Poetry competition CLOSED 1st June 2014 9:48am
WINNER
HadesRising
HadesRising
Evil never has...
Noctua
There's a moon glow in the moment,
dispersing my learned stumbles.
A shrivelled faith stirs, unfurls
despite the bladed wing whirls.
Her instinct flits around, fluttering,
a lost moth seeking porch lights.
She has nestled in layers
of petal soft toxins.
Viscidity trails in the night air,
sticking clouds to stars,
when hemolymph bleeds clear intentions.
My eyes are bruise blue.
Her determination steals
from her epileptic aura.
My palms upwards, face open
and torsion bare, bare.
I am hers, to fold into detestation.
There's a moon glow in the moment,
dispersing my learned stumbles.
A shrivelled faith stirs, unfurls
despite the bladed wing whirls.
Her instinct flits around, fluttering,
a lost moth seeking porch lights.
She has nestled in layers
of petal soft toxins.
Viscidity trails in the night air,
sticking clouds to stars,
when hemolymph bleeds clear intentions.
My eyes are bruise blue.
Her determination steals
from her epileptic aura.
My palms upwards, face open
and torsion bare, bare.
I am hers, to fold into detestation.
Anonymous
What do you mean evil has never loved you like I do?
Buying A Soul (or two?)
It could be supposed with decent accuracy
that evil and I competed for you
that both our cores ached to hold your essence
for different reasons we craved your presence
and you never sought protection
stood defenseless like the choice wasn't yours
until it wasn't anymore
I had you
you wonder now if evil loved you more
but evil let you go
and I couldn't have
won't ever
If I consumed evil
still devoted wholly
would you then have everything
or need more
eternally
leaving me forever wronged
Buying A Soul (or two?)
It could be supposed with decent accuracy
that evil and I competed for you
that both our cores ached to hold your essence
for different reasons we craved your presence
and you never sought protection
stood defenseless like the choice wasn't yours
until it wasn't anymore
I had you
you wonder now if evil loved you more
but evil let you go
and I couldn't have
won't ever
If I consumed evil
still devoted wholly
would you then have everything
or need more
eternally
leaving me forever wronged
What do you mean evil has never loved you like I do. Haven't you ever tamed a shrew. Been ashamed of what I do. The cold embrace of disgrace and the look upon a face as I stir this witches brew. The schemes she construes with a snake on her shoulder growing colder and colder but still I try while I lye in this tomb of lye winking the left eye at all who try yanking at my fingertips to release the death grip on her heart torn apart from my perfected art while towing evils cart from the start. On display like a window shopper evil beckons like the hum of a chopper. Mental thunder like a pirates plunder or a strait jacket drummer or an addict guitar strummer. No evil loves you in a special way everyday watching all you do and say.but me you obey......
i.
evil is lying face down
in a tired mess
ready to say my goodbyes
to everybody i momentarily forgot about
because of a poor excuse of a man
who loved with his hands
and the sharp of his knees
who truly cared, he promised,
under the wretched verbal torture.
evil is looking into a mother's eyes,
and seeing all the juxtapositions
of what she has taught me growing up
and what she truly sees
in the ugliness of her own world that she
plasters over reality
like wallpaper.
evil is the days of books and boxes
and the blanket Aunty Lily sewed for me
when i left the country,
over my body as i grip to the floors
to keep hold of gravity
when my mind is gone.
ii.
evil is the faces of people you trust
to not push 6 lines of ketamine into one
when you turn away
and laugh as you slip into the darkest hole of your mind.
evil is growing up to the sound of empty bottles
and a mother's heavy sigh
when your father is home and the only
two conversations with him you remember most
is the telling off for your tattoo three years too late
and when he grabbed you through the door to
tell you to leave.
evil is the lady who plagued your innocent mind
with intoxicated promises
rubbing her irresponsibilities as somebody else's
mother and wife
onto you as you itched to break free
but caged yourself under her surveillance
because of the delicious nothings she had to offer.
iii.
evil has never loved us like we do.
we were confused
for the longest hours,
but from the day our eyes met
and the emotions were on our fingertips,
so vulnerable and ready to be true
and completely pure,
we watched in glorious victory
as our souls danced in colourful waltz
into the throngs of love;
we watched with heavy relief
as evil fell on its arse,
and lost its reign.
evil is lying face down
in a tired mess
ready to say my goodbyes
to everybody i momentarily forgot about
because of a poor excuse of a man
who loved with his hands
and the sharp of his knees
who truly cared, he promised,
under the wretched verbal torture.
evil is looking into a mother's eyes,
and seeing all the juxtapositions
of what she has taught me growing up
and what she truly sees
in the ugliness of her own world that she
plasters over reality
like wallpaper.
evil is the days of books and boxes
and the blanket Aunty Lily sewed for me
when i left the country,
over my body as i grip to the floors
to keep hold of gravity
when my mind is gone.
ii.
evil is the faces of people you trust
to not push 6 lines of ketamine into one
when you turn away
and laugh as you slip into the darkest hole of your mind.
evil is growing up to the sound of empty bottles
and a mother's heavy sigh
when your father is home and the only
two conversations with him you remember most
is the telling off for your tattoo three years too late
and when he grabbed you through the door to
tell you to leave.
evil is the lady who plagued your innocent mind
with intoxicated promises
rubbing her irresponsibilities as somebody else's
mother and wife
onto you as you itched to break free
but caged yourself under her surveillance
because of the delicious nothings she had to offer.
iii.
evil has never loved us like we do.
we were confused
for the longest hours,
but from the day our eyes met
and the emotions were on our fingertips,
so vulnerable and ready to be true
and completely pure,
we watched in glorious victory
as our souls danced in colourful waltz
into the throngs of love;
we watched with heavy relief
as evil fell on its arse,
and lost its reign.
DARK ASYLUM PT. 2
In my asylum I sit
But the voices they yell
They scream, they cry, they want me to die
When will it end
My hell within
Just let me die
I can no longer cry
The pain never ends
The turmoil within
I scream, I cry, I want to die
This hell killed me
Now damned I am
I struggle, I fight
The asylum steals me away
The hell within
Kk
EVIL AINT LOVED U LIKE ME
I AM UGLY YOU SEE
no one agree
bt hostility
is hostage that we
have in this sessiom
demonic possesion
sub-sonic reflection
with crobice obsession
with strong aggression
a pirrohan in action
your honars infetion
stopped the trial
with out question
anthrax in the mail
think its tax; but a fail
plus springloaded
and frail
devoted to kill
i found it waspromoted in hell jk
BY Mike Stewart ®
2014©
Next!
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EVIL AINT LOVED U LIKE ME
I AM UGLY YOU SEE
no one agree
bt hostility
is hostage that we
have in this sessiom
demonic possesion
sub-sonic reflection
with crobice obsession
with strong aggression
a pirrohan in action
your honars infetion
stopped the trial
with out question
anthrax in the mail
think its tax; but a fail
plus springloaded
and frail
devoted to kill
i found it waspromoted in hell jk
BY Mike Stewart ®
2014©
Next!
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