Poetry competition CLOSED 5th August 2013 2:07pm
WINNER
Mourningcloak
Mourningcloak
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the most dangerous game
Anonymous
"Just Dandy"
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(He's Not Drunk, He's Feigning Sleep)
At Appleseed,
the master taught me skills,
simple things,
like how to kill.
Some say he doesn’t exist,
they lie.
I wait,
learned
how a mantis walks,
how a drunken monkey rolls
inside of another reality,
not psychotropic.
So predictable,
the endless
march of the hunter
and
the hunted,
wearing weakness
on sleeves like candy.
So sweet
is the sound
of breath
leaving
the corpse
of the weaker
ones.
In fact,
it’s just dandy.
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(He's Not Drunk, He's Feigning Sleep)
At Appleseed,
the master taught me skills,
simple things,
like how to kill.
Some say he doesn’t exist,
they lie.
I wait,
learned
how a mantis walks,
how a drunken monkey rolls
inside of another reality,
not psychotropic.
So predictable,
the endless
march of the hunter
and
the hunted,
wearing weakness
on sleeves like candy.
So sweet
is the sound
of breath
leaving
the corpse
of the weaker
ones.
In fact,
it’s just dandy.
Anonymous
the most dangerous game is a great story--read it in my sophomore year...fantastic write
The Real Life Games
Where I'm from you have no choice but to be the hunter
though by being the hunter you often become the hunted
manic personas walking dead through the valley of death.
I've seen it all through my double suicide sliding doors
wondering what is in store for a mind filled with holes.
Take from who? Does it matter as long as it's not you?
That's what poverty will do to a mind trained to score,
playing on the boulevard all day leaves muscles sore
poor ghetto boy forced to hunt what doesn't belong
what a sad song the boulevard sings under the hot sun.
You hunt me and I hunt you, now we're even my son
say farewell to peace and anything resembling it
tonight we grab our tools and try to fix the un-repairable
Ourselves I can say with absolute confidence and certainty
Is there really a land where hunting is not forced upon?
Looking mean in an apron older than grandpas' watch
I left the block unattended just till next November
but in early December the chef will come back stronger
and ready to take the world by storm so be warned.
The real life Hunter Games is ready to commence. It's on!
Where I'm from you have no choice but to be the hunter
though by being the hunter you often become the hunted
manic personas walking dead through the valley of death.
I've seen it all through my double suicide sliding doors
wondering what is in store for a mind filled with holes.
Take from who? Does it matter as long as it's not you?
That's what poverty will do to a mind trained to score,
playing on the boulevard all day leaves muscles sore
poor ghetto boy forced to hunt what doesn't belong
what a sad song the boulevard sings under the hot sun.
You hunt me and I hunt you, now we're even my son
say farewell to peace and anything resembling it
tonight we grab our tools and try to fix the un-repairable
Ourselves I can say with absolute confidence and certainty
Is there really a land where hunting is not forced upon?
Looking mean in an apron older than grandpas' watch
I left the block unattended just till next November
but in early December the chef will come back stronger
and ready to take the world by storm so be warned.
The real life Hunter Games is ready to commence. It's on!
My Favorite Game
One of you here will be hunted
For quite some time that's all I've wanted
Picked randomly one is selected
No volunteers can be accepted
You will be taken against your will
And forced to play a game of thrill
Deep in the woods the game is played
The rules are clear that I have made
Survive the night and you'll go free
All the while eluding me
The hunt will start when I say go
I'll shoot you now if you say no
Thirty minutes I'll give to you
A sporting chance til I pursue
Don't be afraid this won't take long
Die with honor and finish strong
Deep Underground is where I've found
To be the perfect hunting ground
Here writers think three moves ahead
But unlike chess check means you're dead
Somehow you must stay wide awake
The forest waits for your mistake
A panicked mind will not prevail
Distractions leave an easy trail
I hear the sound of branches crack
I slowly cock my crossbow back
A laser scope has you in sight
Long streaks of red cut through the night
An arrow flies to meet its mark
Shrieks echo from the distant dark
Gasp for miles to catch your breath
You can't outrun a certain death
Tracked for hours and losing speed
But time won't give you what you need
I see your eyes caught in the moon
And taste the kill that's coming soon
There on the ground against a log
The chase ends with the morning fog
With bloody hands you beg and cry
You pee yourself before you die
Then always comes my favorite part
A close range shot that stops your heart
Once more I pose holding my prize
Sometimes I like to keep the eyes
Against your mouth I press my lips
I bite your tongue until it rips
Your genitals I will eat first
And drink your blood to quench my thirst
Deep Underground now minus one
The game goes on until there's none
Human trophies align my wall
Not just the heads but skins and all
There's no country I haven't been
And every hunt I always win
Each month I'll draw a different name
One more will play my favorite game
One of you here will be hunted
For quite some time that's all I've wanted
Picked randomly one is selected
No volunteers can be accepted
You will be taken against your will
And forced to play a game of thrill
Deep in the woods the game is played
The rules are clear that I have made
Survive the night and you'll go free
All the while eluding me
The hunt will start when I say go
I'll shoot you now if you say no
Thirty minutes I'll give to you
A sporting chance til I pursue
Don't be afraid this won't take long
Die with honor and finish strong
Deep Underground is where I've found
To be the perfect hunting ground
Here writers think three moves ahead
But unlike chess check means you're dead
Somehow you must stay wide awake
The forest waits for your mistake
A panicked mind will not prevail
Distractions leave an easy trail
I hear the sound of branches crack
I slowly cock my crossbow back
A laser scope has you in sight
Long streaks of red cut through the night
An arrow flies to meet its mark
Shrieks echo from the distant dark
Gasp for miles to catch your breath
You can't outrun a certain death
Tracked for hours and losing speed
But time won't give you what you need
I see your eyes caught in the moon
And taste the kill that's coming soon
There on the ground against a log
The chase ends with the morning fog
With bloody hands you beg and cry
You pee yourself before you die
Then always comes my favorite part
A close range shot that stops your heart
Once more I pose holding my prize
Sometimes I like to keep the eyes
Against your mouth I press my lips
I bite your tongue until it rips
Your genitals I will eat first
And drink your blood to quench my thirst
Deep Underground now minus one
The game goes on until there's none
Human trophies align my wall
Not just the heads but skins and all
There's no country I haven't been
And every hunt I always win
Each month I'll draw a different name
One more will play my favorite game
not enough competition entries they say. but comments!!! lanooz, i love that serotonin. kind of loose structurally. mourningcloak, you have that iambic thang going on and i like it but the pace is treadmill. STRIDER. i will have to name you winner. thats all
