Poetry competition CLOSED 17th May 2013 3:45pm
WINNER
Mourningcloak
Mourningcloak
RUNNERS-UP:
RavenofSorrow
and sstruhar
Dark and Horrifying
Monster
I hide in the
darkness,
where you can't
see me.
But I'm always there,
I'm always watching.
everything you do,
you think is going
to help you.
you know im here,
but you don't know where.
your surrounded
by darkness.
I'm everywhere you turn,
waiting and watching
for the right time
to claim you as
my next victim.
I'm your destiny,
I'm your fate.
You can't do anything
to stop to
stop or change what
is happening and what will happen.
Just make it easier on your self,
submit and I'll make it long and painful.
If you don't I will hunt you and
I will make it long and painful death
either way you chose.
But I prefer to hunt you down
it's more interesting and exciting.
I will get you.
I am coming
I hide in the
darkness,
where you can't
see me.
But I'm always there,
I'm always watching.
everything you do,
you think is going
to help you.
you know im here,
but you don't know where.
your surrounded
by darkness.
I'm everywhere you turn,
waiting and watching
for the right time
to claim you as
my next victim.
I'm your destiny,
I'm your fate.
You can't do anything
to stop to
stop or change what
is happening and what will happen.
Just make it easier on your self,
submit and I'll make it long and painful.
If you don't I will hunt you and
I will make it long and painful death
either way you chose.
But I prefer to hunt you down
it's more interesting and exciting.
I will get you.
I am coming
Your Soul
Your soul is mine.
I'm just in time
to sit back real nice
and watch your demise.
I bet you wonder
how this is.
I'm partly ginger;
did you notice?
You sold your soul
with a look.
when my time you stole;
you were caught on my hook.
I feed on your fears
and endless tears,
waitin' all night
for when the time is right
to come out and play
and hear you say,
"God, help me please!!!!"
but He won't hear your pleas.
Your soul is sold
as I have already told.
You did it yourself
not anyone else.
I wait til dark
to cause that spark
so you cry
"Why, why , WHY???!!!!"
No one can help
or see the welps.
The suffering's your own
and has only grown
because of you
this is true.
But I still wait
fuelin' my hate
holding it back
until I can....
.....Attack...
Just watch out
and don't shout
when the person you see
standing behind you (poised to kill) is.....
........Me...
Your soul is mine.
I'm just in time
to sit back real nice
and watch your demise.
I bet you wonder
how this is.
I'm partly ginger;
did you notice?
You sold your soul
with a look.
when my time you stole;
you were caught on my hook.
I feed on your fears
and endless tears,
waitin' all night
for when the time is right
to come out and play
and hear you say,
"God, help me please!!!!"
but He won't hear your pleas.
Your soul is sold
as I have already told.
You did it yourself
not anyone else.
I wait til dark
to cause that spark
so you cry
"Why, why , WHY???!!!!"
No one can help
or see the welps.
The suffering's your own
and has only grown
because of you
this is true.
But I still wait
fuelin' my hate
holding it back
until I can....
.....Attack...
Just watch out
and don't shout
when the person you see
standing behind you (poised to kill) is.....
........Me...
Thoughts of you
Light and dark
can be found in
my heart.
My head is
filled with thoughts
of the living and
the dead.
My feelings chase
each other round
and round, for
they can not be
bound.
My mind is twisted
in thought and
wonder.
I plunder through
my head and contemplate
why I want you dead.
I sit in silents
and secretly wish
that you were dead.
Thoughts of suicide
run through my head
as I stood by the bed.
You in my head
and, me wanting
you dead instead.
I don't know exactly
why, all this is in
my head. But I'm
certain you will be dead.
I trusted you once
and I trusted you
twice, but you rolled
the dice.
You're just out
of luck and you're
lies were caught.
So...
drop dead
you
backstabbing
cheater.
Light and dark
can be found in
my heart.
My head is
filled with thoughts
of the living and
the dead.
My feelings chase
each other round
and round, for
they can not be
bound.
My mind is twisted
in thought and
wonder.
I plunder through
my head and contemplate
why I want you dead.
I sit in silents
and secretly wish
that you were dead.
Thoughts of suicide
run through my head
as I stood by the bed.
You in my head
and, me wanting
you dead instead.
I don't know exactly
why, all this is in
my head. But I'm
certain you will be dead.
I trusted you once
and I trusted you
twice, but you rolled
the dice.
You're just out
of luck and you're
lies were caught.
So...
drop dead
you
backstabbing
cheater.
A Haunting
How long shall I mourn thee? Thou who art dead to me yet still may I chance upon your spectre in mostly every corridor of my mind. Around whos corners you reach out and grab me. Dragging me to the deepest recesses of such bitter woe and sad self pity.
And when I am granted some respite from the drudgery of my waking hours, in resting, rest I not. For haunted I am, by ghosts of you , even into my wildest dreams, to torture me there.
Is there no escaping you?
You who are the express image some foul beast wearing the skin of some wonderous fairy?
Could it be that some small copy of you burrowed its way into my brain whilst I slumbered?
There to carve out a home for itself and poke me with white hot prickers?
What dastardly deed was done by me that I may deserve such a fate as this? Who sent thee?
God? Satan?
Yes the later seems befitting. For it is by the mere memory of you that I am driven to such fine madness and utter destitude.
Be gone from me!
Trouble me no more!
You who posess more beauty than a baby's smile
And more evil than the devils wiles.
Be gone from me I say!
Trouble me no more...
How long shall I mourn thee? Thou who art dead to me yet still may I chance upon your spectre in mostly every corridor of my mind. Around whos corners you reach out and grab me. Dragging me to the deepest recesses of such bitter woe and sad self pity.
And when I am granted some respite from the drudgery of my waking hours, in resting, rest I not. For haunted I am, by ghosts of you , even into my wildest dreams, to torture me there.
Is there no escaping you?
You who are the express image some foul beast wearing the skin of some wonderous fairy?
Could it be that some small copy of you burrowed its way into my brain whilst I slumbered?
There to carve out a home for itself and poke me with white hot prickers?
What dastardly deed was done by me that I may deserve such a fate as this? Who sent thee?
God? Satan?
Yes the later seems befitting. For it is by the mere memory of you that I am driven to such fine madness and utter destitude.
Be gone from me!
Trouble me no more!
You who posess more beauty than a baby's smile
And more evil than the devils wiles.
Be gone from me I say!
Trouble me no more...
Lay With Me, My Love
Always seeing you, but never me
Watching your life, so happy and free
Shadows I hide, waiting for you
Wishing you loved, just as I do
Razor cuts veins, I bleed for love
Never to know what she dreams of
So beautiful she sleep, i like to stare
But i never approch, i'd never dare
Waiting all night, until she wake
Watching her dress, i start to shake
"Why must i hide, she should be mine!"
Kick in the door, out comes a shriek
Forcing her down. so soft, so weak
Refusing to love, unable to smile
Tie her down tight, for shes in denial
Grip her neck, keeping her still
Her smooth skin peaking my thrill
Squeeze tight, sorrow in her eye
Pain within me, for she must die
Strip her down, gave her a shower
Can't help to peak, my beautiful flower
Pick out her dress, must look her best
Heart pounds, for I am truely blessed
Lay with my girl, forever together
Silent now, no need for tether
At peace now, shes at my side
Inlove at last, no need to hide
Slit my wrist, be with you soon
We can sleep forever
Under the moon
Always seeing you, but never me
Watching your life, so happy and free
Shadows I hide, waiting for you
Wishing you loved, just as I do
Razor cuts veins, I bleed for love
Never to know what she dreams of
So beautiful she sleep, i like to stare
But i never approch, i'd never dare
Waiting all night, until she wake
Watching her dress, i start to shake
"Why must i hide, she should be mine!"
Kick in the door, out comes a shriek
Forcing her down. so soft, so weak
Refusing to love, unable to smile
Tie her down tight, for shes in denial
Grip her neck, keeping her still
Her smooth skin peaking my thrill
Squeeze tight, sorrow in her eye
Pain within me, for she must die
Strip her down, gave her a shower
Can't help to peak, my beautiful flower
Pick out her dress, must look her best
Heart pounds, for I am truely blessed
Lay with my girl, forever together
Silent now, no need for tether
At peace now, shes at my side
Inlove at last, no need to hide
Slit my wrist, be with you soon
We can sleep forever
Under the moon
Anonymous
Mr. Nice Guy
He's the proverbial All American
the good guy friendly dude
who'd do you a favor in a pinch
always a laugh in an upbeat mood
Loves baseball and cherry pie
classic rock and mustangs
but that's what I call
his public dance
not what the closed door reveals
The man is disturbed
ice floats in his blood
as he creeps and crawls
trawls for victims
with his evil guts
he draws no line
thrives on victimizing
inflicting pain
dehumanizing
degrading
building his ego
out of others' shame
he's twisted
darkly insane
and someone else will trust his
good boy looks and expensive smile
fall for his charmingly laid back style
and be the next injected
with a lethal dose of evil incarnate
jaded and shattered
void of hope
in despair
tormented
questioning
like an innocent man
at the end of a rope
But he'll shake your hand when he meets you
buy you a beer and toast to your health
before you know what's happened
you'll be wishing, begging
for death
He's the proverbial All American
the good guy friendly dude
who'd do you a favor in a pinch
always a laugh in an upbeat mood
Loves baseball and cherry pie
classic rock and mustangs
but that's what I call
his public dance
not what the closed door reveals
The man is disturbed
ice floats in his blood
as he creeps and crawls
trawls for victims
with his evil guts
he draws no line
thrives on victimizing
inflicting pain
dehumanizing
degrading
building his ego
out of others' shame
he's twisted
darkly insane
and someone else will trust his
good boy looks and expensive smile
fall for his charmingly laid back style
and be the next injected
with a lethal dose of evil incarnate
jaded and shattered
void of hope
in despair
tormented
questioning
like an innocent man
at the end of a rope
But he'll shake your hand when he meets you
buy you a beer and toast to your health
before you know what's happened
you'll be wishing, begging
for death
In Darkness
I await you here in darkness
In sweet abyss
Wanting to control
your every thought
Your every fear it feeds upon
Nothing is what as it appears
They say ignorance is bliss
I await you here in darkness
All that you hold dear I clutch
You're sure to miss everything
All your fears it feeds upon
The beast dissolves the bright veneer
A deadly kiss is delt
Here darkness awaits you
You'll start to disappear and soon
The beast exists you know it
On all fears it feeds upon
No time for tears to be shed
No time to reminisce
Your every fear it feeds upon
Trying to get into your mind
to bind itself to the core
of your inner most fears
If you give in before you know it you'll be gone
without a trace to that dark and dreary place
Where the lonely beast dose dwell "come in " he says in an alluring tone
Be careful don't fall for his tricks or
You will wind up in your own private hell
Anonymous
DEATH ANGEL
I am not nurse Jackie
I am not Florence Nightingale
I am the person who will stop your suffering
Permanently
I work in a large Geriatric Hospital
I do the night shift
They are so happy
They have not noticed
I do not leave a trace
I am really kind
For many of these old people are really unwanted
I have heard their children say
When they did not know I was around
We say we want to live a long life
Some people live long but it is not a life
I am here to alleviate their pain
The children talk, but it is only to say
They do not want to feel guilty
In any way
It is really very easy
Most of these people are receiving intravenous fluids
So some more potassium, natural to your body
Will not be noticed, with cardiovascular risk
I know you think I am evil
But I argue that I am not
These people are dying in agony
I cannot stand by and see the horror go on
The police have come to the hospital
It is time for me to leave
Just call me Nurse Kevorkian
Who attends to special needs.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Intravenous_fluids
http://www.people.com/people/archive/article/0,,20129696,00.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lethal_injection
http://www.zoklet.net/bbs/archive/index.php/t-17618.html
http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/archive/index.php/t-90089.html
ww.sott.net/article/232912-Assassinations-by-induced-heart-attack-and-cancer
Mr. Imaginary Soul
You knew you were dead
The moment you came to life
Gruesome and tainted
Your heart black as night
Not a moment to smile
Always looking for a fight
Loading up on the issues
You hold deep inside
Drinking yourself a personality
Just to look alive
When he offered you salvation
You signed the dotted line
No thoughts of remorse
Thrown emotions aside
Can't see the light anyways
Why even try
She came along
Took you by surprise
Mr. Imaginary Soul
Now that your mine
I'll hold you hostage
Till the stars realign
Piercing the skin
With a blade so divine
The pain draws you in
So you won't decline
As my painted black nails
Scrape down your spine
As you scream in pleasure
Going cross-eyed
Making you live your nightmare
Almost dream-like
You love the feeling
When I bite your neckline
You keep coming back
Though my lips are cyanide
This twisted game we play
Is your form of suicide
You knew you were dead
The moment you came to life
Gruesome and tainted
Your heart black as night
Not a moment to smile
Always looking for a fight
Loading up on the issues
You hold deep inside
Drinking yourself a personality
Just to look alive
When he offered you salvation
You signed the dotted line
No thoughts of remorse
Thrown emotions aside
Can't see the light anyways
Why even try
She came along
Took you by surprise
Mr. Imaginary Soul
Now that your mine
I'll hold you hostage
Till the stars realign
Piercing the skin
With a blade so divine
The pain draws you in
So you won't decline
As my painted black nails
Scrape down your spine
As you scream in pleasure
Going cross-eyed
Making you live your nightmare
Almost dream-like
You love the feeling
When I bite your neckline
You keep coming back
Though my lips are cyanide
This twisted game we play
Is your form of suicide
http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/288/d/8/lucifer_by_darrrko-d5huz1y.jpg
The Godplayer
He went out of his house
In the darkness of the night,
With a rod in his hand;
He is not telling anyone the reason
But I know he is out to kill....
A poor homeless kid, with timid eyes
Was shivering on the streets alone,
When he saw a man in black coat
Approaching towards him slow.
He didnt know, he is coming to set him free,
And before he could raise his voice,
His eyes and nose went red because
a poker had struck his face.
And the man started sprinting towards the
end of the road,
When he was caught by cops on his trail
And he was knocked senseless.
His eyes opened in front of the jury
Who were sitting with a stern face,
And explained to him the extent
to which his crime was grave.
He heartily laughed out,
Saying he didnt do anything vile,
All he did was that he freed the child.
He said, "Life was disgusting for that
poverty stricken kid, who is so thin,
I couldn't have played better, but to free him.
My name is Lucifer and you cant make me stay,
For God has chosen me, and I have a game to play."
The Godplayer
He went out of his house
In the darkness of the night,
With a rod in his hand;
He is not telling anyone the reason
But I know he is out to kill....
A poor homeless kid, with timid eyes
Was shivering on the streets alone,
When he saw a man in black coat
Approaching towards him slow.
He didnt know, he is coming to set him free,
And before he could raise his voice,
His eyes and nose went red because
a poker had struck his face.
And the man started sprinting towards the
end of the road,
When he was caught by cops on his trail
And he was knocked senseless.
His eyes opened in front of the jury
Who were sitting with a stern face,
And explained to him the extent
to which his crime was grave.
He heartily laughed out,
Saying he didnt do anything vile,
All he did was that he freed the child.
He said, "Life was disgusting for that
poverty stricken kid, who is so thin,
I couldn't have played better, but to free him.
My name is Lucifer and you cant make me stay,
For God has chosen me, and I have a game to play."
- Witch of the Woods -
Her garments long and as black as night,
Move silently, in the absence of the light.
Silently, she winds her hungering way…
To find living flesh, upon which to prey!
In woods where only the foolish do go,
She waits unseen where shadows grow.
Even children are not safe, in her claws,
Nor the rat, which upon corpses gnaws!
Seeking to steal souls to keep her youth,
To stave off the ugliness of her untruth…
Her fingers knock upon old hollow trees.
To match the shakings of: scared knees!
In woods where madmen had their hour,
When the horned moon reveals a power.
That is when she comes, to drink blood,
And to steal the souls, to slake the flood;
Of time which ravages her hard visage…
As hard as a mountain rough and savage.
And so with a lust for what she once had,
Her claws drink deep, to drive men mad.
Twisting twigs and breaking bones apart,
The witch of the woods had not a heart…
And she tears one from a sleeping fellow.
Her cackling a song not gentle or mellow,
But shrill as the banshee who wails loud…
Beware the witch who wears the shroud!
Her garments long and as black as night,
Move silently, in the absence of the light.
Silently, she winds her hungering way…
To find living flesh, upon which to prey!
In woods where only the foolish do go,
She waits unseen where shadows grow.
Even children are not safe, in her claws,
Nor the rat, which upon corpses gnaws!
Seeking to steal souls to keep her youth,
To stave off the ugliness of her untruth…
Her fingers knock upon old hollow trees.
To match the shakings of: scared knees!
In woods where madmen had their hour,
When the horned moon reveals a power.
That is when she comes, to drink blood,
And to steal the souls, to slake the flood;
Of time which ravages her hard visage…
As hard as a mountain rough and savage.
And so with a lust for what she once had,
Her claws drink deep, to drive men mad.
Twisting twigs and breaking bones apart,
The witch of the woods had not a heart…
And she tears one from a sleeping fellow.
Her cackling a song not gentle or mellow,
But shrill as the banshee who wails loud…
Beware the witch who wears the shroud!
- Ancient Aliens -
An adventure into fear!
Part One – The Explorer’s Fate
Within the darkness black as is obsidian,
Cast off, by the ones who came down…
Forgotten by man, and forever forsaken.
Therein, came but a single solitary sound:
A scream, shrill and piercing as a shriek!
For an errant explorer had met his god…
Only to discover, all too late, how weak,
How frail is man before the Divine’s rod.
No mortal hands moved that old stone…
Which was worked to form an evil place.
But things not of all human flesh or bone,
For they were born in far distant space…
Brought to work for masters more awful.
Gods to some, but ones far from lawful!
Titans some called them, but such names,
Are fleeting, where burn immortal flames.
Part Two – Dweller in Darkness
Worship is sometimes born from horror,
From fear of that which is truly unknown.
So it was for that ancient, dead explorer,
Whose piety: into pure terror had grown!
The sealed door he had opened, curious.
One marked with symbols that did glow,
With energy that crackled so uproarious!
From unseen forces that thusly bestow…
Either, blessing or curse unto humankind.
And what of that which brought his end?
It waits there still, without tether to bind,
Its’ form, which in darkness must fend…
For it is the last of its’ kind, cast so low.
Its’ inhuman cries, true madness to sow!
The female of its’ species, it was mighty,
A goddess far different, from Aphrodite!
Part Three – The Bold Priestess
The ones who fashioned its’ cursed hide,
They watch in secret, waiting for an hour.
Eyes intent, where such beings do abide!
For they are aliens ancient in their power.
A priestess of an ancient faith long past…
Had come to the place, beyond the dark.
Her guide was the explorer who at last…
Fell to the thing to which none may hark.
She saw the creature and knew real fear,
But was wise enough to flee its’ grounds.
Unto the hidden place she so drew near,
Where the power of alien gods abounds.
She would put a stop to their cruel plans,
And banish them beyond all mortal lands.
But she was not prepared to so witness…
That which would leave her mad, witless!
Part Four – Domain of the Titans
She beheld them: titans on their thrones…
Seemingly dead in a stasis unfathomable!
Their minds were wiser than old crones…
Whilst their forms were far more terrible!
Melded to their machines, so grotesque,
That it was hard to tell, their true shapes.
The priestess called to them, to thus ask,
If they would leave this world to escape:
The deluge that was coming, to punish…
For gods warred and continents did fall!
Atlantis itself, would very soon, perish…
And so it was time to heed an older call.
One of the beings was moved to action,
By the plights of that condemned nation.
The engines of their craft, began to hum,
But one final activity needed to be done.
Part Five – The Watchers Depart
She felt its’ hand on her face grasping…
As tendrils of thought, entered her mind.
Answers to questions none were asking,
To her subconscious, thereupon to bind!
A fluid poured into her mouth unbidden,
Which at the time seemed only as water.
But there was more to it secretly hidden,
From even she, that so sacred daughter!
And long after the titans departed Earth,
She lingered in their halls, in the black…
For therein she changed, and gave birth:
Only to perish, torn from front to back.
Her child, the hand that slew her cruelly,
Waited for the next explorer’s fatal folly.
He and the female creature did breed…
When humans came, the aliens did feed.
An adventure into fear!
Part One – The Explorer’s Fate
Within the darkness black as is obsidian,
Cast off, by the ones who came down…
Forgotten by man, and forever forsaken.
Therein, came but a single solitary sound:
A scream, shrill and piercing as a shriek!
For an errant explorer had met his god…
Only to discover, all too late, how weak,
How frail is man before the Divine’s rod.
No mortal hands moved that old stone…
Which was worked to form an evil place.
But things not of all human flesh or bone,
For they were born in far distant space…
Brought to work for masters more awful.
Gods to some, but ones far from lawful!
Titans some called them, but such names,
Are fleeting, where burn immortal flames.
Part Two – Dweller in Darkness
Worship is sometimes born from horror,
From fear of that which is truly unknown.
So it was for that ancient, dead explorer,
Whose piety: into pure terror had grown!
The sealed door he had opened, curious.
One marked with symbols that did glow,
With energy that crackled so uproarious!
From unseen forces that thusly bestow…
Either, blessing or curse unto humankind.
And what of that which brought his end?
It waits there still, without tether to bind,
Its’ form, which in darkness must fend…
For it is the last of its’ kind, cast so low.
Its’ inhuman cries, true madness to sow!
The female of its’ species, it was mighty,
A goddess far different, from Aphrodite!
Part Three – The Bold Priestess
The ones who fashioned its’ cursed hide,
They watch in secret, waiting for an hour.
Eyes intent, where such beings do abide!
For they are aliens ancient in their power.
A priestess of an ancient faith long past…
Had come to the place, beyond the dark.
Her guide was the explorer who at last…
Fell to the thing to which none may hark.
She saw the creature and knew real fear,
But was wise enough to flee its’ grounds.
Unto the hidden place she so drew near,
Where the power of alien gods abounds.
She would put a stop to their cruel plans,
And banish them beyond all mortal lands.
But she was not prepared to so witness…
That which would leave her mad, witless!
Part Four – Domain of the Titans
She beheld them: titans on their thrones…
Seemingly dead in a stasis unfathomable!
Their minds were wiser than old crones…
Whilst their forms were far more terrible!
Melded to their machines, so grotesque,
That it was hard to tell, their true shapes.
The priestess called to them, to thus ask,
If they would leave this world to escape:
The deluge that was coming, to punish…
For gods warred and continents did fall!
Atlantis itself, would very soon, perish…
And so it was time to heed an older call.
One of the beings was moved to action,
By the plights of that condemned nation.
The engines of their craft, began to hum,
But one final activity needed to be done.
Part Five – The Watchers Depart
She felt its’ hand on her face grasping…
As tendrils of thought, entered her mind.
Answers to questions none were asking,
To her subconscious, thereupon to bind!
A fluid poured into her mouth unbidden,
Which at the time seemed only as water.
But there was more to it secretly hidden,
From even she, that so sacred daughter!
And long after the titans departed Earth,
She lingered in their halls, in the black…
For therein she changed, and gave birth:
Only to perish, torn from front to back.
Her child, the hand that slew her cruelly,
Waited for the next explorer’s fatal folly.
He and the female creature did breed…
When humans came, the aliens did feed.
