Poetry competition CLOSED 29th April 2014 3:47am
WINNER
lepperochan (CraicDealer)
lepperochan (CraicDealer)
RUNNERS-UP:
anna_grin
and Madintellect
Crushing DU
Blown away
the chance is for the taking
because life is so fucking short
it'd be a crime not to
there's intrigue to be found
from every single thought
that escapes your
mind
I'd build you a pipe bomb
packed with powder
just to hear you laugh loud
when you blow the shit outta some barn
and an angry farmer
chases us for miles with his twelve gauge
the plunge awaits, take it
take it
make it real
the chance is for the taking
because life is so fucking short
it'd be a crime not to
there's intrigue to be found
from every single thought
that escapes your
mind
I'd build you a pipe bomb
packed with powder
just to hear you laugh loud
when you blow the shit outta some barn
and an angry farmer
chases us for miles with his twelve gauge
the plunge awaits, take it
take it
make it real
Make Love To Me
Dedicated to Mz_Fallen_Angel ( We have an interesting relationship)
Now play these puppet strings
Like I am the last stringed instrument
As I try my best to write poetry
That makes you want to scream out
One million words unspoken but thought in sanctuary
It hurts
To want so badly
But to never get
So my good God
Stays nice and righteous
Filling my mind with unholy remnants
Of your dreams pieces
The pieces
Of your skirt
Manifest themselves from my dreams
And I dance with them
In spirals creating Saturn's rings
And beautiful things
That can not be seen in Innocent imagination
Just come close to me
In mind and spirit so maybe
We can make love in poetry
Breathing in opium beings
Twelve percent morphine
Numbing the pain
And releasing passionate endings
Play these puppet strings
Like I am the last stringed instrument
As I try my best to write poetry
That makes you want to scream out
One million words unspoken but thought in sanctuary
Please
Just one touch can save me
From strangling in these puppet strings
Make love to me
Dedicated to Mz_Fallen_Angel ( We have an interesting relationship)
Now play these puppet strings
Like I am the last stringed instrument
As I try my best to write poetry
That makes you want to scream out
One million words unspoken but thought in sanctuary
It hurts
To want so badly
But to never get
So my good God
Stays nice and righteous
Filling my mind with unholy remnants
Of your dreams pieces
The pieces
Of your skirt
Manifest themselves from my dreams
And I dance with them
In spirals creating Saturn's rings
And beautiful things
That can not be seen in Innocent imagination
Just come close to me
In mind and spirit so maybe
We can make love in poetry
Breathing in opium beings
Twelve percent morphine
Numbing the pain
And releasing passionate endings
Play these puppet strings
Like I am the last stringed instrument
As I try my best to write poetry
That makes you want to scream out
One million words unspoken but thought in sanctuary
Please
Just one touch can save me
From strangling in these puppet strings
Make love to me
Ten days in and under
A cover riveted with angst-ful wonder
Splendor infested desires unwinding
Golden peach hands churning time
-into-
Hourglasses overflowing with secondhand rhymes
times metaphor whores getting any rate they desire
Making every punch a deadly blow
rendering the count obsolete
with such relentlessly considerate refined precision
Yielding known's unfettered zone seemingly astray
Illuminating the caverns of void
only to awaken in your labyrinth's zenith
Teeming with a higher frequency
Activating the legions of dormancy
Treasure map in hand scribbling hieroglyphs in calligraphy whispering in unknown tongues as from the pinnacle of their respective dialects
Portals spontaneously manifesting
through an abyss of thought waves
the asylum couldn't even help craze
Oceanic grace of tidal caliber
turning grey into colors that actually matter
Painting this crazy train sane
This jacket will never again fit straight
And I have you to thank
A cover riveted with angst-ful wonder
Splendor infested desires unwinding
Golden peach hands churning time
-into-
Hourglasses overflowing with secondhand rhymes
times metaphor whores getting any rate they desire
Making every punch a deadly blow
rendering the count obsolete
with such relentlessly considerate refined precision
Yielding known's unfettered zone seemingly astray
Illuminating the caverns of void
only to awaken in your labyrinth's zenith
Teeming with a higher frequency
Activating the legions of dormancy
Treasure map in hand scribbling hieroglyphs in calligraphy whispering in unknown tongues as from the pinnacle of their respective dialects
Portals spontaneously manifesting
through an abyss of thought waves
the asylum couldn't even help craze
Oceanic grace of tidal caliber
turning grey into colors that actually matter
Painting this crazy train sane
This jacket will never again fit straight
And I have you to thank
