Poetry competition CLOSED 28th March 2014 8:20pm
WINNER
twitchnsway (Twitch Sway)
twitchnsway (Twitch Sway)
RUNNER-UP:
Magdalena
Who are you?
and the waves
this is who i am: a second hand book
at a charity shop waiting to be picked up.
yet i know better than claim my identity
in words and words like poet.
i take my place in pages that haven't
been filled yet; in the spaces that
haven't been thought of yet;
yes, the ones who distinguish one word
from another.
this is who i am: a second hand book
at a charity shop waiting to be picked up.
yet i know better than claim my identity
in words and words like poet.
i take my place in pages that haven't
been filled yet; in the spaces that
haven't been thought of yet;
yes, the ones who distinguish one word
from another.
1
im soon forgotten.
2
im that layer of grease making your shoes stick
to the floor and im the sponge that soaks it up
by which i mean to press myself
into the floorboards
3
with my mouth open and i swallow
whatever falls down to my level
becoming someone else
that's how i got herpes
im soon forgotten.
2
im that layer of grease making your shoes stick
to the floor and im the sponge that soaks it up
by which i mean to press myself
into the floorboards
3
with my mouth open and i swallow
whatever falls down to my level
becoming someone else
that's how i got herpes
Jaded
I am the one who stared down death
And saw into eternity,
And liked what I saw,
Except now, I must finish “here”
In limbo, first,
Because it wasn’t my time to go yet.
Go figure….
But I’m one step closer to dying
Than the rest of you;
Or maybe not—
It’s all Russian Roulette, anyway,
Who will go, when.
Somehow,
Chemo makes the rest of everything else
Petty.
Shut the fucking fuck up,
Because nothing matters except you and God.
So I’ll find God,
More than I did before
And use the quiet places of this world
As distraction
From the constant restlessness,
Until it’s my turn to spread wide my arms,
Fall backwards into the wildflowers
And say “Sayonara, Chickies!”
I am the one who stared down death
And saw into eternity,
And liked what I saw,
Except now, I must finish “here”
In limbo, first,
Because it wasn’t my time to go yet.
Go figure….
But I’m one step closer to dying
Than the rest of you;
Or maybe not—
It’s all Russian Roulette, anyway,
Who will go, when.
Somehow,
Chemo makes the rest of everything else
Petty.
Shut the fucking fuck up,
Because nothing matters except you and God.
So I’ll find God,
More than I did before
And use the quiet places of this world
As distraction
From the constant restlessness,
Until it’s my turn to spread wide my arms,
Fall backwards into the wildflowers
And say “Sayonara, Chickies!”
mirror.. mirror.. on the wall..
Show me that bald
is the most beautiful of ALL..
A mirror is just a gem , a fine peace
of glass, BUT remember it never lies to you and always opens a door to your passed!
A reflection can show a man his great talents and his fears too..The mirror never takes side so becareful what you hide..Never forget it can look deep inside. so always keep your faith you never know what tomorrow will bring .. But standing looking in this fucking mirror won't change a thing..
So mirror...mirror.
on the wall I know
bald is the most beautiful of all..... jollysurvivor
Show me that bald
is the most beautiful of ALL..
A mirror is just a gem , a fine peace
of glass, BUT remember it never lies to you and always opens a door to your passed!
A reflection can show a man his great talents and his fears too..The mirror never takes side so becareful what you hide..Never forget it can look deep inside. so always keep your faith you never know what tomorrow will bring .. But standing looking in this fucking mirror won't change a thing..
So mirror...mirror.
on the wall I know
bald is the most beautiful of all..... jollysurvivor
jollyrancher said: mirror.. mirror.. on the wall..
Show me that bald
is the most beautiful of ALL..
A mirror is just a gem , a fine peace
of glass, BUT remember it never lies to you and always opens a door to your passed!
A reflection can show a man his great talents and his fears too..The mirror never takes side so becareful what you hide..Never forget it can look deep inside. so always keep your faith you never know what tomorrow will bring .. But standing looking in this fucking mirror won't change a thing..
So mirror...mirror.
on the wall I know
bald is the most beautiful of all..... jollysurvivor
Show me that bald
is the most beautiful of ALL..
A mirror is just a gem , a fine peace
of glass, BUT remember it never lies to you and always opens a door to your passed!
A reflection can show a man his great talents and his fears too..The mirror never takes side so becareful what you hide..Never forget it can look deep inside. so always keep your faith you never know what tomorrow will bring .. But standing looking in this fucking mirror won't change a thing..
So mirror...mirror.
on the wall I know
bald is the most beautiful of all..... jollysurvivor
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I Am
I am "forgive me."
I am "I didn't mean it."
I am holding my tongue.
I am averting my eyes.
I am steel wool trying to be gauze.
I am a brick trying to be a pillow.
I am trying to soften.
I am lying on the floor.
I am thinking about tomorrow again.
I am obsessively checking powerschool.
I am four cups of coffee a day
while wondering why I don't get enough sleep.
I am a lake held back by a just-strong-enough dam.
I am that loose tooth dangling by a thread.
I am an oil soaked rag next to a lighter
waiting for release or disaster, depending on your perspective.
I am guilt with every word I write about myself.
I am terrified of being a narcissist.
I am terrified.
I am "forgive me."
I am "I didn't mean it."
I am holding my tongue.
I am averting my eyes.
I am steel wool trying to be gauze.
I am a brick trying to be a pillow.
I am trying to soften.
I am lying on the floor.
I am thinking about tomorrow again.
I am obsessively checking powerschool.
I am four cups of coffee a day
while wondering why I don't get enough sleep.
I am a lake held back by a just-strong-enough dam.
I am that loose tooth dangling by a thread.
I am an oil soaked rag next to a lighter
waiting for release or disaster, depending on your perspective.
I am guilt with every word I write about myself.
I am terrified of being a narcissist.
I am terrified.
Impending
I am the moon and the tides.
I am the storm, the battered sea,
raging, raging, until the waters whirl,
deliquesce to droplets, dried in torrid heat…
I am creatures reposed to salty bones,
and I am the undulating desert gorging on them.
I am the Aeolian winds grinding mountains to sand,
blowing away my own dust to bare rock.
I am the tremors, unrelenting shockwaves, collapsing cliffs.
I am the molten lava flows, undermining tectonics.
Beyond the caldera, the release withheld…
The intensity is high, I bleed diamonds…
Shear and tensile cracks throughout,
upwards and downwards;
unpeeling the mantle, liquid substrata, shaken core.
This world is crumbling... I am crumbling.
I am the imploding planet, spinning off axis,
out of orbit planetary collisions, the space flak.
I am the unfathomable supernova, cluster detonation
white nuclear, radioactive fusion.
I am the fading neutron stars, the star dust...
the black hole...
v o i d
I am the moon and the tides.
I am the storm, the battered sea,
raging, raging, until the waters whirl,
deliquesce to droplets, dried in torrid heat…
I am creatures reposed to salty bones,
and I am the undulating desert gorging on them.
I am the Aeolian winds grinding mountains to sand,
blowing away my own dust to bare rock.
I am the tremors, unrelenting shockwaves, collapsing cliffs.
I am the molten lava flows, undermining tectonics.
Beyond the caldera, the release withheld…
The intensity is high, I bleed diamonds…
Shear and tensile cracks throughout,
upwards and downwards;
unpeeling the mantle, liquid substrata, shaken core.
This world is crumbling... I am crumbling.
I am the imploding planet, spinning off axis,
out of orbit planetary collisions, the space flak.
I am the unfathomable supernova, cluster detonation
white nuclear, radioactive fusion.
I am the fading neutron stars, the star dust...
the black hole...
v o i d
Wanderer
A continuation of the past
To relive and suffer yet again
Years of torment
Lifetimes of mistakes
Yet remembering nothing
Of my accomplishments
To use in my next journey
Through this life,
As a different human being
Male, Female
Poor, Rich
Sane, Insane
No cheat notes
To help me along
To choose the correct answers
The correct paths
That will lead me to
The glory land and
Finally to a place of rest
From all this wandering and pain
A place
To call home
A continuation of the past
To relive and suffer yet again
Years of torment
Lifetimes of mistakes
Yet remembering nothing
Of my accomplishments
To use in my next journey
Through this life,
As a different human being
Male, Female
Poor, Rich
Sane, Insane
No cheat notes
To help me along
To choose the correct answers
The correct paths
That will lead me to
The glory land and
Finally to a place of rest
From all this wandering and pain
A place
To call home
Don't try and figure me out
Don't always need to be doubted
I have a body
for no body
I don't judge
nor do i budge
I am hot
and people who hate
me must rot
for I am not their bate
I am single
and I am always ready to mingle
My love is stronge
and it is never wrong
that is who i am
Don't always need to be doubted
I have a body
for no body
I don't judge
nor do i budge
I am hot
and people who hate
me must rot
for I am not their bate
I am single
and I am always ready to mingle
My love is stronge
and it is never wrong
that is who i am
Say my name
I'm the last pill
you hate to need
peel back the blemishes
left over
from one too many nights
self mutilated
for god to judge
I was never one to rely
on hippocrates
but the rush
is a holy daydream
I was whiplashed into believing
was the right way
to feel
nights like tonight
I'm the vice
you love to hate
it was a Lott of fun
until it wasn't
I'm a lot of fun
until I'm indifferent
I'm the last pill
you hate to need
peel back the blemishes
left over
from one too many nights
self mutilated
for god to judge
I was never one to rely
on hippocrates
but the rush
is a holy daydream
I was whiplashed into believing
was the right way
to feel
nights like tonight
I'm the vice
you love to hate
it was a Lott of fun
until it wasn't
I'm a lot of fun
until I'm indifferent
faded blues
if I write you a poem, will you make me a pastrami
sandwich? (if it’s not too much trouble, a little mustard.)
& coffee, black: cream is fattening, & sugar won’t make
me any sweeter.
I have only poems for barter. my gold has vanished,
because it was gold, & has no permanence, as Robert
Frost explained. my tears were crystal, & were fashioned
into wind chimes, for the children of travelling parents.
& gone is the field I wandered in, to be among flowers,
to sit beneath the story tree, as Nature whispered to me
an ode to drifting clouds, to the ribbons in her hair…
I have only my tattered jeans, reeboks with frayed laces, a
poet’s shirt, blue & oversized, to harbor a searching heart.
and I have my poet spirit.
I have abandoned the old house. the rooms were much too
big, & loneliness is large enough.
I have taken a small flat in American Bohemia.
the ghosts there will teach me how to be a poet.
if I write you a poem, will you make me a pastrami
sandwich? (if it’s not too much trouble, a little mustard.)
& coffee, black: cream is fattening, & sugar won’t make
me any sweeter.
I have only poems for barter. my gold has vanished,
because it was gold, & has no permanence, as Robert
Frost explained. my tears were crystal, & were fashioned
into wind chimes, for the children of travelling parents.
& gone is the field I wandered in, to be among flowers,
to sit beneath the story tree, as Nature whispered to me
an ode to drifting clouds, to the ribbons in her hair…
I have only my tattered jeans, reeboks with frayed laces, a
poet’s shirt, blue & oversized, to harbor a searching heart.
and I have my poet spirit.
I have abandoned the old house. the rooms were much too
big, & loneliness is large enough.
I have taken a small flat in American Bohemia.
the ghosts there will teach me how to be a poet.
Anonymous
I am a wanderer
I float through days
without an ounce of attention,
blotting ink at one in the morning
and sleeping in late.
My hobby is the destruction
of things people love,
cliches say love is weakness
and I'm cliche enough
to believe them.
I hate flowers
I hate the color pink
I hate the word hate
but I've nothing better to say.
Who am I?
Sometimes I wonder
if I even know
who I am at all.
I float through days
without an ounce of attention,
blotting ink at one in the morning
and sleeping in late.
My hobby is the destruction
of things people love,
cliches say love is weakness
and I'm cliche enough
to believe them.
I hate flowers
I hate the color pink
I hate the word hate
but I've nothing better to say.
Who am I?
Sometimes I wonder
if I even know
who I am at all.
