Poetry competition CLOSED 25th February 2013 5:37pm
WINNER
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7wednesdays
RUNNER-UP:
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Unusual Sympathy
Poetry Contest Description
Unusual Sympathy
It's been awhile since I have been on here and even longer since I have done a comp, and I am excited to see what you all can do!
Here is the challenge:
~Write any style you please about someone who has or does horrible things, be them real or fictional, and make me feel some sort of sympathy/compassion/understanding/hope for them. Make me understand why they are the way they are and root for their change.
~I don't need the experiences to be personal, I just want the writer to put themselves in the shoes of someone else, cheater, murderer, rapist or whoever; someone who does things that are "wrong", but make me understand and sympathize why.
~I want this to be written in first person, (I, Me, We) please.
Make sense?
I am not interested in if you are a great poet, I am merely interested in if you can make me feel with your words. The one
who makes me feel the most, wins!
~You have 2 weeks.
~Please, please check your spelling and grammar before you post.
~One entry per person, so make it count.
~I am not going to go searching to see if your piece is new or old. So old entries are acceptable.
~Be imaginative.
~Good language is a plus!
~Please, no unnecessary chatter. I don't like having to sort through it. However, encouragement and praise is always welcomed!
Have fun and PM me if you have ANY questions.
Here is the challenge:
~Write any style you please about someone who has or does horrible things, be them real or fictional, and make me feel some sort of sympathy/compassion/understanding/hope for them. Make me understand why they are the way they are and root for their change.
~I don't need the experiences to be personal, I just want the writer to put themselves in the shoes of someone else, cheater, murderer, rapist or whoever; someone who does things that are "wrong", but make me understand and sympathize why.
~I want this to be written in first person, (I, Me, We) please.
Make sense?
I am not interested in if you are a great poet, I am merely interested in if you can make me feel with your words. The one
who makes me feel the most, wins!
~You have 2 weeks.
~Please, please check your spelling and grammar before you post.
~One entry per person, so make it count.
~I am not going to go searching to see if your piece is new or old. So old entries are acceptable.
~Be imaginative.
~Good language is a plus!
~Please, no unnecessary chatter. I don't like having to sort through it. However, encouragement and praise is always welcomed!
Have fun and PM me if you have ANY questions.
I Win~
He's been going to see a therapist once a week for about...Actually, this is the first time He's seeing the Head shrinker..It was court ordered.
"Hello, Mr. Whatever the hell that says, I cant pronounce it, forgive me.
I'm Dr. WhoGivesAShit..It's Indian. Please, tell me a little bit about yourself."
"Ok...Well
to start off I'm a fucking mess.
I'm freaked out all the time
and I'm a weird-o, I guess.
My friends tell me I'm crazy,
but I dont have any friends.
And I'm starting to think maybe
I've gone off a couple ends.
The days are getting longer,
but they seem to go so fast.
Cant seem to tell which one is which,
They all just go right passed.
Anyway.
I think my problem planted roots
when I was just a boy.
I played alone like all the time
and had to make my fuckin toys.
Needless to say, I had no toys,
just holes to dig and birds to kill.
I hated all those godamn birds,
but clipping them gave quite the thrill.
I'd catch them in a cage quite fast,
just left some food inside.
I'd snag their wings and pull em off,
Then watch em try to fly.
They'd sing such pretty songs.....
That got boring really quick, though,
just became the same old shit.
I needed bigger, BETTER things,
turns out this world is full of it.
I learned that cats can scratch real hard,
And dogs can bite like Hell.
I learned I could catch anything,
long as I could wait real well.
But skinning cats and burning dogs,
was like watching T.V.
it entertains my mind a bit,
but satsifies no needs.
I never went to school, you know,
weren't any schools around.
That Bitch taught me to read and write,
but Her smarts dont really abound.
She just liked to hate me,
Her fucking boyfriend, too.
That godamn asshole kicked my ass,
and often left me black and blue.
But I grew tough and played outside,
where I could test and plan,
and soon enough I showed my mom,
How tough and manly was Her man.
I watched Him living every day,
and learned him outside in.
I took the beatings with a smile,
whispering that I would win.
One day I saw Him in the kitchen,
cooking manly meat with beer
and thought that day I'd talk some shit,
To rouse within me twisted cheer.
I called him a pussy ass bitch,
as He'd called me before,
then slapped his food down to the ground,
His steak tumbled unto the floor.
Steam came out his eyes and ears
and quickly He saw red.
He began to yell and swing
and grabbed me by my head.
He punched me several times real hard,
but that aint nothin new,
I laughed and spit my blood at Him
and took the best that He could do.
Blow after blow He just grew weak,
His arms began to fade.
That's when I turned it all around,
and HE was trying to evade.
I grabbed Him by the throat and squeezed,
untill his eyes rolled back,
then let Him catch His breath real quick,
to keep him from fading to black.
Just to wake Him up a bit,
I pressed his cheek against the grill,
the one He used to cook his meat,
which would have been the mans last meal.
I threw Him down onto the ground,
and stepped right on His face.
I rubbed His seared, still-burning flesh,
into His mouth to taste.
He got up screaming from the pain,
which wasn't nearly done.
I grabbed His face and got real close
and said 'Now you can't run.'
I then tied Him to the table,
His arms and legs spread wide.
He screamed and screamed to no avail,
and begged me for His life.
Then I recalled that Bitch was there,
still sound asleep in bed.
Needless to say, I woke Her up,
just ran in and screamed 'HE'S DEAD!'
She jumped up with big, fearful eyes,
And hurried to come see,
but what she found was that asshole
awaiting sentencing.
She tried to run straight to His side,
but I had different plans.
I pulled Her back and grabbed Her neck
and said 'YOU kill this Man..
You brought Him here and let Him be,
Just WATCHED Him beat me blue.
I screamed and begged for you to help,
What, ever, did you do?!
You kill this Man the way I say,
or the same will come to you.'
And, like I thought, the selfish bitch
faked a tear and said 'ok...'
He screamed and begged Her for Her help,
and She just said 'ok..'
I wire tied His pits and thighs
and made Her tie His dick.
Then put a knife inside her hand
and said 'It wont be quick.'
She knew the ties were tourniquets
and didnt have to ask.
She closed her eyes and gave a sigh,
then started on Her task.
She pressed the cold, sharp steel to skin
and He just went insane.
He tried and tried to come untied
but only caused more pain.
His screams caused Her to hesitate,
Her cuts shakey and slow.
She cried and cried but, oh, the joy
I felt you'll never know.
As each arm fell and hit the floor
the screams got more intense.
I thought I'd scream and cry myself,
The joy was so immense.
She was then to remove His dick,
and give Him but a taste.
Then, as is deserved of Him,
Toss it in the trash, like waste.
His legs would take longer to do,
and He was getting pale.
So I got out the axe for Her
and She began to wail.
First couple hits just went through meat
and shot blood everywhere.
watching Her swing so wildly
was like my best Nightmare.
Then there it was, beautiful friend,
The Darkness creeping in.
His fleeting life just pounding there,
upon his necks rough skin.
Then question presented it's face,
as often in torturing:
To let Him bleed and fade away,
or live,
remembering everything?
I guess I let the Torso live,
but someone took His place.
I cut that Bitches fucking throat
and let Her bleed out on His face.
I called an ambulance for Him
and told them what I'd done.
Then, patiently, sat on the porch,
to wait for them to come.
The cops came first and I just said
'I will go peacefully'.
I put my arms behind my back
and they arrested me.
I went to jail, then to court
and now I'm sitting here,
A man who has been justly judged
by Jury of 'my peers'.
The judge has left it up to you,
To choose which cage I'm in.
But no matter where you put me, Doc
That piece of shit knows that I win......
You know, Doc, I find myself asking:
Am I a Man, trapped in the Beast,
Or am I Beast, trapped in the Man?
Which one do you think is me?"
He's been going to see a therapist once a week for about...Actually, this is the first time He's seeing the Head shrinker..It was court ordered.
"Hello, Mr. Whatever the hell that says, I cant pronounce it, forgive me.
I'm Dr. WhoGivesAShit..It's Indian. Please, tell me a little bit about yourself."
"Ok...Well
to start off I'm a fucking mess.
I'm freaked out all the time
and I'm a weird-o, I guess.
My friends tell me I'm crazy,
but I dont have any friends.
And I'm starting to think maybe
I've gone off a couple ends.
The days are getting longer,
but they seem to go so fast.
Cant seem to tell which one is which,
They all just go right passed.
Anyway.
I think my problem planted roots
when I was just a boy.
I played alone like all the time
and had to make my fuckin toys.
Needless to say, I had no toys,
just holes to dig and birds to kill.
I hated all those godamn birds,
but clipping them gave quite the thrill.
I'd catch them in a cage quite fast,
just left some food inside.
I'd snag their wings and pull em off,
Then watch em try to fly.
They'd sing such pretty songs.....
That got boring really quick, though,
just became the same old shit.
I needed bigger, BETTER things,
turns out this world is full of it.
I learned that cats can scratch real hard,
And dogs can bite like Hell.
I learned I could catch anything,
long as I could wait real well.
But skinning cats and burning dogs,
was like watching T.V.
it entertains my mind a bit,
but satsifies no needs.
I never went to school, you know,
weren't any schools around.
That Bitch taught me to read and write,
but Her smarts dont really abound.
She just liked to hate me,
Her fucking boyfriend, too.
That godamn asshole kicked my ass,
and often left me black and blue.
But I grew tough and played outside,
where I could test and plan,
and soon enough I showed my mom,
How tough and manly was Her man.
I watched Him living every day,
and learned him outside in.
I took the beatings with a smile,
whispering that I would win.
One day I saw Him in the kitchen,
cooking manly meat with beer
and thought that day I'd talk some shit,
To rouse within me twisted cheer.
I called him a pussy ass bitch,
as He'd called me before,
then slapped his food down to the ground,
His steak tumbled unto the floor.
Steam came out his eyes and ears
and quickly He saw red.
He began to yell and swing
and grabbed me by my head.
He punched me several times real hard,
but that aint nothin new,
I laughed and spit my blood at Him
and took the best that He could do.
Blow after blow He just grew weak,
His arms began to fade.
That's when I turned it all around,
and HE was trying to evade.
I grabbed Him by the throat and squeezed,
untill his eyes rolled back,
then let Him catch His breath real quick,
to keep him from fading to black.
Just to wake Him up a bit,
I pressed his cheek against the grill,
the one He used to cook his meat,
which would have been the mans last meal.
I threw Him down onto the ground,
and stepped right on His face.
I rubbed His seared, still-burning flesh,
into His mouth to taste.
He got up screaming from the pain,
which wasn't nearly done.
I grabbed His face and got real close
and said 'Now you can't run.'
I then tied Him to the table,
His arms and legs spread wide.
He screamed and screamed to no avail,
and begged me for His life.
Then I recalled that Bitch was there,
still sound asleep in bed.
Needless to say, I woke Her up,
just ran in and screamed 'HE'S DEAD!'
She jumped up with big, fearful eyes,
And hurried to come see,
but what she found was that asshole
awaiting sentencing.
She tried to run straight to His side,
but I had different plans.
I pulled Her back and grabbed Her neck
and said 'YOU kill this Man..
You brought Him here and let Him be,
Just WATCHED Him beat me blue.
I screamed and begged for you to help,
What, ever, did you do?!
You kill this Man the way I say,
or the same will come to you.'
And, like I thought, the selfish bitch
faked a tear and said 'ok...'
He screamed and begged Her for Her help,
and She just said 'ok..'
I wire tied His pits and thighs
and made Her tie His dick.
Then put a knife inside her hand
and said 'It wont be quick.'
She knew the ties were tourniquets
and didnt have to ask.
She closed her eyes and gave a sigh,
then started on Her task.
She pressed the cold, sharp steel to skin
and He just went insane.
He tried and tried to come untied
but only caused more pain.
His screams caused Her to hesitate,
Her cuts shakey and slow.
She cried and cried but, oh, the joy
I felt you'll never know.
As each arm fell and hit the floor
the screams got more intense.
I thought I'd scream and cry myself,
The joy was so immense.
She was then to remove His dick,
and give Him but a taste.
Then, as is deserved of Him,
Toss it in the trash, like waste.
His legs would take longer to do,
and He was getting pale.
So I got out the axe for Her
and She began to wail.
First couple hits just went through meat
and shot blood everywhere.
watching Her swing so wildly
was like my best Nightmare.
Then there it was, beautiful friend,
The Darkness creeping in.
His fleeting life just pounding there,
upon his necks rough skin.
Then question presented it's face,
as often in torturing:
To let Him bleed and fade away,
or live,
remembering everything?
I guess I let the Torso live,
but someone took His place.
I cut that Bitches fucking throat
and let Her bleed out on His face.
I called an ambulance for Him
and told them what I'd done.
Then, patiently, sat on the porch,
to wait for them to come.
The cops came first and I just said
'I will go peacefully'.
I put my arms behind my back
and they arrested me.
I went to jail, then to court
and now I'm sitting here,
A man who has been justly judged
by Jury of 'my peers'.
The judge has left it up to you,
To choose which cage I'm in.
But no matter where you put me, Doc
That piece of shit knows that I win......
You know, Doc, I find myself asking:
Am I a Man, trapped in the Beast,
Or am I Beast, trapped in the Man?
Which one do you think is me?"
Pedophilic Pleas
Keep an eye on your children,
for I will be as well;
attempting to resist
their fresh young bodies' tempting spell.
Watch out for your children,
don't let them from your sight;
I don't know if I can
stop myself, try as I might.
I'll be the first to warn your children
not to talk to strangers;
despite how much I want
them, I don't want them put in danger.
Don't leave me with your children,
no matter how we get along;
I swear if I'm alone
with them, I'll lose sight of right and wrong.
Keep an eye on your children,
for I will be as well,
knowing all along
these thoughts will send me straight to hell.
- A Smile Too Broad -
A Parable of Madness
I saw the horrors of the world, and they left me unfazed,
But when the horror came to call, it haunted me for days.
I could not bear the loss I endured, or muster but a grin,
Because I had lost all I loved, and could not smile again.
So in my hand I took a blade and opened my mouth far,
I made my smile far too broad, and left two smiling scars.
Now even frowning it seemed I smiled, my pain to deny,
Until my sanity snapped at last, and I longed only to die!
It only took one bad day to drive me to the distant brink,
One bad day in one awful life, until of it I could not think.
I painted my face to hide what I had done, like a clown…
And oft I noticed on others a scowl, a grimace, or frown.
I could not bear all their sadness; it reminded me of mine,
So I helped them all to smile broadly, a smile for all time!
The blade that once ran across my face, now I used new,
To help others to be happy and make dreams come true.
Perhaps if someone had loved me, I would not be thus…
But now I play the harlequin, a slave to laughter and lust.
I try to tell jokes when I help them, but it makes it worse,
Because I see they cannot laugh, only scream and curse.
Oh, if only love had saved me, they might still have lived,
And I would not have slain myself for I could still forgive!
I tell this tale likely from Hell, where my tears will not fall,
For the smile I carved upon my face is laughing at it all…
Now I am Hell’s jester and I tell jokes to all the damned!
But their screams turn not to smiles even at my command.
Perhaps comedy was not my calling, and tragedy my lot,
But somebody must love me, at least in twisted thought…
For, though damned, I have never been burned in flames.
Hell has a sense of humor, and a need for fun and games!
A Parable of Madness
I saw the horrors of the world, and they left me unfazed,
But when the horror came to call, it haunted me for days.
I could not bear the loss I endured, or muster but a grin,
Because I had lost all I loved, and could not smile again.
So in my hand I took a blade and opened my mouth far,
I made my smile far too broad, and left two smiling scars.
Now even frowning it seemed I smiled, my pain to deny,
Until my sanity snapped at last, and I longed only to die!
It only took one bad day to drive me to the distant brink,
One bad day in one awful life, until of it I could not think.
I painted my face to hide what I had done, like a clown…
And oft I noticed on others a scowl, a grimace, or frown.
I could not bear all their sadness; it reminded me of mine,
So I helped them all to smile broadly, a smile for all time!
The blade that once ran across my face, now I used new,
To help others to be happy and make dreams come true.
Perhaps if someone had loved me, I would not be thus…
But now I play the harlequin, a slave to laughter and lust.
I try to tell jokes when I help them, but it makes it worse,
Because I see they cannot laugh, only scream and curse.
Oh, if only love had saved me, they might still have lived,
And I would not have slain myself for I could still forgive!
I tell this tale likely from Hell, where my tears will not fall,
For the smile I carved upon my face is laughing at it all…
Now I am Hell’s jester and I tell jokes to all the damned!
But their screams turn not to smiles even at my command.
Perhaps comedy was not my calling, and tragedy my lot,
But somebody must love me, at least in twisted thought…
For, though damned, I have never been burned in flames.
Hell has a sense of humor, and a need for fun and games!
I'm not quite sure if this is what you're looking for but there is an element of understanding or sympathy for the abuser despite the trauma that is still being dealt with by the victim. If this does not qualify, please accept my apology 
Vanessa
You were my idol
my first hero;
A teenage girl in her prime of 'cool'
and everything I wanted to be
I guess I made it irresistible
for you to take advantage of me
~Because that's exactly what you did~
Took a sinless
bright-eyed little girl
and molded her
to serve
in your sick world
She complied with your
requests
demands
desires
without understanding
or being told the price
just so happy
to be
in your shadow
You took pride
in your wicked lessons
Late nights
spent at home
practicing
'cause I knew you'd ask
to see my progress
So eager to please
and gain your approval
Your obedient little captive;
my days spent
naked in your cage
That was your favorite game
I can still recall the
sight
and
smell
of that damp, dark basement
cold concrete slab floor...
pillows..
curtains..
and always a locked door
Kool-Aid and polaroid
photo shoots
123...I'll do you and
you do me
ABC...BDSM
Barbie doll re-enactments
Crude tools and implements
Learning to write the alphabet
and how to pleasure myself...
whatever that meant
~Goddamn these nauseating photographic memories~
I wish they
would've stayed
locked away but
the repressed
resurfaced
one day
I'll be okay...
it's not like
I was violated
with a dick
Virginity intact
still clean and pure...
right?
You make me sick!
I was just
a kid
when you poisoned
my mind......
My twisted mind
And now the line
is blurred between
hate
and
appreciate
'cause now and then
I quite like
that I'm not
alright;
they call me a
'switch'
Strained sympathy
pity and empathy
For I know the cycle
didn't start
with you
Someone before
poisoned you too
It must have been
confusing
I am sorry, I truly am
The difference between
you and I
is that I would never
bring this infliction
on anyone else
..ever..
To never be satisfied
with the conventional
was the heavy price
I paid
for your games
So come closer
dear cousin
because I really do think
you just need a hug
and I promise
it's from the heart.....
from mine
.....bleeding....
to yours
as my sharp blade
shreds and
tears you
apart
~Now be a good girl and keep quiet, the pain will end soon
Vanessa
You were my idol
my first hero;
A teenage girl in her prime of 'cool'
and everything I wanted to be
I guess I made it irresistible
for you to take advantage of me
~Because that's exactly what you did~
Took a sinless
bright-eyed little girl
and molded her
to serve
in your sick world
She complied with your
requests
demands
desires
without understanding
or being told the price
just so happy
to be
in your shadow
You took pride
in your wicked lessons
Late nights
spent at home
practicing
'cause I knew you'd ask
to see my progress
So eager to please
and gain your approval
Your obedient little captive;
my days spent
naked in your cage
That was your favorite game
I can still recall the
sight
and
smell
of that damp, dark basement
cold concrete slab floor...
pillows..
curtains..
and always a locked door
Kool-Aid and polaroid
photo shoots
123...I'll do you and
you do me
ABC...BDSM
Barbie doll re-enactments
Crude tools and implements
Learning to write the alphabet
and how to pleasure myself...
whatever that meant
~Goddamn these nauseating photographic memories~
I wish they
would've stayed
locked away but
the repressed
resurfaced
one day
I'll be okay...
it's not like
I was violated
with a dick
Virginity intact
still clean and pure...
right?
You make me sick!
I was just
a kid
when you poisoned
my mind......
My twisted mind
And now the line
is blurred between
hate
and
appreciate
'cause now and then
I quite like
that I'm not
alright;
they call me a
'switch'
Strained sympathy
pity and empathy
For I know the cycle
didn't start
with you
Someone before
poisoned you too
It must have been
confusing
I am sorry, I truly am
The difference between
you and I
is that I would never
bring this infliction
on anyone else
..ever..
To never be satisfied
with the conventional
was the heavy price
I paid
for your games
So come closer
dear cousin
because I really do think
you just need a hug
and I promise
it's from the heart.....
from mine
.....bleeding....
to yours
as my sharp blade
shreds and
tears you
apart
~Now be a good girl and keep quiet, the pain will end soon
Age 5,diagnosed with A.D.H.D
Put a classmate in the hospital.
More counseling...I don't like it here.
Age 7,killed the family pet.
More beatings.
Joined mom for a bath.
Was enrolled in a special school.
I don't like it here.
Age 10.In and out of facilities.
More medication prescribed.
Age 12,dad choked on his own vomit.Drunk again.Dead.
Mom can't handle the pressure.
Killed some more animals.
Age 13,more counseling.
Medications need adjusting.
I'm so tired...I hate it here.
Age 15,foster parents number 4.
New special school.
Put a classmate in a coma.
Diagnosed with...I forget.
Experimented with more sex...She said no.
I heard yes.
Age 20,mom turned the bath water red.Dead
Government assisted living.
I hate it here.
Age 23,more prescribed meds.
A lot more self medicating.
Stabbed a man for money.
Age 25,out of prison,more counseling.
Met a girl.
Reminds me of my mom.
Age 26.I killed her,then made love to her.
Age 26.Today they are really closing in on me.
They won't let me sleep.
I'm sorry mom.
I think I'll join you in the bath again.
Put a classmate in the hospital.
More counseling...I don't like it here.
Age 7,killed the family pet.
More beatings.
Joined mom for a bath.
Was enrolled in a special school.
I don't like it here.
Age 10.In and out of facilities.
More medication prescribed.
Age 12,dad choked on his own vomit.Drunk again.Dead.
Mom can't handle the pressure.
Killed some more animals.
Age 13,more counseling.
Medications need adjusting.
I'm so tired...I hate it here.
Age 15,foster parents number 4.
New special school.
Put a classmate in a coma.
Diagnosed with...I forget.
Experimented with more sex...She said no.
I heard yes.
Age 20,mom turned the bath water red.Dead
Government assisted living.
I hate it here.
Age 23,more prescribed meds.
A lot more self medicating.
Stabbed a man for money.
Age 25,out of prison,more counseling.
Met a girl.
Reminds me of my mom.
Age 26.I killed her,then made love to her.
Age 26.Today they are really closing in on me.
They won't let me sleep.
I'm sorry mom.
I think I'll join you in the bath again.
Salome's Mother -
Listening-
The Anti-Christ is in the kitchen
yelling at me again.
to pup's stirring tales
whirling beyond their tether, I knew
they would never know
the dervish of truly storming form;
that snipping snapping
just beyond their little kennels.
Back to the conversation-
As these baby-girls turn
into Cinderella, and old hounds
step into a smearing evil.
Or so that's their yapping
on fairy tales.
But what about the mothers?
Saved again by the garbage truck.
They didn't even give her a name
you know, Cinderella's stray?
She was not the pet of the day.
She played the viscous mutt
ringed in a worm of one sided archs.
And who wants to handle
the bark of that pooch anyway?
Salome's mother had a name...
I've got something to say.
Giving the lassy cover to hide
all those mites swaying
underneath; An itch
shimmering the sheath
with whimpers yet to come.
Some still pay Herodias no mind
entranced with Salome's prance instead.
But I squirm here, to find
I always whine at my trainer too.
My dog won't bite
if you sit real still.
I wonder -
if anyone bothered
to check in on Salome
after John the Baptist
escaped that doghouse?
Silent...
all
these
years.
Italics - Lyrics from " Silent All These Years " by Tori Amos
Listening-
The Anti-Christ is in the kitchen
yelling at me again.
to pup's stirring tales
whirling beyond their tether, I knew
they would never know
the dervish of truly storming form;
that snipping snapping
just beyond their little kennels.
Back to the conversation-
As these baby-girls turn
into Cinderella, and old hounds
step into a smearing evil.
Or so that's their yapping
on fairy tales.
But what about the mothers?
Saved again by the garbage truck.
They didn't even give her a name
you know, Cinderella's stray?
She was not the pet of the day.
She played the viscous mutt
ringed in a worm of one sided archs.
And who wants to handle
the bark of that pooch anyway?
Salome's mother had a name...
I've got something to say.
Giving the lassy cover to hide
all those mites swaying
underneath; An itch
shimmering the sheath
with whimpers yet to come.
Some still pay Herodias no mind
entranced with Salome's prance instead.
But I squirm here, to find
I always whine at my trainer too.
My dog won't bite
if you sit real still.
I wonder -
if anyone bothered
to check in on Salome
after John the Baptist
escaped that doghouse?
Silent...
all
these
years.
Italics - Lyrics from " Silent All These Years " by Tori Amos
Anonymous
NATURE IS CRUEL
Mother Nature is not a friendly creature
Just because she is NATURAL, does not mean she is NICE
From the time you are born until you die
Mother Nature can make life HELL for you
Consider NATURAL childbirth, it was NOT NICE
One in four mothers died; with current technology we have - saves many a life
All babies are not born equal, some are healthy, and some are not
Some babies will be superstars, some are destined for less
Adolescence, puberty, aging are NATURAL PARTS of life
They all come with issues that make us MISERABLE
The young want to be older, the aged remember a good youth
The truth was all parts of the lifestyle are HARD
And MOTHER NATURE is a BITCH
We are at nature’s mercy all through our lives
Externally and internally, her effects are felt
Some people stay healthy, some people get sick
Even when things SEEM to go SMOOTHLY
There is a NATURAL DISASTER waiting in the wings
An avalanche, a flood, a tsunami, an earthquake
I think Mother Nature wants to get rid of us
I do not think we are getting the hint
As we get older, NATURE packs a punch
Making us frail and uglier, unwanted is the sign
Animals do not get old, they merely get EATEN
We like to play GOD and as the BABY-BOOMERS age
There will be HATRED for the ELDERLY
For all the needs which we will have
Not when you are in your 60s, although some age early
But by 80…..you may be incontinent or demented
So wishing you a long life is a curse I think
Mother Nature has been nasty with me
And I hate to think – how much more I can take.
Mother Nature is not a friendly creature
Just because she is NATURAL, does not mean she is NICE
From the time you are born until you die
Mother Nature can make life HELL for you
Consider NATURAL childbirth, it was NOT NICE
One in four mothers died; with current technology we have - saves many a life
All babies are not born equal, some are healthy, and some are not
Some babies will be superstars, some are destined for less
Adolescence, puberty, aging are NATURAL PARTS of life
They all come with issues that make us MISERABLE
The young want to be older, the aged remember a good youth
The truth was all parts of the lifestyle are HARD
And MOTHER NATURE is a BITCH
We are at nature’s mercy all through our lives
Externally and internally, her effects are felt
Some people stay healthy, some people get sick
Even when things SEEM to go SMOOTHLY
There is a NATURAL DISASTER waiting in the wings
An avalanche, a flood, a tsunami, an earthquake
I think Mother Nature wants to get rid of us
I do not think we are getting the hint
As we get older, NATURE packs a punch
Making us frail and uglier, unwanted is the sign
Animals do not get old, they merely get EATEN
We like to play GOD and as the BABY-BOOMERS age
There will be HATRED for the ELDERLY
For all the needs which we will have
Not when you are in your 60s, although some age early
But by 80…..you may be incontinent or demented
So wishing you a long life is a curse I think
Mother Nature has been nasty with me
And I hate to think – how much more I can take.
Anonymous
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Polygamist
Dad ruled with a holy iron fist.
I had to respect him, he beat it into us if not.
Dad had three wives to him they did submit.
They had to too, sacrifice their souls if not?
Dad had all the power.
Our lives tools in his quest.
Dad kicked my ass out at thirteen, a threat perceived or not.
Now I am in my twenties!
A polygamist of my own.
I release my wives as they close their eyes.
The electric cord from their neck released.
I am as powerful as he, more so than he thinks!
For I have found more wives, mine sleep in eternal bliss.
A family unit in heaven for him!
But a harem in hell for me!
I know this might sound fucked up, and to some I am sure it's true.
But if that prick can sit with God, Then in hell I'll be with you!
Your breathing stops.
Your eyes turn glassy.
I kiss you corpse one more time.
As a fuck you were so classy.
I liked you so much I will keep you around.
For one more fuck before I put you in the ground.
At your grave I cry a bit,
Something's not right with me.
Of that I am sure as shit!
Polygamist
Dad ruled with a holy iron fist.
I had to respect him, he beat it into us if not.
Dad had three wives to him they did submit.
They had to too, sacrifice their souls if not?
Dad had all the power.
Our lives tools in his quest.
Dad kicked my ass out at thirteen, a threat perceived or not.
Now I am in my twenties!
A polygamist of my own.
I release my wives as they close their eyes.
The electric cord from their neck released.
I am as powerful as he, more so than he thinks!
For I have found more wives, mine sleep in eternal bliss.
A family unit in heaven for him!
But a harem in hell for me!
I know this might sound fucked up, and to some I am sure it's true.
But if that prick can sit with God, Then in hell I'll be with you!
Your breathing stops.
Your eyes turn glassy.
I kiss you corpse one more time.
As a fuck you were so classy.
I liked you so much I will keep you around.
For one more fuck before I put you in the ground.
At your grave I cry a bit,
Something's not right with me.
Of that I am sure as shit!
Tree-Nymphs
Sweet and gentle, she layed the plate of meat before the guest
And proceeded to cut it into edible slices with a warm smile
The young boy began to cry as the mother shook with fear
"It's something that lived..it's been dead for awhile!",
The elderly lady laughed, "Don't you two be so silly
Of course it's dead. Killed by my son there Billy,",
The boy then screamed in terror and ran from the room
The timid mother stood as if expecting to be struck down
Then nervously asked in a mouse-like shaking voice
"Is that my husband, who hasn't yet been found?",
"What on Earth is wrong with you two?", the old lady asked
"It's one of the pigs from out back, from our own farm!"
"So you eat the dead", the mother stated with a sickened look
"Only beef and pork and that slaughtered in our barn.",
The old lady remember's the mother's small and strange appearance
Feeling despair for the two she'd invited in from the cold
The mother wasn't quite all there was her final conclusion
After she and son fled, from the house of death's decay and mold.
Sweet and gentle, she layed the plate of meat before the guest
And proceeded to cut it into edible slices with a warm smile
The young boy began to cry as the mother shook with fear
"It's something that lived..it's been dead for awhile!",
The elderly lady laughed, "Don't you two be so silly
Of course it's dead. Killed by my son there Billy,",
The boy then screamed in terror and ran from the room
The timid mother stood as if expecting to be struck down
Then nervously asked in a mouse-like shaking voice
"Is that my husband, who hasn't yet been found?",
"What on Earth is wrong with you two?", the old lady asked
"It's one of the pigs from out back, from our own farm!"
"So you eat the dead", the mother stated with a sickened look
"Only beef and pork and that slaughtered in our barn.",
The old lady remember's the mother's small and strange appearance
Feeling despair for the two she'd invited in from the cold
The mother wasn't quite all there was her final conclusion
After she and son fled, from the house of death's decay and mold.
Anonymous
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Russian Tea and Awkward Silences
My mom asked me if I have a boyfriend yesterday
again.
"A girlfriend?"
she asked
Nothing solid
Not at the moment
I'm busy with other things
Too preoccupied with my lovely friends
Picking any random excuse I can from my inexhaustible list of lies to soothe my mother's pleading
I wish I could tell you
mom
I want to share
with you
but I can't
I can't share my love secret with anyone
no one understands
mom, I...
I loved a body with the surname Curtis
last Wednesday
he was tender
he was loving
his body was limp and slightly rotted
he never judges me
he has a history
that I cannot know
and never will
his lips are sealed
any secrets he held
any judgments he dealt
he took to the grave
No mom I am not on a dating sight or anything
I just have blind dates
in
the
cemetery
Instead I keep to myself.
My mother could not understand my love.
I eat her fluffy cranberry muffins
and make Russian tea to
chase our muffins chunks down
to our stomachs
I envision Curtis's cold hands
cupped limply around
my shivering, bare ass cheeks
I remember howling
at the moon,
alive as a wolf,
after retracting my tongue
from the glorious clitoris
of the rigid, enchanting body
of the late Velma Olivander
"I love you mom"
"I love you too sweetie,
don't be too busy with work, to have fun!"
"bye mom"
"love you"
My mom asked me if I have a boyfriend yesterday
again.
"A girlfriend?"
she asked
Nothing solid
Not at the moment
I'm busy with other things
Too preoccupied with my lovely friends
Picking any random excuse I can from my inexhaustible list of lies to soothe my mother's pleading
I wish I could tell you
mom
I want to share
with you
but I can't
I can't share my love secret with anyone
no one understands
mom, I...
I loved a body with the surname Curtis
last Wednesday
he was tender
he was loving
his body was limp and slightly rotted
he never judges me
he has a history
that I cannot know
and never will
his lips are sealed
any secrets he held
any judgments he dealt
he took to the grave
No mom I am not on a dating sight or anything
I just have blind dates
in
the
cemetery
Instead I keep to myself.
My mother could not understand my love.
I eat her fluffy cranberry muffins
and make Russian tea to
chase our muffins chunks down
to our stomachs
I envision Curtis's cold hands
cupped limply around
my shivering, bare ass cheeks
I remember howling
at the moon,
alive as a wolf,
after retracting my tongue
from the glorious clitoris
of the rigid, enchanting body
of the late Velma Olivander
"I love you mom"
"I love you too sweetie,
don't be too busy with work, to have fun!"
"bye mom"
"love you"
A Gift and A Curse
From the time I a was teenager I had urges to do different things,
Some were good and some were bad,
but all I could think about was the dreams,
Waking up in cold sweats everynight,
Wish I could just fly but I dont have wings,
Tormented by my past, Of all these different flings,
I didnt want to do it,
But it felt like I was a puppet with so many strings,
The hurt I have caused wasnt me,
I was a different person as it seems,
I was cursed and I couldnt reverse it,
I fall to my knees and and cry with anger and scream,
Lift it off me, Lift it off me, I SCREAM!!!!
No person in sight, My mind wants to cheat because of this curse I fight,
No more, No more of this, I dig in my right pocket and pull it out,
I look down to my right hand,
And As I come to realize,
All of this hardache can be solved with this knife!!!!!!
From the time I a was teenager I had urges to do different things,
Some were good and some were bad,
but all I could think about was the dreams,
Waking up in cold sweats everynight,
Wish I could just fly but I dont have wings,
Tormented by my past, Of all these different flings,
I didnt want to do it,
But it felt like I was a puppet with so many strings,
The hurt I have caused wasnt me,
I was a different person as it seems,
I was cursed and I couldnt reverse it,
I fall to my knees and and cry with anger and scream,
Lift it off me, Lift it off me, I SCREAM!!!!
No person in sight, My mind wants to cheat because of this curse I fight,
No more, No more of this, I dig in my right pocket and pull it out,
I look down to my right hand,
And As I come to realize,
All of this hardache can be solved with this knife!!!!!!
