Poetry competition CLOSED 8th July 2013 10:36pm
WINNER
oldmanadeus
oldmanadeus
RUNNERS-UP:
anna_grin
and tommielynn
Last Fifteen Minutes
Poetry Contest Description
what would you do in your final fifteen minutes?
Okay, so basically I've been wondering for a while (not sure why) what it is I would do if I had only 15 minutes left to live. Death is iminent, and I have to spend my time wisely.
What about you? Write a poem (or a prose) about what you would do, be creative, have fun! What would you do? Drink? Fuck? Proclaim your love? Kill someone? Play guitar? Kiss Nicole kidman (I would
)... be creative, have fun and make it worth your final FIFTEEN MINUTES!!! 
What about you? Write a poem (or a prose) about what you would do, be creative, have fun! What would you do? Drink? Fuck? Proclaim your love? Kill someone? Play guitar? Kiss Nicole kidman (I would
)... be creative, have fun and make it worth your final FIFTEEN MINUTES!!! 
When those last 15 minutes in a body role round I get nostalgic for the life we shared
From every meal eaten to every girl fucked upstairs
I never really feel the pain, as my life is absolution
I have died via many means from cancer to execution
But in this life my purpose is true, in the last 15 minutes of my life
Id spend them kissing you
From every meal eaten to every girl fucked upstairs
I never really feel the pain, as my life is absolution
I have died via many means from cancer to execution
But in this life my purpose is true, in the last 15 minutes of my life
Id spend them kissing you
Kind of weird, but here it is. =^^=
Should have only fifteen minutes left,
I would act with great jest,
No longer burdened by my fractured psych.
I would sing as loud as I like.
I would go dance in the street.
Smiling at everyone I meet!
I would do whatever felt right.
Trying with all of my might,
I would make it the best time of my life,
Why cry, or worry about your strife?
I would run across the street to Wal-Mart,
To freak everyone the hell out.
By then, I'd of lost ten,
Of my fifteen minutes left to live.
Oh well, I'd spend the next five,
Being happy I'm still alive.
I'd tell everyone I see,
How beautiful the look to me.
I'd spend those last minutes spreading joy,
As I run to the isle full of toys.
I want to die with a light saber in my hands,
Because, why not, I'm sure you can understand.
I want my last few seconds to be the best,
To be better than all the rest!
So, if I only had fifteen minutes left,
I'd make them the best fifteen minutes yet.
Should have only fifteen minutes left,
I would act with great jest,
No longer burdened by my fractured psych.
I would sing as loud as I like.
I would go dance in the street.
Smiling at everyone I meet!
I would do whatever felt right.
Trying with all of my might,
I would make it the best time of my life,
Why cry, or worry about your strife?
I would run across the street to Wal-Mart,
To freak everyone the hell out.
By then, I'd of lost ten,
Of my fifteen minutes left to live.
Oh well, I'd spend the next five,
Being happy I'm still alive.
I'd tell everyone I see,
How beautiful the look to me.
I'd spend those last minutes spreading joy,
As I run to the isle full of toys.
I want to die with a light saber in my hands,
Because, why not, I'm sure you can understand.
I want my last few seconds to be the best,
To be better than all the rest!
So, if I only had fifteen minutes left,
I'd make them the best fifteen minutes yet.
Ohhhhh.....My Last fifteen minutes,
And I will be busy in my last "Creation",
The last thought.....
The last awesome final destination.
From the last many years I wrote madly,
But still something remains which is running in my brains instantly,
Ohhh....the time is so short,
And I have to complete it in that fifteen minutes only.
I will write the "Synopsis",
So that if the sixteen minute comes ,
Perhaps some of my near and dear.....
Will complete that "stuff" which will be my last FUN.
And I will be busy in my last "Creation",
The last thought.....
The last awesome final destination.
From the last many years I wrote madly,
But still something remains which is running in my brains instantly,
Ohhh....the time is so short,
And I have to complete it in that fifteen minutes only.
I will write the "Synopsis",
So that if the sixteen minute comes ,
Perhaps some of my near and dear.....
Will complete that "stuff" which will be my last FUN.
Anonymous
The last Fifteen
I'd put on some music
roll a joint and chill out
knowing there was nothing left
to do or figure out
I'd wait for time
to come and go
relent to the journey
as the curtains close
You have understand that im abit of a lazy person
in my last 15min i would go up a high platform were i can get a good view,listen to music,relaxing not doing eany high energy activity.
at the last 5 min make a 2min call saying goodbye
last 3min write my last poem(i write spur of the moment)
it will be that simple because i have lived my life to the fullest
in my last 15min i would go up a high platform were i can get a good view,listen to music,relaxing not doing eany high energy activity.
at the last 5 min make a 2min call saying goodbye
last 3min write my last poem(i write spur of the moment)
it will be that simple because i have lived my life to the fullest
From Sickness to Death
Anxiety penetrates my mind
like a tiger tooth through human flesh
whilst a deep depression darkens the shining sun
Rolling off of my sweat soaked sheets
my knees crackling as I stand
stomach curling as I weakly walk on tightened muscles
From a pocket in an old leather jacket
I grab my gear and a bag full of smack
Sitting at my desk with bones aching
I feel the misfiring of currents in my brain
I load the spoon with powder, soft and fine
then gag and vomit on the floor
Adding water to the spoon
I prepare to practice junkie chemistry
Spoon blackened by hot flame
as the contents boil into one
I draw the darkened liquid
into a fresh rig
My heart begins to race
as my biceps are strangled by a belt
The needle pierces my flesh
searching for a vein
I witness a sexual scene
as my blood rushes
into the narrow cylinder
mixing with my lover
I plunge into my waiting vein
warmness rushing up my arm
As the leather belt’s released
my opiate receptors flood with peace
I tranquilly nod off
with needle dangling from my arm
I fade into a fleeting state
then all I see is black.
Anxiety penetrates my mind
like a tiger tooth through human flesh
whilst a deep depression darkens the shining sun
Rolling off of my sweat soaked sheets
my knees crackling as I stand
stomach curling as I weakly walk on tightened muscles
From a pocket in an old leather jacket
I grab my gear and a bag full of smack
Sitting at my desk with bones aching
I feel the misfiring of currents in my brain
I load the spoon with powder, soft and fine
then gag and vomit on the floor
Adding water to the spoon
I prepare to practice junkie chemistry
Spoon blackened by hot flame
as the contents boil into one
I draw the darkened liquid
into a fresh rig
My heart begins to race
as my biceps are strangled by a belt
The needle pierces my flesh
searching for a vein
I witness a sexual scene
as my blood rushes
into the narrow cylinder
mixing with my lover
I plunge into my waiting vein
warmness rushing up my arm
As the leather belt’s released
my opiate receptors flood with peace
I tranquilly nod off
with needle dangling from my arm
I fade into a fleeting state
then all I see is black.
Let the countdown begin
upon my face I wear my
grin
Fifteen minutes tic down
makes no sense to wear
a frown
I hold each one tight
with all my
might
Whisper my love in ears
hoping they have no
fears
Feel their love upon me
close my eyes and I'm
free
upon my face I wear my
grin
Fifteen minutes tic down
makes no sense to wear
a frown
I hold each one tight
with all my
might
Whisper my love in ears
hoping they have no
fears
Feel their love upon me
close my eyes and I'm
free
Anonymous
"The Last Fifteen"
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I never imagined
I'd end up
like this,
cold,
all alone,
hooked up
to machines,
like forgotten.
Probably better
this way,
why start
more trouble now.
Think,
I'll just
lay here,
think about
what the others
would do in
the same situation.
Not much
you can do
when
you have
no legs,
no phone,
not even a comb
to make myself
look good.
It's pretty shitty
of them to
pull the plug
without my consent.
Too bad,
I'm brain dead,
is my
last fifteen minutes
up yet?
http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qtbx0aq6rPI/UC_wNCGuZmI/AAAAAAAAAPI/7JrSbrik7IA/s1600/Patient_on_life_support.jpg
I never imagined
I'd end up
like this,
cold,
all alone,
hooked up
to machines,
like forgotten.
Probably better
this way,
why start
more trouble now.
Think,
I'll just
lay here,
think about
what the others
would do in
the same situation.
Not much
you can do
when
you have
no legs,
no phone,
not even a comb
to make myself
look good.
It's pretty shitty
of them to
pull the plug
without my consent.
Too bad,
I'm brain dead,
is my
last fifteen minutes
up yet?
MY LAST FIFTEEN MINUTES
Lost all… hope
Lost all… heart
Found a… rope
Do my… part
A fight… daily
To live… barely
Morbid… thinking
Rotting… stinking
Oh, God, Please let me go
Nothing… here
Something… stares
At me… near
I can’t… bare
The weight… heavy
My self… levy
Unjust… faces
Empty… places
Oh, God, Please let me go
A shadow follows me
Everywhere I go
Void faces stare at me
Everywhere I go
Shallow… breath
Linger… death
Going… prone
Coming… home
Shiver… freezing
My heart… seizing
The blood… running
My wrists… burning
Oh, God, Please let me go
Lost all… hope
Lost all… heart
Found a… rope
Do my… part
A fight… daily
To live… barely
Morbid… thinking
Rotting… stinking
Oh, God, Please let me go
Nothing… here
Something… stares
At me… near
I can’t… bare
The weight… heavy
My self… levy
Unjust… faces
Empty… places
Oh, God, Please let me go
A shadow follows me
Everywhere I go
Void faces stare at me
Everywhere I go
Shallow… breath
Linger… death
Going… prone
Coming… home
Shiver… freezing
My heart… seizing
The blood… running
My wrists… burning
Oh, God, Please let me go
it's last breath not last breathe, fucktard
every breath could be my last
these 15 minutes could be my final shot at fame
the last thing i want is your voice
reading out some bullshit deep space web poetry
hell i could have just walked round hockley if i wanted that
so to kill two birds with one stone
i'll stab your heart dead, thump-thump-\_______
i'll feel life bleeding through my palms and know peaceful glazing over in your eyes
and reserve me a warm seat somewhere
every breath could be my last
these 15 minutes could be my final shot at fame
the last thing i want is your voice
reading out some bullshit deep space web poetry
hell i could have just walked round hockley if i wanted that
so to kill two birds with one stone
i'll stab your heart dead, thump-thump-\_______
i'll feel life bleeding through my palms and know peaceful glazing over in your eyes
and reserve me a warm seat somewhere
