A Stroke of Luck

So, I thought this would be a good idea for a competition. Anyway, only those who haven't won an award may enter. Here are the rules.

1.) No Collabs
2.) 1-2 entries per poet
3.) It Can be about anything, except porn
4.) Poems or Short stories only.
5.) Keep it short and sweet!
6.) Be creative and have fun!

Poets who have won awards are encouraged to inbox me their favorite, and who they want to win, with information to back up their claims. Those votes will count as 50% of the decided winner, while I being the final decision.

Fire and Flames

kicked in the teeth by reality
as I woke from a dream
spent the rest of the night
trying to find my way back to sleep
lying as still as the dead,
alone in the dark
while thoughts of loss
pulled at my heart
nothing could I do
but to stew in my head
clenched my fists
as my anxiety fed
seconds to minutes
bled by the hour
overcome by grief
and consumed by it's power
grinding my teeth
and locking my jaw
trying to erase the thoughts
of the things I have thought
nothing to do but to lie here awake
and fight back the burning of
fire and flames

Standing on the edge

standing on the edge
wondering if I can fly
think I might try...
to spread my wings and soar
free from pain for evermore

remove myself from my skin
so I can be me again
shed the weight that weighs me down
the extra baggage I carry 'round
the other me that doesn't fit
the flesh
and blood
and all that shit

lose the pain and misery
the tears
fears
and anxiety
erase the thoughts that make me think
and close the wounds where they bleed

into the sky a carefree flight
away from all the pains of life
high above the demons taunts
and far away from ghosts that haunt

from this edge its plain to see
just how easy it would be
to close my eyes and take a leap
and finally find the peace I seek

"Please dont hurt me"
i lay here
thinking of a grove there
i lay here crying as once more you talk
tell me things against the moonlit walk
the night was young
the night was once a love unsung
This heart it beats
but once it stopped unlucky heats
growing more and more i say goodbye
please dont hurt me I am sick of this cry
im sorry i say to such a loud express
I scream but nothing comes out im speechless
you push me away among the bliss
now we let go with one last kiss

reminds me of those philosophy exams, like
'this is the risk'
-that shit won't work twice, or so says logic
but logic's wrong and
coinflips are independent and

this is no more than
pin the tail on the chimera
-is the line so crucial to the bait

i would be lying if i said i cared
you took my word and twisted it
made my truth your lies
everything i cared about
you corrupted
there is something wrong
with the way you think
it isn't love that
made you do this
 it isn't love that
told the lie
   you were the one
who stole the money from
my bookshelf
so you are sorry now?
it's too late my dear
everything has changed

Two Thousand Graves
Written Apr 14 © Stanley G. Billing, All rights reserved

Two thousand graves all in narrow rows
Which one is my dad's? God only knows
Who is buried where, no one could be sure
Please tell me mummy why dad went to war

My poor dad was flown out early one morn
Mum was pregnant, I still hadn't been born
Wasn't long, he looked down the barrel of a gun
Dead at twenty two and never got to see his son

Ambushed they were, certainly never had a chance
Had absolutely no warning as the enemy advanced
Machine guns, grenades, cannons and lots of mortar
Just before dawn, it was like lambs to the slaughter

Two thousand died that day, mostly young men
Sure hope our country never suffers like that again
Lonely women at home pregnant or with a small kid
Such a tragedy should never reoccur, heaven forbid

Today is dad's thirtieth birthday and we shed a tear
Should be with me and mum celebrating with a beer
Why must they fight, do countries have to go to war
Not just me without a dad but many thousands more

Only a kid and I'm walking around the cemetery in a trance
Can't all the world leaders just try and give peace a chance
War has made me lonely and my dear old mum is a mess
Trying to find dad's grave but sadly she'll need to guess

"Relationships"

Harbouring
relationships
upon the ocean
floor.

Beneath the frothing,
rolling waves
that pound my broken
core.

Polluted waters
sifting pain,
tear the hulls
apart.

Coursing wildly
through my veins,
leaves just a sunken
heart.

Northern Stillness

Well north of the bustling city
before the crackle of night’s winter fires,
hard hats, black backs and frozen fingers
shiver starkly in time with their iron picks
sharp strikes upon the icy earth,
shattering the frozen northern stillness.

anyone know who won here?

I'm wondering who's won this competition as well.

Sorry I didn't pick a winner sooner. Computer and internet issues. xD