Poetry competition CLOSED 17th October 2014 2:16pm
WINNER
RalfTheNose
RalfTheNose
RUNNERS-UP:
billywaise
and sektioN8ty
In your defense...
Anonymous
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Anonymous
DA TRUBLE WIT NUMBERED POEUMS----DISSCLAyMER
Eye'm wryteeng dis poeum
inda 5th person.
Dat weigh eye kann hyde mai
trew feelinz.
Eye kann lye tew.
Eye kann wryte whatever da phuck eye want.
Dat weigh iff sumbodee sez eye sed sumtin'
eye kann say prove itt.
Ohhhhh hell know.
Dat wuzn't me.
Uh huh.
Dat ain't roach.
Dat'z sumwun else.
Dat'z a 5th person poeum.
It werks every tyme.
Deez fifth persun poeums r grate deefense mekkanizmz.
Dat weigh if eye looze da kontest
eye kann say wtf
itt wuzn't me.
I ain't know loozer.
Ain't know 5ith persun wryter.
Eye'm trew.
Llimhcaor
DISSASOSEASHUN
Eye'm wryteeng dis poeum
inda 5th person.
Dat weigh eye kann hyde mai
trew feelinz.
Eye kann lye tew.
Eye kann wryte whatever da phuck eye want.
Dat weigh iff sumbodee sez eye sed sumtin'
eye kann say prove itt.
Ohhhhh hell know.
Dat wuzn't me.
Uh huh.
Dat ain't roach.
Dat'z sumwun else.
Dat'z a 5th person poeum.
It werks every tyme.
Deez fifth persun poeums r grate deefense mekkanizmz.
Dat weigh if eye looze da kontest
eye kann say wtf
itt wuzn't me.
I ain't know loozer.
Ain't know 5ith persun wryter.
Eye'm trew.
Llimhcaor
DISSASOSEASHUN
Just a quick Haiku to get the motion moving.
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I’m in denial
I’m in the denial deep
No cancer in me!
Anonymous
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denial
what's that thing
that's bothering me
why won't my mind
let me see
is there something else
I want to be
my circumstances and my mood
don't fit
it all seems fine
but something's wrong with it
wait, my wedding dress is wet
wrists ripped red
as deep as blood could get
this can't be
my decision
this vision
must be fake
why can't i wake
what's that thing
that's bothering me
why won't my mind
let me see
is there something else
I want to be
my circumstances and my mood
don't fit
it all seems fine
but something's wrong with it
wait, my wedding dress is wet
wrists ripped red
as deep as blood could get
this can't be
my decision
this vision
must be fake
why can't i wake
and what would you say
if I call you tonight
is it too late to say I love you?
is it true?
no one ever hurt you like I did
another tear
another sign that I won't see
Now I'm drowning in my choices
what tomorrow would bring?
is it too late to say I love you
sometimes I think that I love pain
avoiding conversation
falling into hesitation
and on my mind all the things
I'll keep from now
even though it ain't feel right
even though it hurts us both
what would you say
if I call you tonight
and say that I love you.
(under the premise "reaction formation")
"reaction formation"
It´s not in your list, but it's a defense mechanism of defense. (from psychology)
Reaction formation: acting the opposite way that the unconscious instructs a person to behave, “often exaggerated and obsessive.” (i.e. If a wife is infatuated with a man who is not her husband, reaction formation will cause her to – rather than cheat – become obsessed with showing her husband signs of love and affection.)
It´s not in your list, but it's a defense mechanism of defense. (from psychology)
Reaction formation: acting the opposite way that the unconscious instructs a person to behave, “often exaggerated and obsessive.” (i.e. If a wife is infatuated with a man who is not her husband, reaction formation will cause her to – rather than cheat – become obsessed with showing her husband signs of love and affection.)
Anonymous
Acting out is my defense
I do it secretly, and it never makes sense
Making more problems in my life
leads to more secrets that eventually cause me strife
I loath the ordinary
The mundane being contrary
to what I hunger for
which is variety, spontaneity, and the freedom to always open the closed door
Coping, as I do, with my past
Sometimes, I do things to make those memories last
I screw up, I lie, I steal, and I manipulate
These are the defenses that calm my manic state
Sometimes, I do not think of consequences
And I act out of character, without using my senses
But always secretly, which leaves me with guilt
Which continues to add to the fragile psyche that I've built
As a child, I was told to never shout
or express what I thought everything around me was about
I was to remain demure and shy
But no one ever told me why
Of course, that, coupled with 18-year-old freedom
unleashed a huge party of one
Now that I am older, I continue to breath the messes that I make
Only now, they are the result of the choices that I make
I do it secretly, and it never makes sense
Making more problems in my life
leads to more secrets that eventually cause me strife
I loath the ordinary
The mundane being contrary
to what I hunger for
which is variety, spontaneity, and the freedom to always open the closed door
Coping, as I do, with my past
Sometimes, I do things to make those memories last
I screw up, I lie, I steal, and I manipulate
These are the defenses that calm my manic state
Sometimes, I do not think of consequences
And I act out of character, without using my senses
But always secretly, which leaves me with guilt
Which continues to add to the fragile psyche that I've built
As a child, I was told to never shout
or express what I thought everything around me was about
I was to remain demure and shy
But no one ever told me why
Of course, that, coupled with 18-year-old freedom
unleashed a huge party of one
Now that I am older, I continue to breath the messes that I make
Only now, they are the result of the choices that I make
Dissociation
Watching from afar
I see the beast is burning
Pinned upon the bed
Opened, yet unwilling
He takes without complaint
Accepts with full volition
Numb to goings on
Relentless stabs plunge in and out
Rhythmic
Rough
Unhindered
Deaf to silent screams
Choked in fueling fires
Waking from a cold, dark sweat
Naked, raw and soiled
I'm wrapped within a hollowness
Vaguely reminiscent
Too fuzzy to abstract
A weary burden wears my soul
How did I get here?
Who, in Hell, am I?
Drifting wonder turns to black
Blessedly swept away
http://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Bf6G_9U8BjA/VDcZJg3X30I/AAAAAAAAAIg/A9Wb84a1fzs/w497-h588-no/4086320.gif:
Watching from afar
I see the beast is burning
Pinned upon the bed
Opened, yet unwilling
He takes without complaint
Accepts with full volition
Numb to goings on
Relentless stabs plunge in and out
Rhythmic
Rough
Unhindered
Deaf to silent screams
Choked in fueling fires
Waking from a cold, dark sweat
Naked, raw and soiled
I'm wrapped within a hollowness
Vaguely reminiscent
Too fuzzy to abstract
A weary burden wears my soul
How did I get here?
Who, in Hell, am I?
Drifting wonder turns to black
Blessedly swept away
http://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Bf6G_9U8BjA/VDcZJg3X30I/AAAAAAAAAIg/A9Wb84a1fzs/w497-h588-no/4086320.gif:
projection
Mental Quarters
I was looking at
your beautiful
face
lost
out and about
somewhere far off
in space
dreaming of that
pout
heading slowly
my way
as I heard
reality shout
hey
along with my
name .
You make me
wander
to places
not here
but in a mental
quarter
I've never been
near .
I project
myself
to scenes
that I wish for
like I'm ejected
from hell
to heavens highest
floor
where we cuddle
and tell
each other
that we're
made for
only ourselves
and together
we will
stay
evermore.
We stood
in the hall
by the door
we hugged
and the all
of I
felt your core
the energy vibe
was high
and of pure
connection
through the skies
of infinitive
azure .
Teach me
to swim
I plead
so I can
cross the brim
of the seas
that stretch across
through
your eyes of glee
in opened
surprise
so beautifully
they look on
so wide
and perfectly
oh , I could of
died
when they both
saw me .
Come to me
and let's fly
way overhead
into
another time
still alive
but with the dead .
Join me
as though
we are bright white
a combination
of all true colour
through light
an imalgamation
of love
in a timeless life
c'mon
let's push
through to
the other side
where no one
will notice
any gaps
in this time
just give me
one moment
gone
with you
and your smile
a must to covet
along
the shores
of worthwhile .
Boxed
compartmentalization
I don't like violence
but I'm good at it
and I like watching films
where people are beaten
murdered and mutilated
but they're movies
but they're video games
I don't want to see violence
in the real world
but I love to see it in
virtual reality
compartmentalization
makes me a bit of hypocrite
but it keeps me sane
because I don't like violence
but I'm really good at it
compartmentalization
I don't like violence
but I'm good at it
and I like watching films
where people are beaten
murdered and mutilated
but they're movies
but they're video games
I don't want to see violence
in the real world
but I love to see it in
virtual reality
compartmentalization
makes me a bit of hypocrite
but it keeps me sane
because I don't like violence
but I'm really good at it
Pretence
An escape route that diverges in numerous exits,
I react or flee from terminal actions,
Through the dark,
I turn to night....
Through the day,
I turn to light.....
A pharasitical hypocrite I am
I'm a Pretender,
I've got saveral feathers in my wings
I'm a defender'
In a swaying gait, I sting or sprint.
Mechanically I;
Snitch,
Comouflage,
'Hypocriticise',
A beatnik in disguise of my wealth,
pro'bly I'll find me a true love.
When the sky is fallin' I snitch on humans,
I switch to clouds and extrude my anger on 'em too.
Like a green snake in the green grass,
I'll comouflage and blur the visions of the eagle.
I'm black in Africa- power ain't enough,
I'm white in Europe- racism is truly dark,
I coarse- to associate with the rough,
I smooth- to mingle with the dove hearts...
I'm deceit,
I'm hoax,
I'm a tort.
I'm sorry that I'm a pretender.
I hate beign guilty or convicted of wrong,
In my self righteousness I'm the most tender
deep down inside of me I'm the justified one
I swear I'm as worse as breathing life again when a buzzard descends for my carcass just to pretend I was never dead.
Anonymous
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Sarcasm
You made six figures this year?
Well good for you, that's great
I'm so happy for you and your success
Good shit, good shit,
I mean goddamn, what an awesome life you have
And your personality is GREAT
You make GREAT jokes
My god, you are SO cool
hahahaha... dumbass
You made six figures this year?
Well good for you, that's great
I'm so happy for you and your success
Good shit, good shit,
I mean goddamn, what an awesome life you have
And your personality is GREAT
You make GREAT jokes
My god, you are SO cool
hahahaha... dumbass
