Poetry competition CLOSED 14th December 2013 7:25am
WINNER
kissofthedevil (Somebody Useless)
kissofthedevil (Somebody Useless)
Internal conflict
A stairway to heaven
The saint of a sin.
Ransoms of mirth,
The righteous ones cringe
Babbles of silent satire...
Tongues of the shameless,
Speak precepts the wise.
Jeering the comfort
That turrets surprise.
Devotion is my reverie...
The ruthless of vengeance,
A silenced child’s song;
And wicked the sword
For the innocent wronged
Sanctity of revelation...
Salvation in ribaldry;
With melancholy tears,
The wanderer to redemption,
For more of forty years
Justice is song...
A stairway from heaven
For an unwinged flight.
A Ransom of mirth,
The song of dark nights.
A save for a souls worth.
The saint of a sin.
Ransoms of mirth,
The righteous ones cringe
Babbles of silent satire...
Tongues of the shameless,
Speak precepts the wise.
Jeering the comfort
That turrets surprise.
Devotion is my reverie...
The ruthless of vengeance,
A silenced child’s song;
And wicked the sword
For the innocent wronged
Sanctity of revelation...
Salvation in ribaldry;
With melancholy tears,
The wanderer to redemption,
For more of forty years
Justice is song...
A stairway from heaven
For an unwinged flight.
A Ransom of mirth,
The song of dark nights.
A save for a souls worth.
Sidetracked
From the tint of rights
To the shade of wrongs
Black and white seems basic
But they're quite mixed up
Forming complicated hues of gray
Heaven and hell on the shoulders
Of my conscience breaking its back
Adding resistance to make it stronger
I'm not fit for this life yet
I need more work
Exercise my morality
Until I build character
But that takes time
Time I feel I don't have the luxury of
Only if just only
I could receive a penny for my thoughts
I'd finally be rich
Then I'd have the luxury
Of having too much time on my hands
Time will finally be on my side
Then I'll have to worry about which side it's on
And I'm still trying to figure out
Which side am I on
From the tint of rights
To the shade of wrongs
Black and white seems basic
But they're quite mixed up
Forming complicated hues of gray
Heaven and hell on the shoulders
Of my conscience breaking its back
Adding resistance to make it stronger
I'm not fit for this life yet
I need more work
Exercise my morality
Until I build character
But that takes time
Time I feel I don't have the luxury of
Only if just only
I could receive a penny for my thoughts
I'd finally be rich
Then I'd have the luxury
Of having too much time on my hands
Time will finally be on my side
Then I'll have to worry about which side it's on
And I'm still trying to figure out
Which side am I on
I want anyone who will have me,
something independent to choose me independently
unfathomably
But when all I appreciate is my inconsistency
and loneliness,
why bother looking for this thing
this entity
to look after and adore me
when I've already adored myself
knowing fully that I had to
because anything that's ever wanted me before
had a choice in the matter
and often chose the latter
but I have no choices
anymore.
something independent to choose me independently
unfathomably
But when all I appreciate is my inconsistency
and loneliness,
why bother looking for this thing
this entity
to look after and adore me
when I've already adored myself
knowing fully that I had to
because anything that's ever wanted me before
had a choice in the matter
and often chose the latter
but I have no choices
anymore.
Sick
By H. E. Riddleton
(Hannah E. Reed)
My eyes soften their glow as I lean into the mirror,
Just a closer look, a closer look at my failing vanity.
I frown at the speckle of imperfection, the hole of my being,
But it’s my eyes that deceive me now,
They are lost, lost in some dream-found, death-storm incredulity,
I can’t look any closer, any longer, but my dream- bound eyes
Hypnotized by something beyond the mirror lure me back in,.
I lean in, lean in, lean in and fall in, down the rabbit hole persay.
A looking glass, “I am Alice,” I say.
But something inside me answers back.
No, “I am just finished, finished and mad, no hat for me”
I scoop up my tea and return to reality, where ever, where ever it may be…
“Manic Depressive,” I repeat, “Manic depressive, just part of the cycle I see.”
I walk away, blankness on my face,
My eyes, a medicated glimmer.
By H. E. Riddleton
(Hannah E. Reed)
My eyes soften their glow as I lean into the mirror,
Just a closer look, a closer look at my failing vanity.
I frown at the speckle of imperfection, the hole of my being,
But it’s my eyes that deceive me now,
They are lost, lost in some dream-found, death-storm incredulity,
I can’t look any closer, any longer, but my dream- bound eyes
Hypnotized by something beyond the mirror lure me back in,.
I lean in, lean in, lean in and fall in, down the rabbit hole persay.
A looking glass, “I am Alice,” I say.
But something inside me answers back.
No, “I am just finished, finished and mad, no hat for me”
I scoop up my tea and return to reality, where ever, where ever it may be…
“Manic Depressive,” I repeat, “Manic depressive, just part of the cycle I see.”
I walk away, blankness on my face,
My eyes, a medicated glimmer.
The rain that has been cast upon me
As it touches my skin with its freezing touch
Numbing me from the pains and upsets from my past
All the past pains seem to come back and haunt me
The rain is fresh and full of salt
As it drips into open wounds
It burns me with an intense pain that is indescribable
As I look into the distance
All I see is a dark and dreary road that is broken
The life once bright now lay in ruins and forever in disrepair
No one can fix this broken road
Walking on this broken road with the freezing rain touching my face and body
All problems are my fault
As I pick up a knife and drag the dull blade across my arm
I have no feeling in me what so ever
No feeling to smile or laugh
All I can do is drag a knife across my neck to help me feel something
the pain of the world are on my shoulders
Now i can't move away from the pains in my life
No more sunshine only a black moon lights my path
As it touches my skin with its freezing touch
Numbing me from the pains and upsets from my past
All the past pains seem to come back and haunt me
The rain is fresh and full of salt
As it drips into open wounds
It burns me with an intense pain that is indescribable
As I look into the distance
All I see is a dark and dreary road that is broken
The life once bright now lay in ruins and forever in disrepair
No one can fix this broken road
Walking on this broken road with the freezing rain touching my face and body
All problems are my fault
As I pick up a knife and drag the dull blade across my arm
I have no feeling in me what so ever
No feeling to smile or laugh
All I can do is drag a knife across my neck to help me feel something
the pain of the world are on my shoulders
Now i can't move away from the pains in my life
No more sunshine only a black moon lights my path
Emotion Overload
Behind the ruby smile
and the sapphire eyes
hides the pain, the
confusion, I tell myself
I say...Self, just smile
and let the twinkle in
your eyes fool them,
they can't see inside
your veins, the seeping
mess you've created,
the screaming, inside
yourself, you're a pit,
blackened with hate
and tortured by evil,
on the outside give
them what they want,
another pretty face.
Behind the ruby smile
and the sapphire eyes
hides the pain, the
confusion, I tell myself
I say...Self, just smile
and let the twinkle in
your eyes fool them,
they can't see inside
your veins, the seeping
mess you've created,
the screaming, inside
yourself, you're a pit,
blackened with hate
and tortured by evil,
on the outside give
them what they want,
another pretty face.
I look out through the bars. I've been a prisoner here for as long as I can remember. By day I stare out the bars with thoughts of hope of leaving it all behind, by night theirs nothing but darkness and being chased by the nightmares that haunt my very being. Where am I you ask? Well my mind of course. I can never leave for its a part of me you see. I am a prisoner of my mind. All that I am afraid of is looking back at me through the bars....its me.
Just smile away.
Yeah, sure. Walk all over me.
It's what you always seem to do.
Punch me, kick me. It's fun, apparently.
My beaten body, isn't always true.
Haha, hilarious! I love you.
Yes, I love you.
So, what if the bruises don't show.
Your jokes are stupid, lame.
The sob stories, are lies, I know.
I bet you don't even know my name.
Smile. That's all you have on.
It's the best makeup, stays on strong.
I may have a body better than yours,
But that doesn't mean clean.
I'm dirty, and you at too at the core.
You people are just mean.
It's okay, it's okay.
I love you anyway.
What? Going to be a jerk? I see.
Sorry my smile wasn't real enough.
Oh, wait. You couldn't tell, I'm not me.
You never saw the bluff.
I'm fine, I'm fine.
Didn't go to bed on time.
Leave me alone, you've never known,
You've never known me, stay away.
You've pelted me with stones,
Until there was none om left to stay.
Last instant before the big jump!
Running on a sand track in desert
On a trail motorbike behind another one
During a race in South of Tunisia
Ready to overtake the previous racer
Because of sand, I was unable to see
The track before his bike
Suddenly, he stopped!
"Nice", I said in my mind, "easier
To overtake him".
But, just at this time,
I SAW WHY HE STOPPED!
The track disappeared in a dry oued
And a big hole was in front of me
I was riding very fast, around 80 km/h!
In my mind, I saw the end, really
The end of my life, end of all for me...
And what I did, as instinct for survival?
Just thrown down the bike on the sand
And I jumped on the ground to be sure
Not to be pulled in the oued by the bike
If this one fell inside.
The bike was stopped at less than 1 m
To the edge of the oued, I was at 2 m!
The other racer stopped and went to me
To be sure that I was safe! It was a girl
Scarred by the vision of me jumping in
The oued and dead at the end of the jump!
After two minutes, spent to reassure her
We left again in our race to end the stage
All my life, I'll keep the image of this event!
With the feeling to have been close to death!
Anonymous
Pushing The Wrong Buttons 
She prowls around roaring in her cage,
The wild beast fighting for release,
To kill with passion and rage,
Until then, she will have no peace,
I try and calm my angry feline,
But she does not listen to my calls,
Searching for a weakness, and in time,
She will get out and maul,
You pushed us too far calling me insane,
Telling me that I need help,
Slicing me open and causing pain,
The sudden attack causes me to yelp,
Turning on you with a gleam in my eye,
Anger coursing through my body,
Barely restraining my feline inside,
Strutting around in front of me looking so cocky,
Not seeing behind my back the knife that I hold,
Caressing my beauty with my hand,
Her tip begging to stab deep and find gold,
Her wishes are my command,
Shrieking with vengeance, hurt and pain,
My lovely blade sinks deep in your eye,
On her blade a blood red stain,
Dripping off her tip....red tears she cries.
She prowls around roaring in her cage,
The wild beast fighting for release,
To kill with passion and rage,
Until then, she will have no peace,
I try and calm my angry feline,
But she does not listen to my calls,
Searching for a weakness, and in time,
She will get out and maul,
You pushed us too far calling me insane,
Telling me that I need help,
Slicing me open and causing pain,
The sudden attack causes me to yelp,
Turning on you with a gleam in my eye,
Anger coursing through my body,
Barely restraining my feline inside,
Strutting around in front of me looking so cocky,
Not seeing behind my back the knife that I hold,
Caressing my beauty with my hand,
Her tip begging to stab deep and find gold,
Her wishes are my command,
Shrieking with vengeance, hurt and pain,
My lovely blade sinks deep in your eye,
On her blade a blood red stain,
Dripping off her tip....red tears she cries.
