Poetry competition CLOSED 10th March 2013 6:51am
WINNER
mjs211 (MikeTheEngineer)
mjs211 (MikeTheEngineer)
Fail
Thank you for failing me
Footsteps echoing in the corridor
Ringing bells like clarion calls
To the dead and gone
To the dearly departed
No one died,
Just my love
I stand alone, scroll in my hands
They did not turn up
Thank you, parents, for failing me
Standing in line
Watching the grime
Of a bustling cancerous city
Papers in my hands
Job applications
None to be found
The zombies took them all
Will work for food
Thank you System for failing me
Laying still dying slowly
Nobody knows me
I am a statistic
On the conveyor belt
Waiting to be trashed
To the earth below
No money for medicine
No money for love
Thank You Heath for failing me
I am here
They fished me out
From that swimming pool
I am nothing
I am a ghost
I am lost
I passed through life
Unseen unwanted unheard
Thank You Life for failing me
Footsteps echoing in the corridor
Ringing bells like clarion calls
To the dead and gone
To the dearly departed
No one died,
Just my love
I stand alone, scroll in my hands
They did not turn up
Thank you, parents, for failing me
Standing in line
Watching the grime
Of a bustling cancerous city
Papers in my hands
Job applications
None to be found
The zombies took them all
Will work for food
Thank you System for failing me
Laying still dying slowly
Nobody knows me
I am a statistic
On the conveyor belt
Waiting to be trashed
To the earth below
No money for medicine
No money for love
Thank You Heath for failing me
I am here
They fished me out
From that swimming pool
I am nothing
I am a ghost
I am lost
I passed through life
Unseen unwanted unheard
Thank You Life for failing me
Anonymous
“Poster-Child”
http://cdn.ebaumsworld.com/mediaFiles/picture/634770/80685496.jpg
This was never an option,
but just the same,
I’ll take it
any way
I can get it,
I earned it.
The school of hard knocks
kicked me around,
a lot.
My low esteem issues
trumped all my successes,
I never made a sound,
ended up second-best,
always.
I confess,
as long as you don’t mind,
I guess
I can be your
poster-child for failure.
Now, give me
your award before
I change your mind.
http://cdn.ebaumsworld.com/mediaFiles/picture/634770/80685496.jpg
This was never an option,
but just the same,
I’ll take it
any way
I can get it,
I earned it.
The school of hard knocks
kicked me around,
a lot.
My low esteem issues
trumped all my successes,
I never made a sound,
ended up second-best,
always.
I confess,
as long as you don’t mind,
I guess
I can be your
poster-child for failure.
Now, give me
your award before
I change your mind.
Anonymous
These Perfect People by _m_L_
I have failed so much
they're giving me an award,
these perfect people I have to endure
endure my imperfections
and I guess took notes.
So they've assigned me with this ribbon
or a trophy,
I haven't seen it,
to commemorate me
for my stupidity eluded actions.
I feel hurt,
I did it to myself
and I have no one to hold my ways account.
I feel angry
these perfect people are doing this
as they continue laughing.
So now it's there,
a mantle piece
gold with a scribe saying
"God you fail",
thanks guys.
I have failed so much
they're giving me an award,
these perfect people I have to endure
endure my imperfections
and I guess took notes.
So they've assigned me with this ribbon
or a trophy,
I haven't seen it,
to commemorate me
for my stupidity eluded actions.
I feel hurt,
I did it to myself
and I have no one to hold my ways account.
I feel angry
these perfect people are doing this
as they continue laughing.
So now it's there,
a mantle piece
gold with a scribe saying
"God you fail",
thanks guys.
And the failure is…
I somehow win at failing, this award
given to me. Mutely I hold it, eyes
glazed in honor’s bile.
There is a trend towards crystal,
hard edges beveled and scratch-white
engravings, blazed in scars’ facts.
Lined up, these polished soldiers
savor imperfections. Flawed in
glared reflection, they are indigestible.
I place the new recruit on the shelf,
disgorging established order. The spewed
rhetoric spatters, and slowly dribbles out.
I swallow after-burns in acrid thoughts,
spit full in the recognition of my
misachievements.
I retch my thanks in return, then spot
the trophy won for ignoring myself –
oh look, I gush, this one needs dusting.
I somehow win at failing, this award
given to me. Mutely I hold it, eyes
glazed in honor’s bile.
There is a trend towards crystal,
hard edges beveled and scratch-white
engravings, blazed in scars’ facts.
Lined up, these polished soldiers
savor imperfections. Flawed in
glared reflection, they are indigestible.
I place the new recruit on the shelf,
disgorging established order. The spewed
rhetoric spatters, and slowly dribbles out.
I swallow after-burns in acrid thoughts,
spit full in the recognition of my
misachievements.
I retch my thanks in return, then spot
the trophy won for ignoring myself –
oh look, I gush, this one needs dusting.
Anonymous
I FEEL SO ASHAMED
I finally died and my soul did flee
From that horrid body that had enslaved me
That was not the end, the angels said
You must account for what you dread
Your failure to accept the failures as your own
The necessity to blame everybody else
Not that you did many sins of commission
Only that there were so many of omission
You did not kill anybody, I guess that was ok
But who did you delight and nurture and love
You failed your friends, you failed yourself
Now we are only the welcoming committee
Your life was a test of poise and grace
You never achieved this, no matter what
You were your own worst enemy in every way
But the Lord still loves you and here you are
In Sheol which is the graduate school of life
We will teach you, give you a second chance
We will also teach you to laugh and dance.
I finally died and my soul did flee
From that horrid body that had enslaved me
That was not the end, the angels said
You must account for what you dread
Your failure to accept the failures as your own
The necessity to blame everybody else
Not that you did many sins of commission
Only that there were so many of omission
You did not kill anybody, I guess that was ok
But who did you delight and nurture and love
You failed your friends, you failed yourself
Now we are only the welcoming committee
Your life was a test of poise and grace
You never achieved this, no matter what
You were your own worst enemy in every way
But the Lord still loves you and here you are
In Sheol which is the graduate school of life
We will teach you, give you a second chance
We will also teach you to laugh and dance.
it makes perfect sense to me
if there was'nt so much smoke
between me and the mirror
we would have better conversations
there are so many things
i would like to say to you
hellbent on losing
is easier than actually trying
lung cancer and cirrhosis of the liver
pin these medals upon
every black t shirt i own
full applause but no encore requests
when the announcement is made
Johnrot is fucking dead
even love letters
turn to hate mail
epic fail
it all makes perfect sense to me
nobody makes me bleed my own blood
but me
guess who wins again
i tie my own shoelaces together
open arms for faltered steps
it makes perfect sense to me
bronze those times
i was told to just give up
and place them on my trophy wall
right next to my lack of ambition
and un-deserved participation ribbons
2nd place is the first loser
and at least you tried is a lie
nothing falls in favor of
my heart
my absent correspondence
and social awkwardness
a badge of honor
my birth name carved in stone
the lack of flowers at my grave
the greatest award ever given
if there was'nt so much smoke
between me and the mirror
we would have better conversations
there are so many things
i would like to say to you
hellbent on losing
is easier than actually trying
lung cancer and cirrhosis of the liver
pin these medals upon
every black t shirt i own
full applause but no encore requests
when the announcement is made
Johnrot is fucking dead
even love letters
turn to hate mail
epic fail
it all makes perfect sense to me
nobody makes me bleed my own blood
but me
guess who wins again
i tie my own shoelaces together
open arms for faltered steps
it makes perfect sense to me
bronze those times
i was told to just give up
and place them on my trophy wall
right next to my lack of ambition
and un-deserved participation ribbons
2nd place is the first loser
and at least you tried is a lie
nothing falls in favor of
my heart
my absent correspondence
and social awkwardness
a badge of honor
my birth name carved in stone
the lack of flowers at my grave
the greatest award ever given
Anonymous
Thank's and congrats to Mike!
