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Poetry competition CLOSED 27th August 2014 10:41am
WINNER
dkzksaxxas_DanielX (DadaDoggyDannyKozakSaxfn)
dkzksaxxas_DanielX (DadaDoggyDannyKozakSaxfn)
RUNNER-UP:
shaunda
Who's Your DADA!
A father takes, eyes closed, that which he has no right
A child cries, traumatized, a closet hides her pain
The child dies, awakes to find- a woman in her place
her damaged mind- cannot abide- the change her body makes
The woman stands- naked and alone- facing mirrored images
backs away- cuts today- appraising all her damages
rearrange- her bodies change- sculpt it down to size
to take away- the ugly place- I cut it with a knife
A child cries, traumatized, a closet hides her pain
The child dies, awakes to find- a woman in her place
her damaged mind- cannot abide- the change her body makes
The woman stands- naked and alone- facing mirrored images
backs away- cuts today- appraising all her damages
rearrange- her bodies change- sculpt it down to size
to take away- the ugly place- I cut it with a knife
Do you know what it smells like to die? It smells like me.
If only pillows talked-what stories they could tell
My pillow witnessed many a thing- in this life that I call hell
My pillow is a fluffy thing
without it-I can hardly sleep
I snuggle up-my sweet dreams near
Mind of it's own it has- I fear
My pillows such a harmless thing
Moves of it's own accord- it seems
And then-my pillow talks to me
It holds me down- I'm struggling
My hot wet breath fills up my nose
It smells like me when I explode
Fireworks go off in my eyes
then fade to black as- eye sight dies
With burning lungs- I pummel death
legs kicking hard- cloth steals my breath
And with it takes my worst and best
So ends my Ballet dance with death
Oh I know how it smells to die
It smells like me- I say goodbye
Then as my pillow gathers strength
I hear it's laughing voice I think
My movements stop-deaths not so bad
Till pillow laughing-sounds like DAD
LAST THOUGHT LAST THOUGHT LIFE UNFAIR
DADS DONE RESTS IN EASY CHAIR
Anonymous
File this under the category "farther"
Counting Down ! extreme content !
Dead
Sheep Head
dead dead dada
add sheep
dead head sheep sheeeep heap
dead sheep dread sleep
dead sheep dead sheephead shredded shed dreaded red
dead sheep dead sheep sleep deep dead red heap
DEADSHEEPDEADDADAAAAADDDEADSHEEPDEADHEADSHEEPDEADDEADSHEEPHEAP
EEEP!!!!
DEAD shhhhh...
Author note:
IF THE PIECE DISGUSTS YOU, GOOD. PERHAPS IT SHALL SICKEN ENOUGH TO MAKE SOMEONE ELSE SWEAR TO FIGHT AGAINST SENSELESS GORE in poetry or in life itself.
Counting Down ! extreme content !
Dead
Sheep Head
dead dead dada
add sheep
dead head sheep sheeeep heap
dead sheep dread sleep
dead sheep dead sheephead shredded shed dreaded red
dead sheep dead sheep sleep deep dead red heap
DEADSHEEPDEADDADAAAAADDDEADSHEEPDEADHEADSHEEPDEADDEADSHEEPHEAP
EEEP!!!!
DEAD shhhhh...
Author note:
IF THE PIECE DISGUSTS YOU, GOOD. PERHAPS IT SHALL SICKEN ENOUGH TO MAKE SOMEONE ELSE SWEAR TO FIGHT AGAINST SENSELESS GORE in poetry or in life itself.
