Poetry competition CLOSED 18th January 2014 1:11am
WINNER
Ghoulie (Just G)
Ghoulie (Just G)
RUNNER-UP:
Leaton
the moment when I die
noone knows this fate i know i need the spirits to be around me that keep me good the pure things in my life tired though i want to be greeted by a reaper a forever slave to tne chess players the fallin one and the good one i cannot wait to know this fate i bet its coming back to hell
even when
even when you are there you are always here
even when i have never touched you
i touch you in everything
even when you have forgotten me
i will always remember you
even when i die
i will have always lived
with you
in these words
even when you are there you are always here
even when i have never touched you
i touch you in everything
even when you have forgotten me
i will always remember you
even when i die
i will have always lived
with you
in these words
Anonymous
Flag on the Play
I'm running out the clock
like a team with thirtyeight seconds left to play
ahead by one point in the chamionship game
Thinking back on the seasons and my stats
the wins and losses over fields
in time now sacked
jersey covered in faded autographs
I'm screaming "touchdown"
and I'm not coming back
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Tick Tock, Tick Tock
The ticking of the clock
to me,
is like a time bomb.
Tick Tock, Tick Tock
It rings in my ears,
It's the only thing,
I seem to hear,
as the blade
slicing through my veins,
and consciousness slowly,
starts to disappear.
Tick Tock, Tick Tock
The beating of my heart,
slows down, as my breath becomes,
short-ed,
gasps.
Time re-lapse.
No time to recover,
this time..
Tick Tock, Tick Tock
The last color my eyes see,
is the red liquid leaking out,
from me.
Oh! Fate.
Destiny,
has become,
me.
Tick Tock, Tick Tock
Not a soul,
to wish me a tearful 'Goodbye.'
Just silence, overwhelms,
the little life,
that I hold on to.
This moment in time,
Tick Tock, Tick Tock
For this, the moment I die,
and with my last sigh,
I breathe my last breath,
on the door,
eternal sleep knocks,
as the clock
keeps the steady beat of...
Tick Tock, Tick Tock
"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 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
Cooker 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 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 tourniquet’s released
my opiate receptors flood with peace
I tranquilly nod off
with needle dangling from arm
I fade into a fleeting state
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 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
Cooker 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 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 tourniquet’s released
my opiate receptors flood with peace
I tranquilly nod off
with needle dangling from arm
I fade into a fleeting state
All I see is black.
Moment when I die I am already dead I
Stand up but my body is on my death bed
I'm my own ghost I can't touch a soul.
I'm so cold, I go on and kiss the stars,
There's no matter.... Cause my heart
Is no longer beating will I still be here will I
Cross over?
Or will I go to hell?
Stand up but my body is on my death bed
I'm my own ghost I can't touch a soul.
I'm so cold, I go on and kiss the stars,
There's no matter.... Cause my heart
Is no longer beating will I still be here will I
Cross over?
Or will I go to hell?
When I close my eyes
All is gone
I no longer breathe
My heart slowly stops
My lungs exhale one last time
But this is not the end for me
I will move on and I will…..
Raise hell one last time
I will guide those who need it
Love those who I could not
Help those who I didn’t know how to
There is no doubt
I will live once again
My eyes will open
My heart will beat like a chanchega
I can then finally understand it all
All is gone
I no longer breathe
My heart slowly stops
My lungs exhale one last time
But this is not the end for me
I will move on and I will…..
Raise hell one last time
I will guide those who need it
Love those who I could not
Help those who I didn’t know how to
There is no doubt
I will live once again
My eyes will open
My heart will beat like a chanchega
I can then finally understand it all
A Note from the Afterglow
find me
where the willows weep;
the morning mists thrall
writhing at your feet
hear me
where the moonlight laughs
constellations dance;
emulate the past
meet me
at the cusp of night
where shadows fondle;
smoldering delight
know me
in the smallest place
between the atoms
in your empty space
find me
where the willows weep;
the morning mists thrall
writhing at your feet
hear me
where the moonlight laughs
constellations dance;
emulate the past
meet me
at the cusp of night
where shadows fondle;
smoldering delight
know me
in the smallest place
between the atoms
in your empty space
The Pain in my Last Breath
By H. E. Riddleton
(Hannah E. Reed)
The wilt of the meadow winds through my vision
Like a lost memory at the corner of miser,
The homage of my agony splits in fever,
I burst with a grotesque gaiety,
A chuckle of somber purses my lips.
And like a fairy bell, my giggle knights my youth.
The past performs its play in light of day, no shadows cast,
Just ghost for casting.
His voice serenades me and I kneel down next to the old warren crime scene,
The love scene forgetful of a balcony; Oh my Romeo, unnamed Montague,
You lead me here again.
Our mirages fall together, tumbling in copulation, a lovelorn knot,
A kiss in a momentary forever…
You look up and you see me now,
An old woman of twenty five, the same age as you when you loved me still,
You hold your gaze of mine as I walk towards the tree of our masquerade,
Once shielding our forbidden deed of serpent show,
Tying now our lovelorn knot to the thickest branch,
The perfect box, the suspending seat facing the stage!
I choke and drag my wrists along a tender blade,
You smile, “I’m coming,” I say
Undressed for your sex, naked for thy vultures,
I clad myself in blood of mine, in the whore’s shatter,
In the maiden’s pain!
Pinned to my belly where your babe could have grown,
A note of suicide, a letter of goodbye, a poem of why!
I scream to the heavens, the clouds our minds once wove…
There is no God, you taught me that!
Maybe a unicorn up there,
A one horned demon,
But no God to save me ever,
No love to hold me sane.
Only you, my darling, only
YOU!
“Are you ready?” you ask,
Are you sure?”
“Anything to make you happy.” I rasp as I kick the bucket,
Feet dangling with no platform,
Neck breaking to the slow lullaby.
And upside down I float up and swaying,
A Limbo of reveal to Juliet’s cradle.
A coroner arrives in Hearst and slay,
Gothic suit prepared for grave.
He waits until all is gone
And then pulls me in his arms
And kisses me goodbye.
“Necrophilia,” I scream, reaching for his neck,
But then he looks, feeling my ghoulish haunt
And I see!
Beard is gone, twenties are too,
But the scrutiny of dark eyes remain.
It is you! It is you, my Love!
And then the Void rips me away.
By H. E. Riddleton
(Hannah E. Reed)
The wilt of the meadow winds through my vision
Like a lost memory at the corner of miser,
The homage of my agony splits in fever,
I burst with a grotesque gaiety,
A chuckle of somber purses my lips.
And like a fairy bell, my giggle knights my youth.
The past performs its play in light of day, no shadows cast,
Just ghost for casting.
His voice serenades me and I kneel down next to the old warren crime scene,
The love scene forgetful of a balcony; Oh my Romeo, unnamed Montague,
You lead me here again.
Our mirages fall together, tumbling in copulation, a lovelorn knot,
A kiss in a momentary forever…
You look up and you see me now,
An old woman of twenty five, the same age as you when you loved me still,
You hold your gaze of mine as I walk towards the tree of our masquerade,
Once shielding our forbidden deed of serpent show,
Tying now our lovelorn knot to the thickest branch,
The perfect box, the suspending seat facing the stage!
I choke and drag my wrists along a tender blade,
You smile, “I’m coming,” I say
Undressed for your sex, naked for thy vultures,
I clad myself in blood of mine, in the whore’s shatter,
In the maiden’s pain!
Pinned to my belly where your babe could have grown,
A note of suicide, a letter of goodbye, a poem of why!
I scream to the heavens, the clouds our minds once wove…
There is no God, you taught me that!
Maybe a unicorn up there,
A one horned demon,
But no God to save me ever,
No love to hold me sane.
Only you, my darling, only
YOU!
“Are you ready?” you ask,
Are you sure?”
“Anything to make you happy.” I rasp as I kick the bucket,
Feet dangling with no platform,
Neck breaking to the slow lullaby.
And upside down I float up and swaying,
A Limbo of reveal to Juliet’s cradle.
A coroner arrives in Hearst and slay,
Gothic suit prepared for grave.
He waits until all is gone
And then pulls me in his arms
And kisses me goodbye.
“Necrophilia,” I scream, reaching for his neck,
But then he looks, feeling my ghoulish haunt
And I see!
Beard is gone, twenties are too,
But the scrutiny of dark eyes remain.
It is you! It is you, my Love!
And then the Void rips me away.
IS THAT ME?
Where am I?
Looking around
At a bare vast land
So gloomy
Such an eerie background
Where am I?
I turn around
Still nothing left to see
I pull out my hands
And look to see
A pale pair of hands
Who am I?
I start walking
Not knowing where to go
No where to go
Only walking
With a blank yet full mind
Where am I?
Still walking
I notice something
I can't tell what it is
I walk in its direction
Slowly, it gets closer
What is this?
Closer and closer
It forms the shape of a body
All slumped as if sleeping
In what looks like a puddle
A big red puddle
What is that?
As I get closer
I begin to see it clearer
I debate to go any further
But I keep walking
Closer and closer
Who is that?
I stand above them
They look so familiar
Like I should know them
But nothing comes to mind
Yet it feels so close
What had happened?
I drop to my knees
Trying to get a closer look
I look down to see
I'm in the puddle of red
I take my hand
And turn them over
Who is that?
Their pale features
Covered in red
Grabbing the hand
It feels so cold
So pale and ice cold
What had happened?
Again I glance at their hands
Then setting them down
To look at their body
All slumped in a pile
With nothing to help
Who is this?
I look at the ground
A knife right next to their hand
And a wound so deep
Deep in the chest
It was fatal no matter who tries to help
Who did this?
I realize the hand
So close to the knife
Was this self done
It appears so
Why do this?
I look at the face
So familiar it seems
So quiet and peaceful
When I begin to realize
It comes to me suddenly
Is that me?
Where am I?
Looking around
At a bare vast land
So gloomy
Such an eerie background
Where am I?
I turn around
Still nothing left to see
I pull out my hands
And look to see
A pale pair of hands
Who am I?
I start walking
Not knowing where to go
No where to go
Only walking
With a blank yet full mind
Where am I?
Still walking
I notice something
I can't tell what it is
I walk in its direction
Slowly, it gets closer
What is this?
Closer and closer
It forms the shape of a body
All slumped as if sleeping
In what looks like a puddle
A big red puddle
What is that?
As I get closer
I begin to see it clearer
I debate to go any further
But I keep walking
Closer and closer
Who is that?
I stand above them
They look so familiar
Like I should know them
But nothing comes to mind
Yet it feels so close
What had happened?
I drop to my knees
Trying to get a closer look
I look down to see
I'm in the puddle of red
I take my hand
And turn them over
Who is that?
Their pale features
Covered in red
Grabbing the hand
It feels so cold
So pale and ice cold
What had happened?
Again I glance at their hands
Then setting them down
To look at their body
All slumped in a pile
With nothing to help
Who is this?
I look at the ground
A knife right next to their hand
And a wound so deep
Deep in the chest
It was fatal no matter who tries to help
Who did this?
I realize the hand
So close to the knife
Was this self done
It appears so
Why do this?
I look at the face
So familiar it seems
So quiet and peaceful
When I begin to realize
It comes to me suddenly
Is that me?
Spilled Blood
I should have painted the bathroom walls
The cops will see my rage filled writing
Why'd I use permanent marker?
At least the orange flowers are pretty
but the blood on the floor will need to be washed
when my body is moved and turned to dust
"Mommy." I hear at the door
Why is it her that finds me?
Couldn't she wait until my heart stopped
and...
Apparently, I didn't cut deep enough
when my eyes are opened
to tears in their eyes
I should have painted the bathroom walls
The cops will see my rage filled writing
Why'd I use permanent marker?
At least the orange flowers are pretty
but the blood on the floor will need to be washed
when my body is moved and turned to dust
"Mommy." I hear at the door
Why is it her that finds me?
Couldn't she wait until my heart stopped
and...
Apparently, I didn't cut deep enough
when my eyes are opened
to tears in their eyes
- The Beat (Remains) -
To live
To die
To laugh
To cry
From day to night
From death to light
From summer
To fall
Winter ends all
But neither snow
or wind
or the winter's
bitter sting
can keep Gaia's ring
The life
The spring
The gunshot ring
The knife
The plunge
The drip of Morphine
The breath
The end
The final cut-scene
The beat is strong
The beat remains
as Gaia dances
through the smoke and haze
The bet goes on
Marching in rhythm
The beat remains
And the cycle continues
To live
To die
To laugh
To cry
From day to night
From death to light
From summer
To fall
Winter ends all
But neither snow
or wind
or the winter's
bitter sting
can keep Gaia's ring
The life
The spring
The gunshot ring
The knife
The plunge
The drip of Morphine
The breath
The end
The final cut-scene
The beat is strong
The beat remains
as Gaia dances
through the smoke and haze
The bet goes on
Marching in rhythm
The beat remains
And the cycle continues
Death
Im more powerful than any mortal soul
There is no escaping me
For im inevitable
I am the bringer!
I do not live therefore I can not die
I unveil the truth and blackened your eyes
Transfer your soul into another world
That you've sought answers to your questions of why
As life escapes you, while watching you die
I simply just exist within your midst
Awaiting your last wish upon your dying breath
For I am Death!
What is more beautiful, than death herself?
Beauty so powerful
Black himself cannot contain her
So peaceful
Tears run off from your eyes
Knowing this is your last goodbye
She steals your dream
Gives you wings
Where once your shoulders use to be
Black dims the light
Unwanted, unannounced
Like a thief in the night
Cant help yourself
But look into her eyes
See her true beauty that lies
Dwelling deep inside
As you fall
Depleting you from everything
Soul escaping, spirit transcending
What do you know of beauty?
What is more beautiful than death herself?
So beautiful that black himself
Cannot contain her
So peaceful
That tears run off from your eyes
Knowing this is your last goodbye
What do you know of beauty?
What is more beautiful than death herself?
-ADuarte
Im more powerful than any mortal soul
There is no escaping me
For im inevitable
I am the bringer!
I do not live therefore I can not die
I unveil the truth and blackened your eyes
Transfer your soul into another world
That you've sought answers to your questions of why
As life escapes you, while watching you die
I simply just exist within your midst
Awaiting your last wish upon your dying breath
For I am Death!
What is more beautiful, than death herself?
Beauty so powerful
Black himself cannot contain her
So peaceful
Tears run off from your eyes
Knowing this is your last goodbye
She steals your dream
Gives you wings
Where once your shoulders use to be
Black dims the light
Unwanted, unannounced
Like a thief in the night
Cant help yourself
But look into her eyes
See her true beauty that lies
Dwelling deep inside
As you fall
Depleting you from everything
Soul escaping, spirit transcending
What do you know of beauty?
What is more beautiful than death herself?
So beautiful that black himself
Cannot contain her
So peaceful
That tears run off from your eyes
Knowing this is your last goodbye
What do you know of beauty?
What is more beautiful than death herself?
-ADuarte
Anonymous
Cleeshay's ain't no joke
Dam. I seez dat bryte lyte gittin' bryter. I hope it ain't Catfish playin' a sick fukkin' joke. Nothing matterz. It's tyme to pay da fukkin' pyper. Dats awl she wrote. Turn out da lytes da party's fukkin' over. Dats whut cleeshay's r for. You use 'em when youse dyin'.
rM
Dam. I seez dat bryte lyte gittin' bryter. I hope it ain't Catfish playin' a sick fukkin' joke. Nothing matterz. It's tyme to pay da fukkin' pyper. Dats awl she wrote. Turn out da lytes da party's fukkin' over. Dats whut cleeshay's r for. You use 'em when youse dyin'.
rM
