Poetry competition CLOSED 26th May 2011 6:20pm
WINNER
rayheinrich (Death Plane for Teddy)
rayheinrich (Death Plane for Teddy)
RUNNER-UP:
anandosen
Who the hell are YOU? .. challenge
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poem about yourself (not a novel). Take an honest, no bullshit approach.
Let us not hide behind our poetic persona's for this challenge
Be true!
Whomever writes with bare-assed truth will be the winner
one each..
Two weeks ;)
Be true!
Whomever writes with bare-assed truth will be the winner
one each..
Two weeks ;)
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Victoria said:
[quote][quoted=competitions--758-0-1]bastardofbodom666 said:
well what if things about us are kind of hard to belive?.... such as having a demon living inside of you?
Well, unless you float above your bed and can make your head do a complete 360... then good luck convincing..
-__- not like that... he just sits inside of me and tries to kill me and plots to destroy everything thats ever existed
[quote][quoted=competitions--758-0-1]bastardofbodom666 said:
well what if things about us are kind of hard to belive?.... such as having a demon living inside of you?
Well, unless you float above your bed and can make your head do a complete 360... then good luck convincing..
-__- not like that... he just sits inside of me and tries to kill me and plots to destroy everything thats ever existed
[quote][quoted=competitions--758-0-1]bastardofbodom666 said:
well what if things about us are kind of hard to belive?.... such as having a demon living inside of you?[/quote
Don't know why this is so hard for everyone to believe it happens as in those that are exorcised also there is other types of demons I believe that everyone has their own "demons" that they must face its just many times the world isn't looked at open enough some people just say it is the devil making them do stuff or interfereing with God's plan etc.. etc... but isn't the devil just a lost angel so in a sense even angels have bad stuff that comes when they aren't paying attention.
I think that being open to explore the world within you and around you without judgement was somewhat the point of the thread
well what if things about us are kind of hard to belive?.... such as having a demon living inside of you?[/quote
Don't know why this is so hard for everyone to believe it happens as in those that are exorcised also there is other types of demons I believe that everyone has their own "demons" that they must face its just many times the world isn't looked at open enough some people just say it is the devil making them do stuff or interfereing with God's plan etc.. etc... but isn't the devil just a lost angel so in a sense even angels have bad stuff that comes when they aren't paying attention.
I think that being open to explore the world within you and around you without judgement was somewhat the point of the thread
Anonymous
Iron Red:
I am a hard piece of machinery
mismatched clockwork going backwards
I am my own parralell conflicting
constantly drifting tirelessly
I am knowledge wrapped outside ignorance
darkness pretends to be inside of my light...
I am black from hardening transgressions
white is the absent minded nothingness I presume to be
I am green with envy because I have not what you need
yellow is the suicidal color that smears my name
I am crystal clear, not for you to see through
but an empty color so I don't forget who I am
I am presumable death that fills my heart with regret
even though through my words I speak malcontent
I am a two headed beast with more than one split tongue
lies can be seen as the truth as long as I believe it to be
I am harshness and the defense of the opposition
although sometimes I can be that wicked man myself
I am blue from countless ruins I have crumbled
like the temple that bares my colorless religion
I am orange in fear, because I don't want to die alone
some shit I say may alienate more than myself marked brown
I am grey like the walls I've built high to keep others out
shame keeps me hidden well in hues of pink, not caring what you think
I am iron red, bleeding from within...
I am a hard piece of machinery
mismatched clockwork going backwards
I am my own parralell conflicting
constantly drifting tirelessly
I am knowledge wrapped outside ignorance
darkness pretends to be inside of my light...
I am black from hardening transgressions
white is the absent minded nothingness I presume to be
I am green with envy because I have not what you need
yellow is the suicidal color that smears my name
I am crystal clear, not for you to see through
but an empty color so I don't forget who I am
I am presumable death that fills my heart with regret
even though through my words I speak malcontent
I am a two headed beast with more than one split tongue
lies can be seen as the truth as long as I believe it to be
I am harshness and the defense of the opposition
although sometimes I can be that wicked man myself
I am blue from countless ruins I have crumbled
like the temple that bares my colorless religion
I am orange in fear, because I don't want to die alone
some shit I say may alienate more than myself marked brown
I am grey like the walls I've built high to keep others out
shame keeps me hidden well in hues of pink, not caring what you think
I am iron red, bleeding from within...
[quote]Heart Shaped Bloodstain said:
Iron Red:
I am a hard piece of machinery
mismatched clockwork going backwards
I am my own parralell conflicting
constantly drifting tirelessly
I am knowledge wrapped outside ignorance
darkness pretends to be inside of my light...
I am black from hardening transgressions
white is the absent minded nothingness I presume to be
I am green with envy because I have not what you need
yellow is the suicidal color that smears my name
I am crystal clear, not for you to see through
but an empty color so I don't forget who I am
I am presumable death that fills my heart with regret
even though through my words I speak malcontent
I am a two headed beast with more than one split tongue
lies can be seen as the truth as long as I believe it to be
I am harshness and the defense of the opposition
although sometimes I can be that wicked man myself
I am blue from countless ruins I have crumbled
like the temple that bares my colorless religion
I am orange in fear, because I don't want to die alone
some shit I say may alienate more than myself marked brown
I am grey like the walls I've built high to keep others out
shame keeps me hidden well in hues of pink, not caring what you think
I am iron red, bleeding from within...
I was writing mine... till i saw this XD
Iron Red:
I am a hard piece of machinery
mismatched clockwork going backwards
I am my own parralell conflicting
constantly drifting tirelessly
I am knowledge wrapped outside ignorance
darkness pretends to be inside of my light...
I am black from hardening transgressions
white is the absent minded nothingness I presume to be
I am green with envy because I have not what you need
yellow is the suicidal color that smears my name
I am crystal clear, not for you to see through
but an empty color so I don't forget who I am
I am presumable death that fills my heart with regret
even though through my words I speak malcontent
I am a two headed beast with more than one split tongue
lies can be seen as the truth as long as I believe it to be
I am harshness and the defense of the opposition
although sometimes I can be that wicked man myself
I am blue from countless ruins I have crumbled
like the temple that bares my colorless religion
I am orange in fear, because I don't want to die alone
some shit I say may alienate more than myself marked brown
I am grey like the walls I've built high to keep others out
shame keeps me hidden well in hues of pink, not caring what you think
I am iron red, bleeding from within...
I was writing mine... till i saw this XD
4008: WHO ARE YOU :
Lost souls mirage shattered by pains in time
all have lived comes left behind walking alone in our own shadows
chasing visions only sought escaping the reality forgot
The person lives inside different from the world do hide
Memories just a part of me or who I use to be
Surrounded by many in the midst still alone
To wake with breathes of life another’s wife
A mother reach out hold little hands
raise them up to future brighter past slip away
Brought into this world could analyze
Only left from thoughts to paralyze
Escaping spinning seeking answers to the question
Who are you ?
I am me ever evolving ever changing
A being still undefined seeking to find
As for it is all you see
Who I am today will soon come
to be left behind
16 May 2011
"Annabelle RHC "
***
Lost souls mirage shattered by pains in time
all have lived comes left behind walking alone in our own shadows
chasing visions only sought escaping the reality forgot
The person lives inside different from the world do hide
Memories just a part of me or who I use to be
Surrounded by many in the midst still alone
To wake with breathes of life another’s wife
A mother reach out hold little hands
raise them up to future brighter past slip away
Brought into this world could analyze
Only left from thoughts to paralyze
Escaping spinning seeking answers to the question
Who are you ?
I am me ever evolving ever changing
A being still undefined seeking to find
As for it is all you see
Who I am today will soon come
to be left behind
16 May 2011
"Annabelle RHC "
***
Anonymous
Jasmine Eyes
---
Sprinkled sun powder on freckled,
sarcastic wings.
Jasmine eyes on discarded books,
strewn across the
unconscious floor.
Paint-flaked fingernails grazing
a brush and fleshy canvas.
Pure, white sheets behind
a broken door.
A past with a food-stained photograph
that's mistaken for a good time.
Like cheap champagne
on the shelf in the
dusty cupboard
of an abandoned home,
bubbling of impatience
and a sense
that it won't ever be sweet enough
for your taste.
---
Sprinkled sun powder on freckled,
sarcastic wings.
Jasmine eyes on discarded books,
strewn across the
unconscious floor.
Paint-flaked fingernails grazing
a brush and fleshy canvas.
Pure, white sheets behind
a broken door.
A past with a food-stained photograph
that's mistaken for a good time.
Like cheap champagne
on the shelf in the
dusty cupboard
of an abandoned home,
bubbling of impatience
and a sense
that it won't ever be sweet enough
for your taste.
Render
I don't suppose you know what's wrong,
but then again who does? An empty cage
you are, no butterflies just bullet-
holes. The figurative, theatrical kind.
Prideful, intelligent, only when the
shades are lifted and thrown like bread
crumbs leading back to her bed where
time is wasted, mostly.
"Fleshy and donned with love for
the flesh without having known it,
not quite yet."
Television and other imaginary
places are used as edges and
ends to be tied onto and pressed
against. They do things you'd
never have the balls to do, and
for that you're grateful. -
Very angry, tragically angry.
I don't suppose you know what's wrong,
but then again who does? An empty cage
you are, no butterflies just bullet-
holes. The figurative, theatrical kind.
Prideful, intelligent, only when the
shades are lifted and thrown like bread
crumbs leading back to her bed where
time is wasted, mostly.
"Fleshy and donned with love for
the flesh without having known it,
not quite yet."
Television and other imaginary
places are used as edges and
ends to be tied onto and pressed
against. They do things you'd
never have the balls to do, and
for that you're grateful. -
Very angry, tragically angry.
