Poetry competition CLOSED 13th January 2013 8:33pm
WINNER
kymkym65 (Kym)
kymkym65 (Kym)
2012 personal review
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poem about this past year
Not world events or greatest hits of 2012, write a personal poem of this past year, achievements, embarrassing moments, downfalls, heartaches, loves, and excitements. Highlights and lowlights, sum up your 2012. 
Rules:
only new poems
no word limit
one poem per poet
two weeks
AlwaysCaliban
Rules:
only new poems
no word limit
one poem per poet
two weeks
AlwaysCaliban
Anonymous
2012 PERSONAL REVIEW
This was a year that was not
As bad
As previous years
And
The change was not outside
Inside only
I wrote prolifically
Before hitting the wall
But the wall was the old wall
I knew him well
The wall is Satan
Persued me all my life
Obstacle upon obstacle
Strife upon strife
Only when I saw
The negativity in me
Could I exorcise the devils of doubt
Doubt and fear are not the work of the Lord
It is the adversaries' way
Of
Keeping humanity in line
Keeping one down
So up I flew
On wings of maturity
Late in coming
But now I knew
The only obstacle
For getting what you want
Is you.
This was a year that was not
As bad
As previous years
And
The change was not outside
Inside only
I wrote prolifically
Before hitting the wall
But the wall was the old wall
I knew him well
The wall is Satan
Persued me all my life
Obstacle upon obstacle
Strife upon strife
Only when I saw
The negativity in me
Could I exorcise the devils of doubt
Doubt and fear are not the work of the Lord
It is the adversaries' way
Of
Keeping humanity in line
Keeping one down
So up I flew
On wings of maturity
Late in coming
But now I knew
The only obstacle
For getting what you want
Is you.
2012
My year
categorically
not chronologically
Home town
new boss
enraging incompetence.
opportunity
excitement
change
new home
winter beauty.
succumbing
slovenly procrastination.
new job
sameness
responsibility
boredom.
Artistic flame
reawoken
writing
rhyming.
changing
not rhyming.
introspection
self-exploration
issues
fought
overcome
inken discovery.
drawing
steady hand
talent
honed
forms flowing
fully formed.
New acquaintance
stubborn disdain.
spark of empathy
curiosity
revelation
interest, compassion
adoration.
seeing
intensifying, solidifying
secret
not so secret
crush.
mmm Before I Sleep.
completely
irrelevant.
recently
guessed at
confirmed for
My Love
hugely increased
criticism
following
initial amusement.
Old French man
changing room
out of shape
huffing
grunting
panting.
shaking in terror
swallowed
tears
why?
confusion, suspicion
remembrance.
cringing
panic, tears
washroom
hiding
details flooding.
childhood comfort
retaken
Blue Eyed hugs.
nightmares
nightly
tear soaked pillow.
solitary solace
physical contact
impossible
reminding.
insomnia
welcome, enforced
release.
guilt
self-blame
logically unwarranted
regardless
bad, perverted
sinner
hatred.
despite long lost
whispers
knowledge
Shhh...
no, I'm not
a good girl.
thoughts twisted
new form
never
spoken.
Twenty twelve
year of
inward
change
truth, uncovered
acceptance.
all in all
a hard
good
year to remember.
To Forever And Back
Oh , How nostalgic this murderous intent has become
Playing out unfulfilled fantasies like a king without kingdom
And to only one holder of this self improvised widow-ship;
Do I dream so awfully of severing that taunting relationship
One that now merely dwells inside of a notebook;
Even when i'm drenched in pity it's where I still look
For on that desperate day I wrote with a ravenous flood;
and, that parchment now has our names signed in blood!
To her it was a simple act of departure and endless possibility
Little did she know it was the introduction to our romantic tragedy!
All she had left me with was my sin clenched within my fist;
A hand stained in red engraving her name into a cryptic blacklist
Written by a prime-time director and an aspiring eulogist;
The magicians signature was left on the dark Ink I kissed!
For something can only be a phenomenon if it's unintentional!
Pieced together with the weakest resistance and somebody emotional!
Just as those determined nights of worship and spell-casting;
Have left little sign of result - or a sentiment worth celebrating
The truth behind witchery is that of instantaneous karma!
Like an inaudible whisper sent out into the absurdis firma!
In that moment I had surely witnessed the death of true love;
Begging to the highest for our connection to exist above
I whined and leaked pathetically to take myself somewhere;
Alas it all proved useless as I was left choking on despair
Begotten by venus - with bacchus alone;
Trembling in confusion as I listen to her moan
Fading into frailty - trying to cease the taunt of a whore;
Striving for the affection of someone I don't know anymore..
I'll be adhering a promise when I'm turning her into a cadaver
She made me believe that we wouldn't change and I'd always have her
There's no better way to be together than to rot into the soil;
Eternally decaying with no sign of thought or a waking toil
To this day I still gander at what we've all become;
And, I cannot fathom the hideous intentions we all cir cum
Drowning in vanity and convenience as the living dead;
I pray that every morsel of humanity meet its sudden death bed
And, since I have no way of bringing a catastrophic doomsday;
I must inaugurate the butchery of the one who made me this way
The girl who gave me benevolence then turned it to stone;
The purest smile that taught me to love and left me on my own
I do suppose it's too late to re-kindle our love anew;
or remove all the vices that I always ignored as true
But who says I can't repent for our selfish aspirations;
By guiding us both into a cessation of fettering desperation!
Now all that is left is the means of execution;
What shall be the guide to our savage eradication?
I'll drain our lives through every tedious incision!
A slow and painful mutilation is my final decision!
Oh , How nostalgic this murderous intent has become
Playing out unfulfilled fantasies like a king without kingdom
And to only one holder of this self improvised widow-ship;
Do I dream so awfully of severing that taunting relationship
One that now merely dwells inside of a notebook;
Even when i'm drenched in pity it's where I still look
For on that desperate day I wrote with a ravenous flood;
and, that parchment now has our names signed in blood!
To her it was a simple act of departure and endless possibility
Little did she know it was the introduction to our romantic tragedy!
All she had left me with was my sin clenched within my fist;
A hand stained in red engraving her name into a cryptic blacklist
Written by a prime-time director and an aspiring eulogist;
The magicians signature was left on the dark Ink I kissed!
For something can only be a phenomenon if it's unintentional!
Pieced together with the weakest resistance and somebody emotional!
Just as those determined nights of worship and spell-casting;
Have left little sign of result - or a sentiment worth celebrating
The truth behind witchery is that of instantaneous karma!
Like an inaudible whisper sent out into the absurdis firma!
In that moment I had surely witnessed the death of true love;
Begging to the highest for our connection to exist above
I whined and leaked pathetically to take myself somewhere;
Alas it all proved useless as I was left choking on despair
Begotten by venus - with bacchus alone;
Trembling in confusion as I listen to her moan
Fading into frailty - trying to cease the taunt of a whore;
Striving for the affection of someone I don't know anymore..
I'll be adhering a promise when I'm turning her into a cadaver
She made me believe that we wouldn't change and I'd always have her
There's no better way to be together than to rot into the soil;
Eternally decaying with no sign of thought or a waking toil
To this day I still gander at what we've all become;
And, I cannot fathom the hideous intentions we all cir cum
Drowning in vanity and convenience as the living dead;
I pray that every morsel of humanity meet its sudden death bed
And, since I have no way of bringing a catastrophic doomsday;
I must inaugurate the butchery of the one who made me this way
The girl who gave me benevolence then turned it to stone;
The purest smile that taught me to love and left me on my own
I do suppose it's too late to re-kindle our love anew;
or remove all the vices that I always ignored as true
But who says I can't repent for our selfish aspirations;
By guiding us both into a cessation of fettering desperation!
Now all that is left is the means of execution;
What shall be the guide to our savage eradication?
I'll drain our lives through every tedious incision!
A slow and painful mutilation is my final decision!
year comes to a close
all of the words
another stain on a red blanket
and all of the voices
all of the faces
scream to night as snow piles up
scream to noises
seems as if nothing will ever change
all of those promises
should I promise again
to another marking like before
I finally told all
outside that hidden worlds
problems
are all the same will something change
in a couple weeks or so
not likely
am I really the one
problems
solved
problems
gained
everything I hear everything I can do
is it really all this way
can I listen
listen listen
in these mistakes
can I really not remember
all the substances
same story
this is hell
this is hell
end begin
I give away
thoughts
and a friend a first friend
leaves
and alone
all again this year
will repeat again
number on a calendar
I'm here for hope
give me a useless day like before
another year will sum
up everything of this soon gone number
a broken winter
and summer will bring my birth
and the start of a cold heaven will
not kill me
again and again and again
I try like I did before
I try
(this is not very great. I'm drunk so I found the words fitting. Just came up with this from the top of my head sorry for any mistakes.)
all of the words
another stain on a red blanket
and all of the voices
all of the faces
scream to night as snow piles up
scream to noises
seems as if nothing will ever change
all of those promises
should I promise again
to another marking like before
I finally told all
outside that hidden worlds
problems
are all the same will something change
in a couple weeks or so
not likely
am I really the one
problems
solved
problems
gained
everything I hear everything I can do
is it really all this way
can I listen
listen listen
in these mistakes
can I really not remember
all the substances
same story
this is hell
this is hell
end begin
I give away
thoughts
and a friend a first friend
leaves
and alone
all again this year
will repeat again
number on a calendar
I'm here for hope
give me a useless day like before
another year will sum
up everything of this soon gone number
a broken winter
and summer will bring my birth
and the start of a cold heaven will
not kill me
again and again and again
I try like I did before
I try
(this is not very great. I'm drunk so I found the words fitting. Just came up with this from the top of my head sorry for any mistakes.)
2012 Conclusions/2013 Projections
Unable to breatheYou could not have told me I would have a child that cuts herself
Flabbergasted is what describes my initial reaction, unable to breathe
An ostrich with my head in the sand? Heck no, not me
Support is what she’s getting now and it is abundantly
Weight Loss Journey 3I started my initial journey 1 in 2008 at a whopping 300+ pounds
Obese is what I was and I made every excuse
Even told myself this is what it is, and there is no use
Of trying to change, but I had to dig deep after being told
I would most certainly die; I now stand before everyone 4 years later
Less than half my original clothing size (size 24 clothes)
41 years (Summary)I turned 41 this year and continuing to expand my positive energetic
circle has been a benefit unlike no other
There are people in my life now, who serve as a surrogate father,
mother, sister and brother
I NOW use my past to fuel my future; you can see/feel my passion
No matter where I go or what I do, I am ready to grab it by the horns whatever it is that
Life throws
The biggest lesson was to dismiss/be dismissed by the people who saw me only as an option despite me viewing
them as a priority. There is beauty in technology, it’s called, BLOCK (cell phone, email, etc.)
Good Riddens!!!!!! I am much better for it
Bald and ProudThis one took a moment to embrace, in fact 10 years
I suffered setbacks, and I certainly shed many tears
The 2013 Alopecia Calendar shows my beautiful face
With or without hair, I am a force to reckon with
2013 ProjectionsLife is short and not promised to any of us, that is why they are projections
If am still graced with the gift of life my goal is;
To keep encouraging/inspiring people who aspire to change their lifestyle
Maintain/Keep those people in my circle who soar like eagles
Run my first 5k run/diva mudd challenge
Continue to work on being a better me which in turn transcends on to others
Unable to breatheYou could not have told me I would have a child that cuts herself
Flabbergasted is what describes my initial reaction, unable to breathe
An ostrich with my head in the sand? Heck no, not me
Support is what she’s getting now and it is abundantly
Weight Loss Journey 3I started my initial journey 1 in 2008 at a whopping 300+ pounds
Obese is what I was and I made every excuse
Even told myself this is what it is, and there is no use
Of trying to change, but I had to dig deep after being told
I would most certainly die; I now stand before everyone 4 years later
Less than half my original clothing size (size 24 clothes)
41 years (Summary)I turned 41 this year and continuing to expand my positive energetic
circle has been a benefit unlike no other
There are people in my life now, who serve as a surrogate father,
mother, sister and brother
I NOW use my past to fuel my future; you can see/feel my passion
No matter where I go or what I do, I am ready to grab it by the horns whatever it is that
Life throws
The biggest lesson was to dismiss/be dismissed by the people who saw me only as an option despite me viewing
them as a priority. There is beauty in technology, it’s called, BLOCK (cell phone, email, etc.)
Good Riddens!!!!!! I am much better for it
Bald and ProudThis one took a moment to embrace, in fact 10 years
I suffered setbacks, and I certainly shed many tears
The 2013 Alopecia Calendar shows my beautiful face
With or without hair, I am a force to reckon with
2013 ProjectionsLife is short and not promised to any of us, that is why they are projections
If am still graced with the gift of life my goal is;
To keep encouraging/inspiring people who aspire to change their lifestyle
Maintain/Keep those people in my circle who soar like eagles
Run my first 5k run/diva mudd challenge
Continue to work on being a better me which in turn transcends on to others
Raindrops on the windowsill
Frost rims the pane
Streetlamps drizzle neon
Under Californian rain
Christmas now nearly past
Two thousand twelve will soon be gone
Resolutions offer faith until
Atonements come again
But joy in faith is better still
To the reasoned scowl upon
Those who've failed this year's cast
And refuse to cast again
Redemption reigns and always will
For this year's dusk a new year's dawn
For this year's duck a new year's swan
No sin a Christmas rain can't kill
And rain will fall fast again
-DyMc
Frost rims the pane
Streetlamps drizzle neon
Under Californian rain
Christmas now nearly past
Two thousand twelve will soon be gone
Resolutions offer faith until
Atonements come again
But joy in faith is better still
To the reasoned scowl upon
Those who've failed this year's cast
And refuse to cast again
Redemption reigns and always will
For this year's dusk a new year's dawn
For this year's duck a new year's swan
No sin a Christmas rain can't kill
And rain will fall fast again
-DyMc
2012
Every year seems to start and end with cold
Both January and December like to nip at your mind and toes
As you look back and then ahead
February brings pain only it can hold
It brings memories of slow and lingering death, and reminders of what it means to be alone
March is the month to reminisce
To think on all that we once knew
It's the month that tricks you into thinking what once was can be experienced anew
Aprils rain will wash away those delusions
Leaving nothing behind but cold, wet clarity
May brings with it the green buds of springs new growth
Daffodils and pink blossoms grow now in what looked so dead
Nourishing barren ground and hearts, covering bare branches in celebratory decoration
Clarity is no longer as cold, it's hand holds a loving handkerchief that wipes away the results of the pasts pains
June, as it always does, passes in sweet music smothering sweet warmth
July brings a foreign heat, sending soothing breezes around lovers walking the fabled narrow streets of Paris
August hides in summers last sweltering haze, horizons not quite seen through the shimmer
It brings to mind the streets of Amsterdam, seen through eyes covered by a different veil
September is warmths last stand, but cold has started its inevitable creep
Between intertwined fingers it begins to bite
Summer turns to autumn and hearts begin to fall
October brings with it a sense of finality, and sad thoughts of summers warmth
The trees, once so joyous
Now bleed tears of golden red
Novembers cold winds bite to the bone
But bring with them the tears of trees
Moving by some intricate design
Seems like those branches, yet again laid bare
Have discovered new ways to express their pain and joy
Reminding me that the pain of the past can into the presents fleeting joy
Every year seems to start and end with cold
Both January and December like to nip at your mind and toes
As you look back and then ahead
February brings pain only it can hold
It brings memories of slow and lingering death, and reminders of what it means to be alone
March is the month to reminisce
To think on all that we once knew
It's the month that tricks you into thinking what once was can be experienced anew
Aprils rain will wash away those delusions
Leaving nothing behind but cold, wet clarity
May brings with it the green buds of springs new growth
Daffodils and pink blossoms grow now in what looked so dead
Nourishing barren ground and hearts, covering bare branches in celebratory decoration
Clarity is no longer as cold, it's hand holds a loving handkerchief that wipes away the results of the pasts pains
June, as it always does, passes in sweet music smothering sweet warmth
July brings a foreign heat, sending soothing breezes around lovers walking the fabled narrow streets of Paris
August hides in summers last sweltering haze, horizons not quite seen through the shimmer
It brings to mind the streets of Amsterdam, seen through eyes covered by a different veil
September is warmths last stand, but cold has started its inevitable creep
Between intertwined fingers it begins to bite
Summer turns to autumn and hearts begin to fall
October brings with it a sense of finality, and sad thoughts of summers warmth
The trees, once so joyous
Now bleed tears of golden red
Novembers cold winds bite to the bone
But bring with them the tears of trees
Moving by some intricate design
Seems like those branches, yet again laid bare
Have discovered new ways to express their pain and joy
Reminding me that the pain of the past can into the presents fleeting joy
My Year In Review
From ICU to The Fifth Floor
Visitors with pasted-on smiles
The anti-Cheers
Where Nobody Knows Your Name
(Without a code)
Oh no, not again
Plastic sporks redux
Officially, nothing is a laughing matter
Officially, it's heart-attack serious
But the inmates know better
The third time's a charm
Inpatient lockdown
Three squares a day
Say the right things
Win your release...
Gold Standard Treatment
Electroconvulsive Therapy
memories lost, but
New neural pathways
Found
A month of remission
30 days of questioned hope
It comes back slowly
Yet back it comes
My Happy New Year!
From ICU to The Fifth Floor
Visitors with pasted-on smiles
The anti-Cheers
Where Nobody Knows Your Name
(Without a code)
Oh no, not again
Plastic sporks redux
Officially, nothing is a laughing matter
Officially, it's heart-attack serious
But the inmates know better
The third time's a charm
Inpatient lockdown
Three squares a day
Say the right things
Win your release...
Gold Standard Treatment
Electroconvulsive Therapy
memories lost, but
New neural pathways
Found
A month of remission
30 days of questioned hope
It comes back slowly
Yet back it comes
My Happy New Year!
here is my poem on 2012
High were hopes, eyes with dreams,
Ups and downs, 2012 have seen,
With each day passed, degree came closer,
Making storm even more tougher,
Difficult it was, demeanor to maintain,
When closest relation failed to sustain,
Twists and turns caused me worry,
Soothing to c it ending in merry,
What’s in store (i.e. year 2013) I am not sure?
Greedy as ever, I want more..
High were hopes, eyes with dreams,
Ups and downs, 2012 have seen,
With each day passed, degree came closer,
Making storm even more tougher,
Difficult it was, demeanor to maintain,
When closest relation failed to sustain,
Twists and turns caused me worry,
Soothing to c it ending in merry,
What’s in store (i.e. year 2013) I am not sure?
Greedy as ever, I want more..
November Raised A Bastard
January spawned a monster
February spawned one too
Now all my tomorrows
Are spoiled because of you.
The kings are in there counting house
Their children in the road
Feelings weigh down paper bags
No end in sight unknown.
March kicked me in the bollocks
April took my soul
Cracks in the relationship
Fire in the hole.
Hours became days
Months became moments
Times dies as the body trys
Fighting invisible opponents.
May gave birth to hatred
June gave birth to fear
Jealousy took a back seat
As envy moved in here
Clouds part with anguish
The sun comes out to play
Plants dance as we argue
Where we used to prey.
July sprung a gasket
August sprung a leak
Disconnect became bitterness
Being strong I became so weak
This void became lonely
This heart had become stripped
This body aches from punishment
Your love is all I seek.
September murdered summer
October murdered autumn too
How can I go on living?
When I can no longer be with you?
You went underground
I returned to space
You glanced over your sholder
As i abandoned the human race.
November raised a bastard
December raised one too
Xmas came early
When you said you love me to.
January spawned a monster
February spawned one too
Now all my tomorrows
Are spoiled because of you.
The kings are in there counting house
Their children in the road
Feelings weigh down paper bags
No end in sight unknown.
March kicked me in the bollocks
April took my soul
Cracks in the relationship
Fire in the hole.
Hours became days
Months became moments
Times dies as the body trys
Fighting invisible opponents.
May gave birth to hatred
June gave birth to fear
Jealousy took a back seat
As envy moved in here
Clouds part with anguish
The sun comes out to play
Plants dance as we argue
Where we used to prey.
July sprung a gasket
August sprung a leak
Disconnect became bitterness
Being strong I became so weak
This void became lonely
This heart had become stripped
This body aches from punishment
Your love is all I seek.
September murdered summer
October murdered autumn too
How can I go on living?
When I can no longer be with you?
You went underground
I returned to space
You glanced over your sholder
As i abandoned the human race.
November raised a bastard
December raised one too
Xmas came early
When you said you love me to.
Anonymous
I cannot speak a word of it
It sickens me with fear
From the fucked up beginning of two thousand and twelve
will be haunting me for years
Fucker!
Hearts broken, insane betrayal
Mixed up words, pathetic lies
Degrading accusations, saddest sets of eyes
So much fucking Pain, So very deep inside.
Why believe the truth
when you prefer your own bullshit lies
I cannot speak a word of it
Twenty Twelve can rot in hell!
It sickens me with fear
From the fucked up beginning of two thousand and twelve
will be haunting me for years
Fucker!
Hearts broken, insane betrayal
Mixed up words, pathetic lies
Degrading accusations, saddest sets of eyes
So much fucking Pain, So very deep inside.
Why believe the truth
when you prefer your own bullshit lies
I cannot speak a word of it
Twenty Twelve can rot in hell!
