood you'll cough , little fucksticks .
Acting big , dickhead thespians
but you frig , each ones assholes ,
like a twig , I'd break your backbones ,
do you dig , pricking buttholes ,
your heads I'll rip , from your torso's .
Hooded tops
and crap shellsuits
open gobs ,
brain cells absent
you I'd drop , in an instant
total knobs
of redundant .
Bring it on , fucked up scum ,
I'll beat you gone , double drum ,
I'll bounce you hard , that for a month
around you'll hum , you coward cunts .
Picking on kids , walking past
do you want some of this , I'll make you piss
your tracksuit pants ,
when I get near , all fear , it then comes out ,
you turn to tears , sniffing the beer
off the bar towels .
Imbeciles , infantiles
pick on me , or someone your own size ,
you act so big , new toys by your side
but when the fan hits the shit ,
you're little boys by mothers side .
They sit , then they swagger
talking shit , pile of wankers ,
mouthing off , in the distance
blood you'll cough , little fucksticks .
Acting big , dickhead thespians
but you frig , each ones assholes ,
like a twig , I'd break your backbones ,
do you dig , pricking buttholes ,
your heads I'll rip , from your torso's .
Hooded tops
and crap shellsuits
open gobs ,
brain cells absent
you I'd drop , in an instant
total knobs
of redundant .
Bring it on , fucked up scum ,
I'll beat you gone , double drum ,
I'll bounce you hard , that for a month
around you'll hum , you coward cunts .
Picking on kids , walking past
do you want some of this , I'll make you piss
your tracksuit pants ,
when I get near , all fear , it then comes out ,
you turn to tears , sniffing the beer
off the bar towels .
Imbeciles , infantiles
pick on me , or someone your own size ,
you act so big , new toys by your side
but when the fan hits the shit ,
you're little boys by mothers side .
so what circle of internet hell have we reached now?
oh, be disgusted.
much good it'll do you.
the amount of time you dedicate to appearances
and criticism of appearances
is unseasonable.
where is your good will to all men
your season's greetings happy holidays
fuck you
i can wear legwarmers
if i want to.
i can dye my hair turquoise and shit on your lawn
something about beetles recognising each other-
what was it? anyway
we're all scarab
your turdball is no more fragrant than mine
[edit: better words were thought of]
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How you doing, Miss Used…
You still birthing them kids in one’s & twos?
Baby mama drama no one can use but
It’s what you choose, living them old school blues
Your moms was the same way; a formula need to lose
You’d think you’d get tired of paying them dues
Them Stick-a-Victim Blues; its the same damn news
Plopped on the sofa, dreaming about a Cruise
You that flirt @home calling, your life so appalling
Look here girl it’s your future here that’s falling
Sub-sailing while derailing trying to catch a Gump
Waving hands around like Romney on the stump
Loser…self abuser trying to catch you one
But all that game you end up looking dumb
You do your bit of storming; you’re like a Hurricane
But no one wants a poser who acts the part insane
photo: Kathryn Hensler
