Poetry competition CLOSED 10th August 2013 3:51am
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shaunda
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Crush Your Enemies

Balefulmalevolence
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What an asshole...excuse my french.

poet Anonymous

Here's my legitimate entry, out of respect to the person that started the thread in an attempt to try and get things back on track.

Run rabbit, run

After a few days in the drink 
I realise I don't want to go back 
to that fucked up rat race
  
one brown-nosed cunt 
after another, one scream
after crushing scream, 
my head in a corporate ass 
that I'm supposed to thank 
for the privilege 
of living out nobodies dream. 
  
I've never bowed to somebody   
I didn't like 
nor have I ever raised my fists 
without good cause;   
of course, to win a fight 
(because it's all that's in me 
to know) 
  
This field, this patch of land 
is the world right now, and it's mine. 
Just like the drink in my hand, 
the star I named this evening, 
and days without all their bleeping 
and small-print and reading glasses 
makes living just 
  
fine. 
  
I've never killed anything 
I couldn't eat; 
couldn't rip apart with my fingers, 
the tendons crumbling over the flame 
while I smile with a knife- 
  
because you've gotta kill 
a few god damn rabbits 
before you can really feast in life.

shaunda
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ahahaha. French is good!

shaunda
Fire of Insight
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Forum Posts: 261

 
I've never killed anything 
I couldn't eat; 
couldn't rip apart with my fingers, 
the tendons crumbling over the flame 
while I smile with a knife- 
  
because you've gotta kill 
a few god damn rabbits 
before you can really feast in life.
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wickedly good

Balefulmalevolence
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"Brought by rain"

The war drums rumbled
The ground beneath me
I heard the screams of men
pierce both my ears and the skies
We were out numbered
it seemed no magic could stop them
Yet I didn't yield
I used my sword as my shield
and lifted it to charged my enemy
"Onward!!" my cry to charge
I cut them down
one by one
Leaving the blood on my face
to fuel our run.
We must fight, we must win!
This was more than a competition.
This was business, this was war
Our morale was boosted
My men howled for more
The grey skies brought rain
And kept our minds sane
One beautiful thing
In this chaos and pain
I fought ruthless
Cleaving heads
Depleting their meds
Coldly slaughtering
Leaving them dead
This hill was no obstacle
We still moved about
Quickly and gracefully
We put their lights out
Their stronghold fell weak
As they fell to their knees
We ripped their flag down
As we screamed in our glee
Like a pack of wolves
"Crush our enemies!!"


Kou_Indigo
Karam L. Parveen-Ashton
Tyrant of Words
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It's rather a bit over the 200 word limit, but it fits the theme of the contest so I thought I'd share it with the class.

- Flayed Soul -

You crucified me, with your fanatical insanity,
Using religion as an excuse to persecute cruelly.
Words can cut deep, like knives flaying skin…
Now it is your turn to suffer, so we shall begin!

You anger me, evil human so filled with hate,
Believing yourself so entitled to judge my kind!
Saying I am going to hell because I love deep,
One who shares my gender as well as my heart!
For you, evil human, it is already far too late…
Your soul is forfeit, your spirit I shall now bind.
With darkest sorcery, devils your soul shall keep!
By the power unseen, you will be broken apart.
How dare you mock me, and so provoke wrath,
Until I long to see your head mounted on a pike…
Whilst wolves nibble at your entrails in red bath!
It is not I you need fear, nor I who shall strike.

Demons will haunt your sleep, of your making.
Torments, shall punish you, leaving you mad…
Until: your flayed limbs lie trembling and quaking,
For you have angered me, angered me so bad!
You say I am going to Hell? I am Hell incarnate.
Behold your vile death knell! Let is swell, fiend,
For though I be a devil in your eyes, my true fate,
Is a brighter thing, than any you could ever glean!

You tie yourself with your own veins torn free…
Thinking yourself better than my generation was.
We did not start world wars that killed innocents,
My only sin was that I said the words ‘blessed be’.
Yet you despise all I am, without thought’s pause,
But it is you, who shall sing the bitterest laments…
Evil human, evil bigot, evil mortal whom I despise!
I am your better; I am superior beyond your hope.
You are beneath my contempt; I am the Queen…
And such sweet suffering Hell shall for you devise!
Whilst around your neck is tied the mighty rope…
You will be lowered into darkness, to so scream.

In the end, you will bow to me in heated chains…
Until your shrieks rise like music, to amuse gods.
Whilst I sit in judgment over your countless pains,
As your inner demons poke you with hot prods….
In the tender places, so that you know my agony,
The hell that comes from being treated much less:
Less than human, though I am more can’t you see!
Your demons will drink your blood in gory mess.

Upon a cross, shaped like an X, you will suffer…
No sleep will be permitted you, no sweet dreams.
You will be broken as you broke me, foul thing…
And no reprieve is mine to, your vileness, so offer.
I am the Queen; you will know the truth of Her…
Your every fear will flow from you in vast streams,
And for every time I cried, you will feel that sting,
Your weeping will so harden into a jeweled coffer.
Nothing of you will be left intact, no sanity whole,
And in Hell there is no death, only eternal horror!
Your torture was never my wish, never my goal…
But you wanted this, and so let demons so confer,

The totality of your misery back unto you: creature.
Your evil makes you reek, and it makes me sick!
I am your better, for I am not childish but mature,
Never stooping as low as you, to ignite the wick…
The flame of war to provoke, as you dared wake!
You woke the Dragon, and now you must so pay.
I will lay not a finger upon you; the evils you make,
You will know in Hell, for you must die, one day.

And thence: be bound eternally by your inner ills!
You judged me, hated me, abused me, and spat.
But one day you will kneel before my dark throne,
Fettered by the weight of your unrepentant evils:
And behold my true face, where your fears sat…
Whilst your fears flay you: to your weakest bone.
You saw me as less than human, you sick beast!
Mocked me, for being bisexual and transgender.
You called yourself, a believer in a loving God?
But I am your better; on you, crows shall feast…
Whilst my love, and I, shall always be together!
Keep hating me: keep calling me freakishly odd.

You mock the Queen of Hell, the bright Angel…
But, I was a child, when you first hurt my spirit!
What gave you the right to tell me I was wicked?
You never had the power to judge me so harsh.
But all things change, things ebb and then swell,
Like a primordial ocean, and how you will fear it!
It is not I who condemns you; you made this bed.
You are a worm, and every worm one can squash!

You crucified me, with your fanatical insanity,
Using religion as an excuse to persecute cruelly.
Words can cut deep, like knives flaying skin…
Now it is your turn to suffer, so we shall begin!

LobodeSanPedro
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 16th Apr 2013
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Sweet Justice

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/0/05/Eclairs_with_chocolate_icing_at_Cafe_Blue_Hills.jpg/320px-Eclairs_with_chocolate_icing_at_Cafe_Blue_Hills.jpg


They loved my Éclairs,  Knieküchle and apple strudel
They even liked my sweet Sophie, my adorable poodle

But there was a price to pay for not paying at all
My France was down but we would not fall

These German Huns with their crosses of death
Sipped cafe along the Sienne with my cum on their breath

For each early morn with the rise of the sun
My lover and I, would have a little fun

My hand worked feverishly over the length of my cock
Lena stood before me with nipples hard as rock

I'd shoot my load as aiming for her tits
While she mirrored my passion rubbing her clit

My aim was true as I spurted into a bowl
Eggs, farmer's cream and butter, all part of the fold

I'd mix this batch special for my Nazi guests
"Monsieur Julian your Blachindla is the best"

Lena was a squirter, and as the oven's heat began to rise 
Steams of her juices erupted from between her thighs 

Bethmännchen called for rosewater in it's delectable mix
But Lena's seductive flow would add a special kick

My most special treat was in my chocolat eclairs 
Made fresh daily, when Sophie had done her affairs

I scooped up her shit while moist and hot
Mixed in with folds of dark chocolat

The taste of crap and cum suit these beasts just fine
They gulped it all down with pissed filled wine

At the end of the day, my Lena and I enjoy a slow dance
Then simply whisper the words, 
Vive la France 

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PsychicApocalypse
Darker Half
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alright. We got off on a rough start, but it would be unfair to the others if I had just scrap the whole comp.

Anyways, the deadline is coming up. It's a tight one. I loved all the entries,

PsychicApocalypse
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THIS WAS SUCH A HARD COMPETITION. WE STARTED ROUGH AROUND THE EDGES BUT SHAUNDA DID EXACTLY WHAT I WAS ASKING FOR.
I ACTUALLY REALLY DIGGED LOBO'S POEM ENDING. THAT WAS A MIDDLE FINGER TO THE GERMANS AT THE WAR. LOL
KOU_INDIGO WAS A DARK KIND OF DEFEAT. IT'S AN HONOR TO HAVE YOU PARTICIPATE HIGH PRIESTESS.

I WANNA THANK EVERYONE WHO PARTICIPATED AND ALSO I WANT TO APOLOGIZE TO MISSY FOR EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED ON THIS THREAD.
NEXT TIME I'LL KNOW TO SPECIFY NOT TO MENTION OTHER MEMBER'S NAME.


LobodeSanPedro
Tyrant of Words
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Thank you for hosting DH ... I know it must have been frustrating having your first competition disrupted in the manner it was, but you prevailed and another fine piece of writing has been recognized giving voice to a poet ... CONGRATS! SHAUNDA!

Cheers to all who made it about the writing.

LSP

Devilish
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sorry i missed this .. at least i caught his suicide note.. =)

one brown-nosed cunt
after another, one scream
after crushing scream,
my head in a corporate ass
that I'm supposed to thank
for the privilege
of living out nobodies dream.  

no moment of silence.


shaunda
Fire of Insight
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Hey thanks so much, Darker Half. You actually did quite well for a first competition, with the commotion and all. Sometimes youth are so appalling in their ignorance and lack of cooth. Two of my grand kids died and I will never, ever get over it. I can't imagine the strength it would take to get over your own child dieing. My Heart goes out to Missy. She Did the right thing and rose above everything. Thanks again Darker Half.

PsychicApocalypse
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Your Welcome. Until the Next everyone!

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