Poetry competition CLOSED 2nd May 2013 6:46pm
WINNER
thepunisher (PsyChopAth)
thepunisher (PsyChopAth)
RUNNERS-UP:
ElrondSirfalas
and redrose
Happiness in Pain
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poem about how you find happiness through something that actually makes you deeply unhappy
I want to be able to feel how happy you can be, but understand at the same time what it is exactly that makes you so unhappy
Anonymous
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THE GOOD NEWS IS: YOU CANNOT DIE FROM THIS
How do I say, "I feel your pain"
When you know, my pain is different
Reading your poem gave me a hint
My pain is visceral, deep in the gut
Clenching, spasmodic, I double over
Reading becomes a haze as another
Wave of burning cramp drives a knife
Into my abdomen, as I clutch myself
Rock back and forth, praying, saying
"Please G*D, make the pain go away"
In between bursts of fire, I claw my way
Into the bag of medications and find
Gastroenterologist prescribed pills for this
He is an empathetic man, he has seen so much
Even mild conditions being discounted
"I have to learn to live with this"
My brain reminds me, as every trip
To the outside world, includes a quest
To the unmentionable place
A humiliating disease
For those who do not have it
Will never have it
Cannot understand
You are not weak
You did not choose your disease
It chose you
Spent a lifetime explaining
The unexplainable
To those who will never have it
To those who look at you blankly
While you walk doubled over
While you pretend to be normal
The show must go on
For those with this invisible disease
Called Irritable Bowel Syndrome
It does not kill - unfortunately
People think you are lucky
Because it leaves you alive
When it goes into remission
Only then, am I happy to be alive.
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THE GOOD NEWS IS: YOU CANNOT DIE FROM THIS
How do I say, "I feel your pain"
When you know, my pain is different
Reading your poem gave me a hint
My pain is visceral, deep in the gut
Clenching, spasmodic, I double over
Reading becomes a haze as another
Wave of burning cramp drives a knife
Into my abdomen, as I clutch myself
Rock back and forth, praying, saying
"Please G*D, make the pain go away"
In between bursts of fire, I claw my way
Into the bag of medications and find
Gastroenterologist prescribed pills for this
He is an empathetic man, he has seen so much
Even mild conditions being discounted
"I have to learn to live with this"
My brain reminds me, as every trip
To the outside world, includes a quest
To the unmentionable place
A humiliating disease
For those who do not have it
Will never have it
Cannot understand
You are not weak
You did not choose your disease
It chose you
Spent a lifetime explaining
The unexplainable
To those who will never have it
To those who look at you blankly
While you walk doubled over
While you pretend to be normal
The show must go on
For those with this invisible disease
Called Irritable Bowel Syndrome
It does not kill - unfortunately
People think you are lucky
Because it leaves you alive
When it goes into remission
Only then, am I happy to be alive.
world
African children
Iraq
bullying
earth
It pretty to see grass is greener but it sad to know the under the ground is black soil with dark angry fear....
It nice to see African people smile and keep holding it on but sad to see the pain and hunger because they didn't notice for their help to change.
it amazing to know that I would stand up for stop bullying but it sad to seeing that they don't help because it make them to feel uncool to help s(he)..
it nice beautiful Iraq country and smiling all around but it sad that they don't have life like we do and I can't imagine if I were Iraq and grew up hearing the bomb and people just don't get ALONG...
smile can behind the pain, just like the sunrise behind the rain ..people just worrying about their own life but I don't care what they had to do, all I want to see is "LOVE" each other.
African children
Iraq
bullying
earth
It pretty to see grass is greener but it sad to know the under the ground is black soil with dark angry fear....
It nice to see African people smile and keep holding it on but sad to see the pain and hunger because they didn't notice for their help to change.
it amazing to know that I would stand up for stop bullying but it sad to seeing that they don't help because it make them to feel uncool to help s(he)..
it nice beautiful Iraq country and smiling all around but it sad that they don't have life like we do and I can't imagine if I were Iraq and grew up hearing the bomb and people just don't get ALONG...
smile can behind the pain, just like the sunrise behind the rain ..people just worrying about their own life but I don't care what they had to do, all I want to see is "LOVE" each other.
Anonymous
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Everything pleases me, yet I'm never satisfied
I love to travel, yet have nowhere to be
I don't want anything, yet I want more
I don't want to get high, but I hate sobriety.
Impressions, confusion, the fact of life my insanity
Indecisive, contradictive, paradoxical, reality.
I can leave when I want, but I'm stuck in this town
I don't want to die, yet I don't want to live
I want to be by myself, yet I feel so alone
I want to provide what you want, though I have nothing to give
Impressions, confusion, the fact of life my insanity
Indecisive, contradictive, paradoxical reality.
I'm pretty tired, yet I don't want to sleep
I want to do something, but there's nothing to be done
I don't believe in love, yet I yearn to be loved
I don't believe in friends, but I wish I had one!
Impressions, confusion, the fact of life my insanity
Indecisive, contradictive, paradoxical reality.
Surrounded by people, yet I'm alone
In solitude, secluded, by myself
I love it this way,
I hate myself for it.
-Casper
(Yes I know contradictive isn't a word, but I took some liberty with this)
I love to travel, yet have nowhere to be
I don't want anything, yet I want more
I don't want to get high, but I hate sobriety.
Impressions, confusion, the fact of life my insanity
Indecisive, contradictive, paradoxical, reality.
I can leave when I want, but I'm stuck in this town
I don't want to die, yet I don't want to live
I want to be by myself, yet I feel so alone
I want to provide what you want, though I have nothing to give
Impressions, confusion, the fact of life my insanity
Indecisive, contradictive, paradoxical reality.
I'm pretty tired, yet I don't want to sleep
I want to do something, but there's nothing to be done
I don't believe in love, yet I yearn to be loved
I don't believe in friends, but I wish I had one!
Impressions, confusion, the fact of life my insanity
Indecisive, contradictive, paradoxical reality.
Surrounded by people, yet I'm alone
In solitude, secluded, by myself
I love it this way,
I hate myself for it.
-Casper
(Yes I know contradictive isn't a word, but I took some liberty with this)
hold it up to the light, to see if it's genuine
& bursting through the yellow gape
assures me i done the right thing
rays turning through the opening
gash in my
outlined with crusted
por favore,
ready for a fuck again
steady for a fuck you again
lady liberty, me,
crowned as the best a man can get
making vaginas out of blood
an lickin em dry
Make The Best Of It
I stain this page in crimson ink
As Your eyes leak a serene sadness
I'm dying to see you out of desperation
So I cut myself and begin to drink
All this worry drenched in emptiness
Couldn't spare me an ounce of motivation
Can I come over and kiss your heart?
Or should I continue to write this mess?
Lonely as I can be with all of these I's
I'm thinking of you to pretend I'm an art
I just writhe in self reflection I guess
I feel so much better than those simple guys
Prancing around like chivalry isn't dead
I'd just like to shed a little dimming light
A retrospect on what all this really meant
Every time that I sat silent and hung my head
A grim satisfaction told me not to fight
For all these hellish ends are heaven sent
I'll just meet a friend and start another fad
Who would have thought that life was a trend
So Here I come progressive as tragedy
I can't really say that sorrow makes me sad
I'm just ashamed that I don't care to lend
Another conversation to see you through this comedy
I stain this page in crimson ink
As Your eyes leak a serene sadness
I'm dying to see you out of desperation
So I cut myself and begin to drink
All this worry drenched in emptiness
Couldn't spare me an ounce of motivation
Can I come over and kiss your heart?
Or should I continue to write this mess?
Lonely as I can be with all of these I's
I'm thinking of you to pretend I'm an art
I just writhe in self reflection I guess
I feel so much better than those simple guys
Prancing around like chivalry isn't dead
I'd just like to shed a little dimming light
A retrospect on what all this really meant
Every time that I sat silent and hung my head
A grim satisfaction told me not to fight
For all these hellish ends are heaven sent
I'll just meet a friend and start another fad
Who would have thought that life was a trend
So Here I come progressive as tragedy
I can't really say that sorrow makes me sad
I'm just ashamed that I don't care to lend
Another conversation to see you through this comedy
Spirit Tied and Doused
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spirit tied and doused
what amounts to simplistic routes
a fluid back & forth
a winter warning; stroll of the cold souls
track the trick baby…the bounce
betrothed only to the quarter ounce
that up & down motion
14 hours, 26 different choices
sums of ‘em
every time up she chooses
(a.)way; her sway
she had ‘em all…all
out of order through (z.)
they all loved her
all except the (s. t. & d.)
letters of the law
their joy, their
call
…
photo: Laura Hartley
Cuts and Scars
These scars on my arm remind me of the time when you ran my life.
The scars are a painful curse,
but a blissful serenity.
With a painful memory come to soft cut.
My arms may flow with blood so red,
but you wouldn't care if I wind up dead. You say you care,
but you lied.
I always hide my pain inside.
My scars on my past and will ever last.
With every cut, I lose myself.
With all the pain, I cry to myself why.
I always feel my pain in my veins on the inside.
Anonymous
“Dead on my Feet”
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They said
it would never
kill me,
but
they lied.
Seductively
it pulls you in,
the time clock
clicks-repeatedly.
My days get longer
as
I'm driven to succeed,
happiness is a bit shorter,
it ain’t sweet anymore,
moving up the ladder.
Sadder,
I hop from
paycheck
to
paycheck
and
I hate it.
But
I’ve got to eat,
make ends meet,
pay the bills.
I am dead on
my feet
wearing shoes
with a full belly,
like the rest
of the
working-class world.
This sucks.
http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXev3Y4gvZU/Svb7ugwboCI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ez2d43GSSqY/s320/wkm.jpg
They said
it would never
kill me,
but
they lied.
Seductively
it pulls you in,
the time clock
clicks-repeatedly.
My days get longer
as
I'm driven to succeed,
happiness is a bit shorter,
it ain’t sweet anymore,
moving up the ladder.
Sadder,
I hop from
paycheck
to
paycheck
and
I hate it.
But
I’ve got to eat,
make ends meet,
pay the bills.
I am dead on
my feet
wearing shoes
with a full belly,
like the rest
of the
working-class world.
This sucks.
Anonymous
"Bring Back The Smiles~Kill the Frowns"
http://www.realmofdarkness.net/pc/img/lg/drunk/drunk-004.jpg
(Disjointed-thoughts due to my drinking)
When I imbibe,
I'm a happy drunk,
and
after a
drink or two,
I smile more,
make new friends,
even with devils.
Life is so grand
flying on booze,
how can one lose?
These empty bottles
found
lying by my bed
are the reason
for this
painful-pounding
in my foggy head.
I'm so unhappy.
Now,
I drink more
to
bring
back the smiles,
kill the frowns.
http://www.realmofdarkness.net/pc/img/lg/drunk/drunk-004.jpg
(Disjointed-thoughts due to my drinking)
When I imbibe,
I'm a happy drunk,
and
after a
drink or two,
I smile more,
make new friends,
even with devils.
Life is so grand
flying on booze,
how can one lose?
These empty bottles
found
lying by my bed
are the reason
for this
painful-pounding
in my foggy head.
I'm so unhappy.
Now,
I drink more
to
bring
back the smiles,
kill the frowns.
i grab the blade to slice my wrist
I see her face and hear her giggle
But all the wghile im no she not mine
I look at the picture and grab the bottle hopeing to Drink away what i feel in side
Tis not working im still sad so i grab the bottle of Pills by my bed
A mood suppreset to calm the attacks
But the demons fight right back
So i take another and hope for the best as i close my eyes and try to rest
I see her face and hear her giggle
But all the wghile im no she not mine
I look at the picture and grab the bottle hopeing to Drink away what i feel in side
Tis not working im still sad so i grab the bottle of Pills by my bed
A mood suppreset to calm the attacks
But the demons fight right back
So i take another and hope for the best as i close my eyes and try to rest
