Poetry competition CLOSED 14th May 2011 00:00am
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mjs211 (MikeTheEngineer)
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Broken Heart Poem Contest
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((((((warning!!!! Not G rated!!! "laughs"))))))
Filthy Love, and A Dead Whore...
Treachery is what I lie with in bed at night
Her stink is foul, an odorous cunt
I'd rather rip her fake love out with my bare hands
Wrap it up within these sheets and beat her to death with it
The grip of our sex seems subtly sweet
Tasting the heat pouring from her rank breath
Further resists my urge to passionately climax inside
Where so many unknown have left their stench
Stained crotches wet from released venom
The guilt takes over like a poison
I'd rather be bit by a deadly viper
Then share another second fucking this snake
My skin crawls from the dirt scumming its surface
Loathing this self destructive indulgence
She continues writhing on her belly
I defile her one last time for memories sake
Being a glutton for punishment no more, I release my hold
Tossing her aside like a rotten handful of trash
She falls hitting her skull on the corner table
Rendered unconscious, I begin bagging her worthless carcass like spilt garbage
Disposing of such a rancid whore feels so good...
Filthy Love, and A Dead Whore...
Treachery is what I lie with in bed at night
Her stink is foul, an odorous cunt
I'd rather rip her fake love out with my bare hands
Wrap it up within these sheets and beat her to death with it
The grip of our sex seems subtly sweet
Tasting the heat pouring from her rank breath
Further resists my urge to passionately climax inside
Where so many unknown have left their stench
Stained crotches wet from released venom
The guilt takes over like a poison
I'd rather be bit by a deadly viper
Then share another second fucking this snake
My skin crawls from the dirt scumming its surface
Loathing this self destructive indulgence
She continues writhing on her belly
I defile her one last time for memories sake
Being a glutton for punishment no more, I release my hold
Tossing her aside like a rotten handful of trash
She falls hitting her skull on the corner table
Rendered unconscious, I begin bagging her worthless carcass like spilt garbage
Disposing of such a rancid whore feels so good...
laying fetal on the bed
more empty fixture
than human
her serenity
belies her eyes
dead to the world
painted glass
matching the wall
she's facing
i've seen this thing
before
dark and hideous
invisible but obvious
and it grips her
like a demon
i've seen it yes
once before
one week later
i saw
a casket
fighting down
cold dread
that choking
paralyzing
PANIC
she's given up
it seizes my chest
the most beautiful girl
in the world
(inside and out)
no longer wants
to exist
while the world
that caused it
doesn't deserve to.
more empty fixture
than human
her serenity
belies her eyes
dead to the world
painted glass
matching the wall
she's facing
i've seen this thing
before
dark and hideous
invisible but obvious
and it grips her
like a demon
i've seen it yes
once before
one week later
i saw
a casket
fighting down
cold dread
that choking
paralyzing
PANIC
she's given up
it seizes my chest
the most beautiful girl
in the world
(inside and out)
no longer wants
to exist
while the world
that caused it
doesn't deserve to.
Anonymous
You left ten pictures
all of which I've burned.
You kissed my cheek with cancer
in one photo.
I ripped your black dress off
each time you wore it,
you kept your fishnets tight,
passed out with your lips willing.
You would wave when you left
while I stared at the moon
looking for flags fluttering in the astral breeze
then I would walk inside and play nintendo
and you would leave
fuck someone else
I know you fucked someone else
I'm convinced you fucked someone else
but it's 3 in the morning
I haven't slept for a week
you're not coming back
and, honestly, I could care less
I've burned all ten of your pictures
and I'm burning the million in my mind
one at a time
all of which I've burned.
You kissed my cheek with cancer
in one photo.
I ripped your black dress off
each time you wore it,
you kept your fishnets tight,
passed out with your lips willing.
You would wave when you left
while I stared at the moon
looking for flags fluttering in the astral breeze
then I would walk inside and play nintendo
and you would leave
fuck someone else
I know you fucked someone else
I'm convinced you fucked someone else
but it's 3 in the morning
I haven't slept for a week
you're not coming back
and, honestly, I could care less
I've burned all ten of your pictures
and I'm burning the million in my mind
one at a time
My Nightmare
I watched you slice your wrists.
I watched you bleed,
every drop brought you closer to your death.
Why couldn't I stop you?
We had just made love the night before
and already the bruises
I begged you to leave on my body
as a sign of love
were disappering.
Your smell is getting
fainter and fainter
as I stick my face in your pillow,
your clothes.
It's so hard to turn over in bed
and find it occupied with empty space.
I can't fall asleep
without your slow breathing
and your warm hands encircling my body.
I sit in the tub looking at your picture.
I'm holding the same razor
you used.
It's still flecked with your blood.
I put it to my wrist
and I slice deep.
So much blood,
so much pain,
but I don't care.
In a couple moments
I'll be in your arms Jeremy,
telling you
I love you.
I watched you slice your wrists.
I watched you bleed,
every drop brought you closer to your death.
Why couldn't I stop you?
We had just made love the night before
and already the bruises
I begged you to leave on my body
as a sign of love
were disappering.
Your smell is getting
fainter and fainter
as I stick my face in your pillow,
your clothes.
It's so hard to turn over in bed
and find it occupied with empty space.
I can't fall asleep
without your slow breathing
and your warm hands encircling my body.
I sit in the tub looking at your picture.
I'm holding the same razor
you used.
It's still flecked with your blood.
I put it to my wrist
and I slice deep.
So much blood,
so much pain,
but I don't care.
In a couple moments
I'll be in your arms Jeremy,
telling you
I love you.
To Be Loved
The softness of touch
The comfort of closeness
The urge to be
Closer than anyone has been
The want to feel needed
The love that pours out of you
The smoothness of warm flesh
The heat that radiates off of you
The power
The adoration
The control
The passion
The softness of touch
The comfort of closeness
The urge to be
Closer than anyone has been
The want to feel needed
The love that pours out of you
The smoothness of warm flesh
The heat that radiates off of you
The power
The adoration
The control
The passion
Heartbreak-
I don't know
what you're talking about.
I don't know
that it tears down every limb
so that you can barely lift
anything, let alone your own hands
to stare at them and speculate
that the numbness is actually just your brains
fault, and that it's all just in your head.
I don't know
that your eyes become so weary
that you can barely open them.
That the lines on your eyes are slowly
progressing towards your heart and
staining it, with salt that drips
over the edge of emptiness,
just making you feel more empty.
That when you look in the mirror,
the reflection you once say that was
blue, or hazel, or green or brown
is all just a hollow gray.
I don't know
that when your addressed,
to reply is to answer
a million questions at once.
That it's so overwhelming to take each step
to say each word,
to do anything
without your stomach flipping and
telling you;
I just can't do it anymore.
Because I just don't know.
I don't know
what you're talking about.
I don't know
that it tears down every limb
so that you can barely lift
anything, let alone your own hands
to stare at them and speculate
that the numbness is actually just your brains
fault, and that it's all just in your head.
I don't know
that your eyes become so weary
that you can barely open them.
That the lines on your eyes are slowly
progressing towards your heart and
staining it, with salt that drips
over the edge of emptiness,
just making you feel more empty.
That when you look in the mirror,
the reflection you once say that was
blue, or hazel, or green or brown
is all just a hollow gray.
I don't know
that when your addressed,
to reply is to answer
a million questions at once.
That it's so overwhelming to take each step
to say each word,
to do anything
without your stomach flipping and
telling you;
I just can't do it anymore.
Because I just don't know.
[quote]nothing_more said:
This is for all of you who like more of a sad kind of poetry. I am having a contest to see who can write the most dark, depressing, or sad love poem they can think of. It doesent have to be about you or even true. Winner gets bragging rights. Just post it to this thread ill edit it when I choose a winner.
I like your font. It's a good color and a tasteful size.
This is for all of you who like more of a sad kind of poetry. I am having a contest to see who can write the most dark, depressing, or sad love poem they can think of. It doesent have to be about you or even true. Winner gets bragging rights. Just post it to this thread ill edit it when I choose a winner.
I like your font. It's a good color and a tasteful size.
What a wicked little pest you are
Getting into minds and singing I love you
Barney died to tell you the truth
I buried him in my back yard with
Bells and tulips
He was gay, I tell you
That mother fucker scared the hell
Out of me a time or two
Anyways back to you
That song doesn't make sense coming from you
"Were a happy family" I don't even Like you fool
That's all I have left, maybe I'll sing to you
You love you, you don't love me,
We aren't no family
With a great big "you fucked up"
And a middle finger from me to you
I won't say I love you to
Yeaaaaaaa go me ;)
Getting into minds and singing I love you
Barney died to tell you the truth
I buried him in my back yard with
Bells and tulips
He was gay, I tell you
That mother fucker scared the hell
Out of me a time or two
Anyways back to you
That song doesn't make sense coming from you
"Were a happy family" I don't even Like you fool
That's all I have left, maybe I'll sing to you
You love you, you don't love me,
We aren't no family
With a great big "you fucked up"
And a middle finger from me to you
I won't say I love you to
Yeaaaaaaa go me ;)
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