Poetry competition CLOSED 16th February 2014 10:19pm
WINNER
Page_Writer (Mad Girl)
Page_Writer (Mad Girl)
Small Town
Sweet pure ivory skin dripping wet always sliding past my lips in small town glory
At times i wish to be extricated from these places because they always leave me
Escaping the city in my dreams
To find that small town country
At times i wish to be extricated from these places because they always leave me
Escaping the city in my dreams
To find that small town country
Northern Stillness
Well north of the bustling city
before the crackle of night's winter fire,
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.
Well north of the bustling city
before the crackle of night's winter fire,
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.
Chicopee
"I'm from Chicopee."
"Where's that?"
"It's um-- In Massachusetts."
"Near Boston?"
"No. . ."
Why do I even bother?
I wonder this to myself.
Another person that has no idea where I'm from.
Not that's it's much anyway.
It's a town in the "Pinoneer Valley"--
If that makes any more sense to anyone who doesn't know,
That Boston is not the only city in the Bay State area.
It's in Western Mass, does that make sense?
Near Springfield, wait there's a million of those.
No it's not near Salem-- Yes I've been there.
No I don't have an accent, I can say my R's.
The city used to be called Cabotville.
Before it got changed to match the river that runs through here.
"Chicopee Falls"-- I think it's named after the Indians.
Not the Chicopee Indians, but another name that I don't know.
Nipmucs-- Nipmucs, that's the name. . . "Chicopee" is a word.
A word they used meaning (according to Wikipedia) "Violent waters".
I've seen the river, it's not the scary.
The town's name lies about it's meaning.
This tiny town doesn't have anything that is considered a landmark.
Um it's near Holyoke?
Nevermind.
Agawam?
That's were Six Flags New England is, you know that right?
Springfield?
Um, Basketball Hall of Fame?
No it's not in Chicopee, it's near it.
Chicopee doesn't have anything but Wal-mart.
I have to go to Holyoke to go to the mall.
Yes "Holyoke" is another name of a town, near my own.
No I don't know why it's called that either.
No there's nothing fun to do in my small New England town.
I've been planning my escape from it for some time now.
I lived here off and on for twenty years.
And it's nothing but boring-- Really, really boring.
There's no where fun to go, nothing fun to do.
It's the epitome of boring New England towns.
It might as well be a made up town--
No wait they always have cool names.
Like the ones in the books I've written.
Blackwood.
Willow Stone.
Marble Bay.
Pitsfalls.
Admire.
Cedar Falls.
Safe Harbor.
Belle Harbor.
Hallows Brooke.
Brooke Haven.
Silent Lake.
Those are some good town names.
I wish I lived in those places.
They sound much much enjoyable then this place.
This boring place, that I was born and raised.
Born in Holyoke.
Raised in Chicopee.
Born in a boring town.
And move to the boring town next to it.
No one comes to Chicopee.
I think Stephen King mentioned it in his a book.
When his character was going somewhere else, less boring.
We were suppose to get a hurricane but it missed us completely.
Because it didn't want to come here either.
Honestly I don't blame it.
No one wants to come to Chicopee.
At least I know that I don't.
And I hated living in other states and people asking me where I'm from.
In movies people give the capital of their state or another big named town.
Not me, I'm not from the big name moving to a small town.
No I'm from the small town moving to another small town.
"I'm from Chicopee."
"Where's that?"
"Massachusetts."
"Near Boston?"
No.
Nevermind.
Sure it's near Boston.
Because that's the only city in this God forsake state.
There is no other towns and cities.
Only Boston, and Salem can't forget the witches.
And no I'm not a Red Sox fan, I'm rooting for the Yankees.
So please don't ask where I'm from.
Cause I'll answer with "Middle of Nowhere, Massachusetts."
Cause I'm so tired of this game.
Of "Where are you from?"
And "Where is that?"
"Near Boston?"
NO!
Nevermind.
I'm done.
I'm from Chicopee.
A New England Town that nobody has heard of in their life.
A Western Massachusetts town in the Pinoneer Valley.
I hope none of that made sense to you people.
Because I'm done with this convesation.
It's just Chicopee.
Don't ask where it's from cause you've never heard of it.
Obviously nobody has--
And saying it's near Boston does not mean you'll know what I'm talking about.
And this is why I hate my small New England town.
Named after a word that the Nipmucs made up.
Used to be named Cabotville.
And is named this instead, this horrible boring name.
There's no violent waters, just boring lands.
That's my hometown.
Chicopee, MA.
"I'm from Chicopee."
"Where's that?"
"It's um-- In Massachusetts."
"Near Boston?"
"No. . ."
Why do I even bother?
I wonder this to myself.
Another person that has no idea where I'm from.
Not that's it's much anyway.
It's a town in the "Pinoneer Valley"--
If that makes any more sense to anyone who doesn't know,
That Boston is not the only city in the Bay State area.
It's in Western Mass, does that make sense?
Near Springfield, wait there's a million of those.
No it's not near Salem-- Yes I've been there.
No I don't have an accent, I can say my R's.
The city used to be called Cabotville.
Before it got changed to match the river that runs through here.
"Chicopee Falls"-- I think it's named after the Indians.
Not the Chicopee Indians, but another name that I don't know.
Nipmucs-- Nipmucs, that's the name. . . "Chicopee" is a word.
A word they used meaning (according to Wikipedia) "Violent waters".
I've seen the river, it's not the scary.
The town's name lies about it's meaning.
This tiny town doesn't have anything that is considered a landmark.
Um it's near Holyoke?
Nevermind.
Agawam?
That's were Six Flags New England is, you know that right?
Springfield?
Um, Basketball Hall of Fame?
No it's not in Chicopee, it's near it.
Chicopee doesn't have anything but Wal-mart.
I have to go to Holyoke to go to the mall.
Yes "Holyoke" is another name of a town, near my own.
No I don't know why it's called that either.
No there's nothing fun to do in my small New England town.
I've been planning my escape from it for some time now.
I lived here off and on for twenty years.
And it's nothing but boring-- Really, really boring.
There's no where fun to go, nothing fun to do.
It's the epitome of boring New England towns.
It might as well be a made up town--
No wait they always have cool names.
Like the ones in the books I've written.
Blackwood.
Willow Stone.
Marble Bay.
Pitsfalls.
Admire.
Cedar Falls.
Safe Harbor.
Belle Harbor.
Hallows Brooke.
Brooke Haven.
Silent Lake.
Those are some good town names.
I wish I lived in those places.
They sound much much enjoyable then this place.
This boring place, that I was born and raised.
Born in Holyoke.
Raised in Chicopee.
Born in a boring town.
And move to the boring town next to it.
No one comes to Chicopee.
I think Stephen King mentioned it in his a book.
When his character was going somewhere else, less boring.
We were suppose to get a hurricane but it missed us completely.
Because it didn't want to come here either.
Honestly I don't blame it.
No one wants to come to Chicopee.
At least I know that I don't.
And I hated living in other states and people asking me where I'm from.
In movies people give the capital of their state or another big named town.
Not me, I'm not from the big name moving to a small town.
No I'm from the small town moving to another small town.
"I'm from Chicopee."
"Where's that?"
"Massachusetts."
"Near Boston?"
No.
Nevermind.
Sure it's near Boston.
Because that's the only city in this God forsake state.
There is no other towns and cities.
Only Boston, and Salem can't forget the witches.
And no I'm not a Red Sox fan, I'm rooting for the Yankees.
So please don't ask where I'm from.
Cause I'll answer with "Middle of Nowhere, Massachusetts."
Cause I'm so tired of this game.
Of "Where are you from?"
And "Where is that?"
"Near Boston?"
NO!
Nevermind.
I'm done.
I'm from Chicopee.
A New England Town that nobody has heard of in their life.
A Western Massachusetts town in the Pinoneer Valley.
I hope none of that made sense to you people.
Because I'm done with this convesation.
It's just Chicopee.
Don't ask where it's from cause you've never heard of it.
Obviously nobody has--
And saying it's near Boston does not mean you'll know what I'm talking about.
And this is why I hate my small New England town.
Named after a word that the Nipmucs made up.
Used to be named Cabotville.
And is named this instead, this horrible boring name.
There's no violent waters, just boring lands.
That's my hometown.
Chicopee, MA.
Anonymous
Stained
They grew up together
in a small town
there were no secrets
no strangers
amongst them
the sunrise greets
farmer stands
down the street
roasted coffee
perked the air
as children ran to school
mothers congregated
fathers stole
hour of sleep
till noon
Temptation insatiable
the need irrevocable
mind of the youth
unstoppable
stolen smiles
secret hideouts
sneaking out
after midnight
stolen kisses
hopeful promises
moonlight callings
bodies yearning
two red poppies
oscillating
Love transcends all
an unstoppable force
be assured united
love conquers all
Family distorted
honor disgraced
neighborhood's chatter
in disarray
father raging
mother crying
kids fearful
of their own
destiny
the shame
the blame
the stamp of stain
a family mortified
beyond repair
A tumbleweed rolls
over on
an unmarked grave
unclaimed
unattended
bare
grey
A forgettable
mistake
They grew up together
in a small town
there were no secrets
no strangers
amongst them
the sunrise greets
farmer stands
down the street
roasted coffee
perked the air
as children ran to school
mothers congregated
fathers stole
hour of sleep
till noon
Temptation insatiable
the need irrevocable
mind of the youth
unstoppable
stolen smiles
secret hideouts
sneaking out
after midnight
stolen kisses
hopeful promises
moonlight callings
bodies yearning
two red poppies
oscillating
Love transcends all
an unstoppable force
be assured united
love conquers all
Family distorted
honor disgraced
neighborhood's chatter
in disarray
father raging
mother crying
kids fearful
of their own
destiny
the shame
the blame
the stamp of stain
a family mortified
beyond repair
A tumbleweed rolls
over on
an unmarked grave
unclaimed
unattended
bare
grey
A forgettable
mistake
MY LITTLE GHOST TOWN
Eating dust is a favorite past time
as I drive those unbeaten paths
leading to nowhere but upwards.
Upon reaching the summit,
the dust has its rewards:
the eyes feasting on magnificent view
of the deep blue ocean below,
the cerulean skies kissing the horizon
creating images in three dimensions,
and the glittering neon lights
sparkling like stars at night
seem to invite locals and foreigners alike
to check out my little ghost town
and experience what it looks like.
Driving down those country roads
eating dust...
those living abroad
I dare you to trust
your spiritual instincts
before the dust become extinct
in my little ghost town.
Eating dust is a favorite past time
as I drive those unbeaten paths
leading to nowhere but upwards.
Upon reaching the summit,
the dust has its rewards:
the eyes feasting on magnificent view
of the deep blue ocean below,
the cerulean skies kissing the horizon
creating images in three dimensions,
and the glittering neon lights
sparkling like stars at night
seem to invite locals and foreigners alike
to check out my little ghost town
and experience what it looks like.
Driving down those country roads
eating dust...
those living abroad
I dare you to trust
your spiritual instincts
before the dust become extinct
in my little ghost town.
So this is it...this is where i sit. Porch side drinking sweet tea in this small town where nothing ever happens. Except for that.... I mean those...I mean this.That little girl with broken bones and bit off lips. Too many kisses given to strangers until i broke her hips...or was that her shoulders...or her neck.
Now she rest forever on my porch swing while i sing country song lyrics and kiss her cheek. Her dark skin is burning in sunlight as i eradicate her love for life... or did that already happen... i have been drinking... what the fuck... what the hell happened????
Now she rest forever on my porch swing while i sing country song lyrics and kiss her cheek. Her dark skin is burning in sunlight as i eradicate her love for life... or did that already happen... i have been drinking... what the fuck... what the hell happened????
WHERE THE SIDEWALK ENDS
I live in a place
Unlike any other
All the people are shady
As you will discover
This place has a name
But to me it’s much more
It’s where the sidewalk ends
Right are hells front door
The people are f*****,
They lie and they hurt
Out of fear or of boredom
I don’t know what’s worse
They talk straight out their a**
When all else fails
To discredit and spite you
With their fabricated tales
They speak in many tongues
But Swahili’s known best
Done it all in record time
And currently learning the rest
Don’t try to argue
It’s no use besides
You’ll be wrong either way
In their ignorant minds
So if you come to this place
It will drive you insane
Drama Ville USA at it’s finest,
But hey, what’s in a name?
I live in a place
Unlike any other
All the people are shady
As you will discover
This place has a name
But to me it’s much more
It’s where the sidewalk ends
Right are hells front door
The people are f*****,
They lie and they hurt
Out of fear or of boredom
I don’t know what’s worse
They talk straight out their a**
When all else fails
To discredit and spite you
With their fabricated tales
They speak in many tongues
But Swahili’s known best
Done it all in record time
And currently learning the rest
Don’t try to argue
It’s no use besides
You’ll be wrong either way
In their ignorant minds
So if you come to this place
It will drive you insane
Drama Ville USA at it’s finest,
But hey, what’s in a name?
I grew up in a town on the outskirts of Los Angeles. Families have been there for generations. My childhood friends and I believed it was because no one could get out. Maybe we were right...
My childhood friends are dead.
The same kids I sat with big dreaming on the elementary black top with.
They have multiple children and no hope.
They're convinced that slanging is a righteous way to feed their brothers and sisters.
They're fighting over streets we all used to play kick ball on.
They're in plywood coffins and their stories didn't make the news.
We all were supposed to make it out...
My childhood friends are dead.
The same kids I sat with big dreaming on the elementary black top with.
They have multiple children and no hope.
They're convinced that slanging is a righteous way to feed their brothers and sisters.
They're fighting over streets we all used to play kick ball on.
They're in plywood coffins and their stories didn't make the news.
We all were supposed to make it out...
I've got the small town blues
Alcohol and drug induced
Just wasted with nothing to do
Yeah, the small town blues
I've traveled down every road
There isn't a bend that I don't know
Still there is nowhere to go
Here, everything moves slow
I have the small town blues
Everyday is the same old news
I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude
I just have the small town blues
Unwanted advice comes everyday
Small minded people must have their say
If you don't bend you better sway
For the sake of society, do it their way
I have the small town blues
If I had a choice, I wouldn't choose
Wasting away with nothing to do
Damn these small town blues
Alcohol and drug induced
Just wasted with nothing to do
Yeah, the small town blues
I've traveled down every road
There isn't a bend that I don't know
Still there is nowhere to go
Here, everything moves slow
I have the small town blues
Everyday is the same old news
I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude
I just have the small town blues
Unwanted advice comes everyday
Small minded people must have their say
If you don't bend you better sway
For the sake of society, do it their way
I have the small town blues
If I had a choice, I wouldn't choose
Wasting away with nothing to do
Damn these small town blues
