Poetry competition CLOSED 16th April 2013 00:21am
WINNER
shaunda
shaunda
RUNNERS-UP:
Carpe_Noctem
and lotuslover
What went wrong in my life?
Inherited Burdens
What the hell went wrong with my life? I could say that it started as a kid, when all the confusion began. I could blame it on my parents "cooking" habits.
What the hell happened to my childhood? Frozen dreams of an innocent child, flew out the window when I was seven. All the abuse and punishments that caused these insecurities. Dad refusing to "cook", mom pulling her pistol loaded and cocked. Flying fists of drug induced zombies. What to do except spare my siblings.
What the hell went wrong with my life? Reality hit like a ton of bricks, girl of twelve, unstable stability snatched away for their fix. Looked out my window, and what did I see? Cops in the drive and charging right in. Beating on dad's door, so he can flush the dope. Praying I was fast enough, I can only hope.
What the hell happened to my adolescence? Taken away to unkind family, made to become a personal slave, all the while trying to be brave. Hating mom and loving dad, he cared enough to try to quit before shit got this bad. Waiting and wondering when I can wake up from this nightmare.
What the hell went wrong with my life? Parents were obliterated and against the drugs I couldn't compete. Almost went to prison because they chose to "cook", but not eat. Risking everything for a blast and that rush. I was old enough to be fearless but not to be crushed.
What the hell happened that day? Once I thought everything was back to "usual"......no.....Should have known the cosmic train-wreck was eventual. I'll not forget the day I was pulled out of gym, took to my uncle's and told I'd never see my mom again. All the dope caused her death; they say only the good die young, but whoever "they" are; they're full of shit.
What the hell went wrong with my life? After that day. I was fourteen, I ran wild and found sister morphine. It progressed to everything under the sun, the grief was suppressed by the obsession of fun. Drinking, smoking, and partying hard, all the time gambling with mom's death card.
What went wrong with my life? I could blame my actions on all these situations, but that would be fabrications. I didn't heed warnings gone past, allowed myself to traverse down the same devilish path. At first it just started because I was curious, doing everything in my power to stay oblivious. I let it take over 'til I couldn't deny it. Finally admitting I'm a fucking addict. No one to blame, a victim of circumstance. I had a choice, and of course I blew it.
What the hell went wrong with my life? I could say that it started as a kid, when all the confusion began. I could blame it on my parents "cooking" habits.
What the hell happened to my childhood? Frozen dreams of an innocent child, flew out the window when I was seven. All the abuse and punishments that caused these insecurities. Dad refusing to "cook", mom pulling her pistol loaded and cocked. Flying fists of drug induced zombies. What to do except spare my siblings.
What the hell went wrong with my life? Reality hit like a ton of bricks, girl of twelve, unstable stability snatched away for their fix. Looked out my window, and what did I see? Cops in the drive and charging right in. Beating on dad's door, so he can flush the dope. Praying I was fast enough, I can only hope.
What the hell happened to my adolescence? Taken away to unkind family, made to become a personal slave, all the while trying to be brave. Hating mom and loving dad, he cared enough to try to quit before shit got this bad. Waiting and wondering when I can wake up from this nightmare.
What the hell went wrong with my life? Parents were obliterated and against the drugs I couldn't compete. Almost went to prison because they chose to "cook", but not eat. Risking everything for a blast and that rush. I was old enough to be fearless but not to be crushed.
What the hell happened that day? Once I thought everything was back to "usual"......no.....Should have known the cosmic train-wreck was eventual. I'll not forget the day I was pulled out of gym, took to my uncle's and told I'd never see my mom again. All the dope caused her death; they say only the good die young, but whoever "they" are; they're full of shit.
What the hell went wrong with my life? After that day. I was fourteen, I ran wild and found sister morphine. It progressed to everything under the sun, the grief was suppressed by the obsession of fun. Drinking, smoking, and partying hard, all the time gambling with mom's death card.
What went wrong with my life? I could blame my actions on all these situations, but that would be fabrications. I didn't heed warnings gone past, allowed myself to traverse down the same devilish path. At first it just started because I was curious, doing everything in my power to stay oblivious. I let it take over 'til I couldn't deny it. Finally admitting I'm a fucking addict. No one to blame, a victim of circumstance. I had a choice, and of course I blew it.
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With a yawn he rose
His smoke filled nose
And marijuana on his breath
We exchanged hellos
Over a bag of doritoes
After cranking up on some meth
Our munchies soon gone
So up his back I jump on
To the corner store we'd flown
I went into the back
I grabbed a cold six pack
And a bottle of rum for the ride home
We flew to a stump
Each taking a bump
Till the bottle and cans had run dry
We both hit some weed
And together agreed
This night was just to young to die
What mysteries await
Of that our first date
we took to the skies once again
I don't remember shit
Of the Vagas strip
Just that dude with the eight ball of cocaine
A wake up groggy
Details still foggy
Trying to piece together the clues
Half naked I discover
Me and my fire breathing lover
Have complementing "forever" tattoos
A bright diamond setting
And pictures of our wedding
O mercy me what have we done
I started to cry
I wanted to die
I was only trying to have a little fun
Well I'd like to think
Never again i will drink
It happened to be the worst night of my life
Or so I had though
Turn out it was not
The day I became a dragons wife
Not yet hit with the reality
Of this act of bestiality
But that day soon would come
It ripped and it tore
Threw my vaginal floor
As I gave birth to our half dragon son
I know it sounds deep
But don't loose any sleep
I'm not even sure if that all of this even happened
Confused in a sea of mistakes
Between both the real and the fakes
Are amplified with booze and drugs as my captain
His smoke filled nose
And marijuana on his breath
We exchanged hellos
Over a bag of doritoes
After cranking up on some meth
Our munchies soon gone
So up his back I jump on
To the corner store we'd flown
I went into the back
I grabbed a cold six pack
And a bottle of rum for the ride home
We flew to a stump
Each taking a bump
Till the bottle and cans had run dry
We both hit some weed
And together agreed
This night was just to young to die
What mysteries await
Of that our first date
we took to the skies once again
I don't remember shit
Of the Vagas strip
Just that dude with the eight ball of cocaine
A wake up groggy
Details still foggy
Trying to piece together the clues
Half naked I discover
Me and my fire breathing lover
Have complementing "forever" tattoos
A bright diamond setting
And pictures of our wedding
O mercy me what have we done
I started to cry
I wanted to die
I was only trying to have a little fun
Well I'd like to think
Never again i will drink
It happened to be the worst night of my life
Or so I had though
Turn out it was not
The day I became a dragons wife
Not yet hit with the reality
Of this act of bestiality
But that day soon would come
It ripped and it tore
Threw my vaginal floor
As I gave birth to our half dragon son
I know it sounds deep
But don't loose any sleep
I'm not even sure if that all of this even happened
Confused in a sea of mistakes
Between both the real and the fakes
Are amplified with booze and drugs as my captain
