Poetry competition CLOSED 21st December 2012 4:55am
WINNER
FacePaint (Steven D)
FacePaint (Steven D)
RUNNERS-UP:
wiltedtulip
and johnrot
Well, I've gone off the deep end.....
I remember it all so clearly.
Blood running across my body.
Mom acted of a panic.
Dad raged with fury.
was all fake attitudes.
I remember it all so clearly.
Blood dripping from open wounds.
The nurses rushing to me.
Doctors holding my steady.
"Help" was what they called it.
I remember it all so clearly.
Cuts covering my body.
Therapist scribbling on paper.
Consilers pretending to care.
Med students standing back in fear.
Was this all so nessacary?
I remember it all so clearly.
As they Straped me on the bed.
A few test they said.
They shot drugs into me.
I don't remember it any farther.
Why?
Blood running across my body.
Mom acted of a panic.
Dad raged with fury.
was all fake attitudes.
I remember it all so clearly.
Blood dripping from open wounds.
The nurses rushing to me.
Doctors holding my steady.
"Help" was what they called it.
I remember it all so clearly.
Cuts covering my body.
Therapist scribbling on paper.
Consilers pretending to care.
Med students standing back in fear.
Was this all so nessacary?
I remember it all so clearly.
As they Straped me on the bed.
A few test they said.
They shot drugs into me.
I don't remember it any farther.
Why?
Why is it so fucking cold out there in here
Damnit i left out the butter and my coffee is cold
You take it out of the pot and puts it on the warmer
And the warmer it gets is my, butter shit!
Who left the butter out here its going to dry up
ok, Ok ill get the goddamn phone if you arent
Stupid piece of, im not talking to you, its the coffee
Whos going to get that phone! Yeah you butter
Is my coffee here? Where is my warmer?
When did they call me? I never heard the phone
You said, IM NOT TALKING to you about my coffee
I dont think that we even have any butter, BUTTER!
Is the phone ringing? Damnit, I left out the butter.
Would you answer that ringing, i need to put away my coffee
Who took my warmer?
Damnit i left out the butter and my coffee is cold
You take it out of the pot and puts it on the warmer
And the warmer it gets is my, butter shit!
Who left the butter out here its going to dry up
ok, Ok ill get the goddamn phone if you arent
Stupid piece of, im not talking to you, its the coffee
Whos going to get that phone! Yeah you butter
Is my coffee here? Where is my warmer?
When did they call me? I never heard the phone
You said, IM NOT TALKING to you about my coffee
I dont think that we even have any butter, BUTTER!
Is the phone ringing? Damnit, I left out the butter.
Would you answer that ringing, i need to put away my coffee
Who took my warmer?
artkytech said:Why is it so fucking cold out there in here
Damnit i left out the butter and my coffee is cold
You take it out of the pot and puts it on the warmer
And the warmer it gets is my, butter shit!
Who left the butter out here its going to dry up
ok, Ok ill get the goddamn phone if you arent
Stupid piece of, im not talking to you, its the coffee
Whos going to get that phone! Yeah you butter
Is my coffee here? Where is my warmer?
When did they call me? I never heard the phone
You said, IM NOT TALKING to you about my coffee
I dont think that we even have any butter, BUTTER!
Is the phone ringing? Damnit, I left out the butter.
Would you answer that ringing, i need to put away my coffee
Who took my warmer?
Lol I love this, my mum does this every morning
Damnit i left out the butter and my coffee is cold
You take it out of the pot and puts it on the warmer
And the warmer it gets is my, butter shit!
Who left the butter out here its going to dry up
ok, Ok ill get the goddamn phone if you arent
Stupid piece of, im not talking to you, its the coffee
Whos going to get that phone! Yeah you butter
Is my coffee here? Where is my warmer?
When did they call me? I never heard the phone
You said, IM NOT TALKING to you about my coffee
I dont think that we even have any butter, BUTTER!
Is the phone ringing? Damnit, I left out the butter.
Would you answer that ringing, i need to put away my coffee
Who took my warmer?
Lol I love this, my mum does this every morning
the moths creep me out
as they barge in thru the eyelids
my eyes dont have wipers
dead headlights in
a dead car
lou floats above
mounted atop the white ostrich
screeching its practiced octaves
offering his hymns to leopold
undead yet dead alright
my korg lies prostate burnished
in submission half dead detuned
dustgreen buds scattered atop it
like old funeral flowers
dead and dry
for the dead
the shattered shards of greenhouse glass
curb their collective dependency
the demons howl growl in gravitas
the distant noise drills thru the myringa
whirring pouring dead words of
the deaf blind long dead stars
the dead shrub has not let go of
the black soil even now
disemboweled
its another mushroom
just another cloud
another alien monster
another fucking human
dead inside dead outside
in the bones in the brain
a train of red ants march
with their prized catch
a dead roach gleaming
in the surplus radiation
of a dying star
they vanish behind
the decaying wood
i pick it up
feel its cold rusted feel
on my lips taste its sorrow
twitch blink cock
the silver rope falls
with the spotlight
no longer i feel
the weight of
my jacket or
my life
nothing
outside heathrow on a balmy day, the three of us wait
me love, myself and limbo
[having learnt this trick in the advanced writing program
i try to put it to use, whenever possible-reanimate an emotion
or a state and thus, carry a shipload of golems alongside
for my own private entertainment.
so tonight, it's limbo-a stubborn german kid-pale skin, blue eyes, blonde hair
dressed in a blue sweater with a yellow flower that his ma made last summer
repulsive comforting bugger, and once he was just a sperm]
and we wait some more 'til a bloke appears
'dis way modom', the man says, a sheaf of paper tucked under
a planted smile flashing like some central tokyo LED hoarding
stinks of cheap cologne. his name tag reads Dan
[howdy dan, get some.]
i stare at him a discomforting beat as he looks down
auburn hair clean face yellow teeth broad shoulders thin legs
the typical affair-mediocre Dan, less than zero
shutter utter boredom, murder.
my eyes follow my woman who saunters ahead
she has shrunk a bit, that one
embittered, agitated, a near-wreck
all she does is smile her clueless smile while touching up
every fifteen minutes-all signs of something famished within her, guilt may be
something that had started gnawing a while back, only to sink its teeth
full into a large chunk of life; sapping sucking slow, gobbling whole,
a piranha on the shore, with a legless fashion model
Dan stumbles across a bent sign post, regains his composure
deficient Dan mutters and stands by, holding the door of the taxi
she gets in first and opens her satchel takes her mirror
frigging bejaysus darn woman
i take out a ten and hand it to Dan, knowing that the cretin will go
have a drink or two and take a woman home. someone bespectacled flatchested normal
hump her, shoot his load early and go to sleep snoring loud
what if the woman gets the pink line
another Dan, another loser, dim wit
ah darn the cycle, goddamn cycle.
the chauffeur honks and smiles at me
i look at Dan, the chauffeur, my woman and myself in the mirror, bloody mistakes
on our way to create more and then, more
nuff' said, thought, reflected, none done. another honk and the pensive driver stares
Dan has furrows on his forehead and me love talks from inside with the volume turned down
a cop stands next to me with quizzical eyes
fuck. it.
with a sharp jab onto his sides followed by
a back hand on his chin, i whip his service pistol out,
off his safety and one Dan, two driver, three cop
bang.bang.bang.holler/honk/scream/thud
open the door.bang-bang. mascara mess.
bang, one more to the cop, bravery medal.
last one, shove it down my throat, feel
the throb of the transcendental blowjob
cock.
note to ma:
hold Tammy in a tub of water, not more than
five minutes, once the thrashing dies
sink it deeper, don't mind the catshit
put it in a garbage bag and hurl it
into outerspace. that was a joke, ma.
you have done well. next time find a
better man and have a better son.
Whitewand6 said:epiphany
outside heathrow on a balmy day, the three of us wait
me love, myself and limbo
[having learnt this trick in the advanced writing program
i try to put it to use, whenever possible-reanimate an emotion
or a state and thus, carry a shipload of golems alongside
for my own private entertainment.
so tonight, it's limbo-a stubborn german kid-pale skin, blue eyes, blonde hair
dressed in a blue sweater with a yellow flower that his ma made last summer
repulsive comforting bugger, and once he was just a sperm]
and we wait some more 'til a bloke appears
'dis way modom', the man says, a sheaf of paper tucked under
a planted smile flashing like some central tokyo LED hoarding
stings of cheap cologne. his name tag reads dan
[howdy dan, get some.]
i stare at him a discomforting beat as he looks down
auburn hair clean face yellow teeth broad shoulders thin legs
the typical affair-mediocre dan, less than zero
shutter utter boredom, murder.
my eyes follow my woman who saunters ahead
she has shrunk a bit, that one
embittered, agitated, a near-wreck
all she does is smile her clueless smile while touching up
every fifteen minutes-all signs of something famished within her, guilt may be
something that had started gnawing a while back, only to sink its teeth
full into a large chunk of life; sapping sucking slow, gobbling whole,
a piranha on the shore, with a legless fashion model
dan stumbles across a bent sign post, regains his composure
deficient dan mutters and stands by, holding the door of the taxi
she gets in first and opens her satchel takes her mirror
frigging bejaysus darn woman
i take out a ten and hand it to dan, knowing that the cretin will go
have a drink or two and take a woman home. someone bespectacled flatchested normal
hump her, shoot his load early and go to sleep snoring loud
what if the woman gets the pink line
another dan, another loser, dim wit
ah darn the cycle, goddamn cycle.
the chauffeur honks and smiles at me
i look at dan, the chauffeur, my woman and myself in the mirror, bloody mistakes
on our way to create more and then, more
nuff' said, thought, reflected, none done. another honk and the pensive driver stares
dan has furrows on his forehead and me love talks from inside with the volume turned down
a cop stands next to me with quizzical eyes
fuck. it.
with a sharp jab onto his sides followed by
a back hand on his chin, i whip his service pistol out,
off his safety and one dan, two driver, three cop
bang.bang.bang.holler/honk/scream/thud
open the door.bang-bang. mascara mess.
bang, one more to the cop, bravery medal.
last one, shove it down my throat, feel
the throb of the transcendental blowjob
cock.
note to ma:
hold tammy in a tub of water, not more than
five minutes, once the thrashing dies
sink it deeper, don't mind the catshit
put it in a garbage bag and hurl it
into outerspace. that was a joke, ma.
you have done well. next time find a
better man and have a better son.
You have been carving this piece for a while now mr wand, and it is getting better and better. I would like to see Dan, not dan, and some other minor things, but really, this is a decent read, with a light foot playing on the throttle.
outside heathrow on a balmy day, the three of us wait
me love, myself and limbo
[having learnt this trick in the advanced writing program
i try to put it to use, whenever possible-reanimate an emotion
or a state and thus, carry a shipload of golems alongside
for my own private entertainment.
so tonight, it's limbo-a stubborn german kid-pale skin, blue eyes, blonde hair
dressed in a blue sweater with a yellow flower that his ma made last summer
repulsive comforting bugger, and once he was just a sperm]
and we wait some more 'til a bloke appears
'dis way modom', the man says, a sheaf of paper tucked under
a planted smile flashing like some central tokyo LED hoarding
stings of cheap cologne. his name tag reads dan
[howdy dan, get some.]
i stare at him a discomforting beat as he looks down
auburn hair clean face yellow teeth broad shoulders thin legs
the typical affair-mediocre dan, less than zero
shutter utter boredom, murder.
my eyes follow my woman who saunters ahead
she has shrunk a bit, that one
embittered, agitated, a near-wreck
all she does is smile her clueless smile while touching up
every fifteen minutes-all signs of something famished within her, guilt may be
something that had started gnawing a while back, only to sink its teeth
full into a large chunk of life; sapping sucking slow, gobbling whole,
a piranha on the shore, with a legless fashion model
dan stumbles across a bent sign post, regains his composure
deficient dan mutters and stands by, holding the door of the taxi
she gets in first and opens her satchel takes her mirror
frigging bejaysus darn woman
i take out a ten and hand it to dan, knowing that the cretin will go
have a drink or two and take a woman home. someone bespectacled flatchested normal
hump her, shoot his load early and go to sleep snoring loud
what if the woman gets the pink line
another dan, another loser, dim wit
ah darn the cycle, goddamn cycle.
the chauffeur honks and smiles at me
i look at dan, the chauffeur, my woman and myself in the mirror, bloody mistakes
on our way to create more and then, more
nuff' said, thought, reflected, none done. another honk and the pensive driver stares
dan has furrows on his forehead and me love talks from inside with the volume turned down
a cop stands next to me with quizzical eyes
fuck. it.
with a sharp jab onto his sides followed by
a back hand on his chin, i whip his service pistol out,
off his safety and one dan, two driver, three cop
bang.bang.bang.holler/honk/scream/thud
open the door.bang-bang. mascara mess.
bang, one more to the cop, bravery medal.
last one, shove it down my throat, feel
the throb of the transcendental blowjob
cock.
note to ma:
hold tammy in a tub of water, not more than
five minutes, once the thrashing dies
sink it deeper, don't mind the catshit
put it in a garbage bag and hurl it
into outerspace. that was a joke, ma.
you have done well. next time find a
better man and have a better son.
You have been carving this piece for a while now mr wand, and it is getting better and better. I would like to see Dan, not dan, and some other minor things, but really, this is a decent read, with a light foot playing on the throttle.
hemihead said:You have been carving this piece for a while now mr wand, and it is getting better and better. I would like to see Dan, not dan, and some other minor things, but really, this is a decent read, with a light foot playing on the throttle.
Dan. taken care of. the little things. okay. will work on it till it gets birthed better. thank you good sire. :]
Dan. taken care of. the little things. okay. will work on it till it gets birthed better. thank you good sire. :]
Trial by mind (Polar Shift)
Three bells sound the start of a new trial
and he will rise from slumber
to sit in silence
while the ghosts of previous prosecutions
take turns hammering home
their up-most contempt for him
They are never slow to show him
the one he left behind
because they know his mind too well
and have long since dispensed
with the hindrance of mercy
next, they'll roll out the big guns
one by one will come the corpses
and he'll try to look away
but they will demand his validation
and push for any explanation he cam mumble
to the polished wooden floors
he'll stare, then he'll stand up and swear that he's sorry
spurt out 'if only
then throw his head in his hands
until the first strands of sunlight grace the curtains
telling him its over for another day
and he can sleep.
Three bells sound the start of a new trial
and he will rise from slumber
to sit in silence
while the ghosts of previous prosecutions
take turns hammering home
their up-most contempt for him
They are never slow to show him
the one he left behind
because they know his mind too well
and have long since dispensed
with the hindrance of mercy
next, they'll roll out the big guns
one by one will come the corpses
and he'll try to look away
but they will demand his validation
and push for any explanation he cam mumble
to the polished wooden floors
he'll stare, then he'll stand up and swear that he's sorry
spurt out 'if only
then throw his head in his hands
until the first strands of sunlight grace the curtains
telling him its over for another day
and he can sleep.
Anonymous
PONDERING PROFILE
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Welcome to my world
Where creative mimicry
And compulsive cords
Of meander missiles
Exist in full bloom
Welcome to my world
Embroidery of vertical lines
Covers my delicate wrists
Strapped mouth
Only utters a sound
Welcome to my world
Catching nightmoths
Howling at the man
In the moon
Daylight comes too soon
Welcome to my world
Napalm nightmare
Gathering ghosts
Arguing with Morpheus
In my head
Welcome to my world
White the whispering wall
Soothing syringes sing
Mother morphines song
I am all
I am not
Just a round zero
Dott
One true friend
The end, the end
No exile
Read
Under
"File"
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Welcome to my world
Where creative mimicry
And compulsive cords
Of meander missiles
Exist in full bloom
Welcome to my world
Embroidery of vertical lines
Covers my delicate wrists
Strapped mouth
Only utters a sound
Welcome to my world
Catching nightmoths
Howling at the man
In the moon
Daylight comes too soon
Welcome to my world
Napalm nightmare
Gathering ghosts
Arguing with Morpheus
In my head
Welcome to my world
White the whispering wall
Soothing syringes sing
Mother morphines song
I am all
I am not
Just a round zero
Dott
One true friend
The end, the end
No exile
Read
Under
"File"
