Poetry competition CLOSED 29th November 2012 7:39pm
WINNER
dustyjjewels
dustyjjewels
Have a word with yourself
Poetry Contest Description
If you could go back
If you could go back and speak to your younger self, what advice would you give to yourself ? what pitfalls would you tell yourself to avoid ? what direction would you point yourself in ?
Max 100 words-------- GOOD LUCK GUYS & GALS
Max 100 words-------- GOOD LUCK GUYS & GALS
Anonymous
“My Own Advice”
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Slow down there you strong young fella.
I know you’re full of piss and vinegar,
have high doses of testosterone
running through your veins, and
seem to always be on the run
with a chip on your shoulder.
But, I have to tell you young man,
it’s not entirely your fault.
You’ve really got nothing to prove.
I know your Dad smacked you around a good bit,
left bruises while your Momma watched in amusement,
she hid the wings, had her own sins which you knew about.
Doesn’t matter, let it go, stop your childish pouting.
If you continue this fighting and boozing,
you’re going to end up dead someday.
Start writing verse and rhyme instead.
You’ll clear your head that way,
live to play another day, and
save a lot grief and cash, too.
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Slow down there you strong young fella.
I know you’re full of piss and vinegar,
have high doses of testosterone
running through your veins, and
seem to always be on the run
with a chip on your shoulder.
But, I have to tell you young man,
it’s not entirely your fault.
You’ve really got nothing to prove.
I know your Dad smacked you around a good bit,
left bruises while your Momma watched in amusement,
she hid the wings, had her own sins which you knew about.
Doesn’t matter, let it go, stop your childish pouting.
If you continue this fighting and boozing,
you’re going to end up dead someday.
Start writing verse and rhyme instead.
You’ll clear your head that way,
live to play another day, and
save a lot grief and cash, too.
Which one am I? Lol!!!
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If Only I Knew When I Was Young
Tie a knot in the thread
that holds you together
so no one can ever unravel you
When that distant voice
the one in your head
starts to scream at you
pulling deep within your core
listen to that before your thoughts
Question everything.. Everything!
and be the only one that controls you
Live your life for yourself and your desires
while caring for others feelings
Never allow anyone to deplete you
or steal the light from your soul
walk away form those who want to harm you
as second chances allows them under your skin
Walk away
never look back
no time for regrets
Live.....
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If Only I Knew When I Was Young
Tie a knot in the thread
that holds you together
so no one can ever unravel you
When that distant voice
the one in your head
starts to scream at you
pulling deep within your core
listen to that before your thoughts
Question everything.. Everything!
and be the only one that controls you
Live your life for yourself and your desires
while caring for others feelings
Never allow anyone to deplete you
or steal the light from your soul
walk away form those who want to harm you
as second chances allows them under your skin
Walk away
never look back
no time for regrets
Live.....
You fucking stupid little prick
Looking back 20 years ago it makes me feel sick
casting my eyes upon a young stupid little prick
what the fuck do you think you are doing, do you know where this will lead ?
Your on a rocky road my friend, these few words i give you please heed
if i could give advice and it was really possibe and i really could go back
the first thing i would do before i spoke a word is give you such as whack
then i would call you aside for a word in your ear to save you from your doom
then stick a bag over your head, briefly appologise & lock you away in a room
Looking back 20 years ago it makes me feel sick
casting my eyes upon a young stupid little prick
what the fuck do you think you are doing, do you know where this will lead ?
Your on a rocky road my friend, these few words i give you please heed
if i could give advice and it was really possibe and i really could go back
the first thing i would do before i spoke a word is give you such as whack
then i would call you aside for a word in your ear to save you from your doom
then stick a bag over your head, briefly appologise & lock you away in a room
Be What You Can and Love It
Don't be perfect, don't aim to please
The only thing you'll have
Is burning eyes and a mouthful of plea's.
Believe that love, that a mothers love,
Goes far beyond your brain.
I think that's what mother would love the best.
If her baby girl just did her best.
Instead of aching to be pure percent,
Of everything we can't reach.
Do what you want and don't be shy,
Kiss that boy,
Even though he's not the guy.
Live in the moment,
If just for a while
And go for a ride
Even though your scared.
Life is full of troubles
And fears.
You dear girl will cry many of tears.
The world will crush you as best it can,
Hold some inner strength.
Buckle down and stand.
Proud and strong.
Trust me, I've lived this long.
Young as my years may be.
I'll come back one day
And wish I'd followed
Some advice worth giving.
The final message worth receiving,
I love you,
Love yourself to.
Don't be perfect, don't aim to please
The only thing you'll have
Is burning eyes and a mouthful of plea's.
Believe that love, that a mothers love,
Goes far beyond your brain.
I think that's what mother would love the best.
If her baby girl just did her best.
Instead of aching to be pure percent,
Of everything we can't reach.
Do what you want and don't be shy,
Kiss that boy,
Even though he's not the guy.
Live in the moment,
If just for a while
And go for a ride
Even though your scared.
Life is full of troubles
And fears.
You dear girl will cry many of tears.
The world will crush you as best it can,
Hold some inner strength.
Buckle down and stand.
Proud and strong.
Trust me, I've lived this long.
Young as my years may be.
I'll come back one day
And wish I'd followed
Some advice worth giving.
The final message worth receiving,
I love you,
Love yourself to.
No (physical/emotional) Mutilation
Stop fucking that razor kid
It only leaves shit stains on the carpet
Masturbate a little more
So you don't whore yourself out in the future
Never touch mommys cancer sticks
You might never have any cigarette kisses then
Don't rely on substance for personality
Or else your face will just mirror genetics
Don't try to be an adult so quickly
'Cause reality is a few years from pissing in your face
Learn from poverty and depression
Or you'll just end up in it for eternity
Don't desperately search for answers in religion and politics
Music will be devine clarity and can never let you down
Moderate your obsession with black metal
Just play your cello a little more and relax
Remember who you always have been
You will never find yourself consumed by cynicism half naked in rock bottom
Cherish all your moments with your best friend
Because she's gonna die at only fifteen
Paint and read as much as possible
It will make you happier in the long run
Beware the wrath of karma
For she will get to know you all to well
Love yourself
Or no one will
And never drown in self conspiracies
Or they'll control your essence
Stop fucking that razor kid
It only leaves shit stains on the carpet
Masturbate a little more
So you don't whore yourself out in the future
Never touch mommys cancer sticks
You might never have any cigarette kisses then
Don't rely on substance for personality
Or else your face will just mirror genetics
Don't try to be an adult so quickly
'Cause reality is a few years from pissing in your face
Learn from poverty and depression
Or you'll just end up in it for eternity
Don't desperately search for answers in religion and politics
Music will be devine clarity and can never let you down
Moderate your obsession with black metal
Just play your cello a little more and relax
Remember who you always have been
You will never find yourself consumed by cynicism half naked in rock bottom
Cherish all your moments with your best friend
Because she's gonna die at only fifteen
Paint and read as much as possible
It will make you happier in the long run
Beware the wrath of karma
For she will get to know you all to well
Love yourself
Or no one will
And never drown in self conspiracies
Or they'll control your essence
I walk to the melody of my silent tears streaming on my invisible face, covered by this bulky facade, secretly begging someone might be able to penetrate my intimate but true self lying behind it. Chocked sound of my helpless cry: " Behold this is who i am! " Voiceless scream. Hopeless.
If all we have is hope, what happens when its drowned by these endless nightmares. Nightmares emerging from my worst dreams and peaking into my reality. No break, just more horrible thoughts.
Through it all: the bad, the good. I know you can overcome it.
Immerse yourself in the fear, flow in and flow out. Breath slowly. You are more than just that broken reflection in the mirror.
I know. Somewhere beneath the layers protecting you from the horrible world, you know it too.
I don't know how, I don't know why or when or who or what but I know that you are more than simply human. You are potential. The sky isn't your limit. The passion in you burns and if you let it, it could fire up any soul. You make spirits dance to life's adventurous winds and give helpful beats to the ones caught in tornadoes.
If all we have is hope, what happens when its drowned by these endless nightmares. Nightmares emerging from my worst dreams and peaking into my reality. No break, just more horrible thoughts.
Through it all: the bad, the good. I know you can overcome it.
Immerse yourself in the fear, flow in and flow out. Breath slowly. You are more than just that broken reflection in the mirror.
I know. Somewhere beneath the layers protecting you from the horrible world, you know it too.
I don't know how, I don't know why or when or who or what but I know that you are more than simply human. You are potential. The sky isn't your limit. The passion in you burns and if you let it, it could fire up any soul. You make spirits dance to life's adventurous winds and give helpful beats to the ones caught in tornadoes.
A Poetic Self Hug
I hear your soft snuffled tears again little one
why are you hiding there in the dark corner?
Come, sit beside me in front of the open window
feeling the early sunlight warm away the doubts.
For I have so much to tell you but not much time
before the loud world crowds me out again ...
They can't give you now what they never did before
so forgive them, our Mom and Dad, once and for all.
Renew your noble quest, the lifelong search for self
embracing even those odd pieces that don't seem fit.
Soothe the unhealing wounds of your deep betrayals
dare once more to remove the armor and feel trust.
Pull out my childhood wishes from your linty pocket
unfold them, smooth out all the creases and dream.
Lastly, remember that I am so very proud of you
so love yourself as deeply as I do in this moment.
I hear your soft snuffled tears again little one
why are you hiding there in the dark corner?
Come, sit beside me in front of the open window
feeling the early sunlight warm away the doubts.
For I have so much to tell you but not much time
before the loud world crowds me out again ...
They can't give you now what they never did before
so forgive them, our Mom and Dad, once and for all.
Renew your noble quest, the lifelong search for self
embracing even those odd pieces that don't seem fit.
Soothe the unhealing wounds of your deep betrayals
dare once more to remove the armor and feel trust.
Pull out my childhood wishes from your linty pocket
unfold them, smooth out all the creases and dream.
Lastly, remember that I am so very proud of you
so love yourself as deeply as I do in this moment.
met a younger me
bought him a drink
he is still painting
still has love in his eyes
and hands
earns the eyes
with his hands
and
I don't need to tell him
who I am
that
this barstool
is about all he has
to look forward to
he knows
that i'm thinking it
and that i'm simply weak
that
he can avoid it
same as me
years back
bought him a drink
he is still painting
still has love in his eyes
and hands
earns the eyes
with his hands
and
I don't need to tell him
who I am
that
this barstool
is about all he has
to look forward to
he knows
that i'm thinking it
and that i'm simply weak
that
he can avoid it
same as me
years back
