Poetry competition CLOSED 27th December 2014 7:22am
WINNER
toniscales (Lost Girl)
toniscales (Lost Girl)
RUNNER-UP:
LobodeSanPedro
Blood and Bone
The most beautiful day of my life
You were there with me standing by my side.
I kissed your rosy cheek and it left a red lipstick stain, it was a kiss of death.
I loved to hold your face in my hand, I loved feeling power over you.
There was blood on the wall but honey dear that's just a new coat of paint.
There was a rotten smell beneath my floor boards.
But honey that's just the roast in the oven.
Oh honey... I guess I forgot to mention that your my next honey bunchy husband pot pie.
Oh my honey bunchy your wife never died on accident, I just set her free.
You were there with me standing by my side.
I kissed your rosy cheek and it left a red lipstick stain, it was a kiss of death.
I loved to hold your face in my hand, I loved feeling power over you.
There was blood on the wall but honey dear that's just a new coat of paint.
There was a rotten smell beneath my floor boards.
But honey that's just the roast in the oven.
Oh honey... I guess I forgot to mention that your my next honey bunchy husband pot pie.
Oh my honey bunchy your wife never died on accident, I just set her free.
Trocar
the dull blade of the trocar
slides through my abdomen
all the lights of my dreams
flicker out
as my head hits the floor
such dismal sufferings
i wish to savor
unearthly flows
guttural stench
where cords are crucified
entrails fall
like scarlet rosaries
chimes dripping
with sanctities
blessings
the dull blade of the trocar
slides through my abdomen
all the lights of my dreams
flicker out
as my head hits the floor
such dismal sufferings
i wish to savor
unearthly flows
guttural stench
where cords are crucified
entrails fall
like scarlet rosaries
chimes dripping
with sanctities
blessings
Irish Jigs
the dead only hum at night
when my blood has thinned
to liquid dust
we shoot them up
with narcotic formaldehyde
concoctions
making them twitch
roll
such pale-gray storms
at night they waltz
dance authentic Irish jigs
like people in sad films
fated to lose their houses
children
freedom
the dead only hum at night
when my blood has thinned
to liquid dust
we shoot them up
with narcotic formaldehyde
concoctions
making them twitch
roll
such pale-gray storms
at night they waltz
dance authentic Irish jigs
like people in sad films
fated to lose their houses
children
freedom
Angels
Bodies sleep under starched sheets,
tomes of prayers pressed in silk.
My guardian angels,
lending me a new lease on life,
fascinating me
more than the living
and flavoring my head
with importance.
My dream-needles
pierce their abscesses,
their staples of tongues
laminate my wounds.
Bodies sleep under starched sheets,
tomes of prayers pressed in silk.
My guardian angels,
lending me a new lease on life,
fascinating me
more than the living
and flavoring my head
with importance.
My dream-needles
pierce their abscesses,
their staples of tongues
laminate my wounds.
Voices
I am worried at myself,
I’ve lost concern for the dead.
Once they spoke their messages.
Now they’ve lost their voices.
Burgundy blood
pools from hooks.
It becomes meat and time,
empty containers,
organ donors
curled inward upon themselves–-
fish-gutted angels,
lumpy sausages without eyes.
I am worried at myself,
I’ve lost concern for the dead.
Once they spoke their messages.
Now they’ve lost their voices.
Burgundy blood
pools from hooks.
It becomes meat and time,
empty containers,
organ donors
curled inward upon themselves–-
fish-gutted angels,
lumpy sausages without eyes.
Anonymous
13 Stitches
He chopped swiftly
right in the middle
the siamese replica
of my effigy.
Sewed the frayed seams
tucking the remnants
in a perfect compromise
smoothing the creases
of lulled treasons
filling with ashes and bile.
She has the heart.
I have the mind.
A kiss, planted
in the cynical night.
He chopped swiftly
right in the middle
the siamese replica
of my effigy.
Sewed the frayed seams
tucking the remnants
in a perfect compromise
smoothing the creases
of lulled treasons
filling with ashes and bile.
She has the heart.
I have the mind.
A kiss, planted
in the cynical night.
todd
zoophilous screams amplify snot bubbles
that tremble and pop
blood
semen
piss
coagulating at your knees
making my feet sticky
the fly stuck on spiraled paper above you
yet I am the butcher in this meat house too
And "no ... I won't make it quick"
"because you taste best warm"
zoophilous screams amplify snot bubbles
that tremble and pop
blood
semen
piss
coagulating at your knees
making my feet sticky
the fly stuck on spiraled paper above you
yet I am the butcher in this meat house too
And "no ... I won't make it quick"
"because you taste best warm"
underneaths, non-mummified
maggots wriggled out
of flesh stuck in bits
over chalky skeletals
untouched booming skins
yearned a malicious burst
from a weakened wave
of your distant finger,
my serial killer
hid decayings
under ethically glowered skins for once
stinky meat
mashed with jellied menstruals
to be splashed
out
tug of war
maggots wriggled out
of flesh stuck in bits
over chalky skeletals
untouched booming skins
yearned a malicious burst
from a weakened wave
of your distant finger,
my serial killer
hid decayings
under ethically glowered skins for once
stinky meat
mashed with jellied menstruals
to be splashed
out
tug of war
i'm lovin' it
always taken by the throat
press their faces against the inferno
rendering them blind and defenseless
slit the throat
and scorch the body
there can be no evidence of life
flesh to the grinder for sweet pulp ...
... Each one is good for 20 McNuggets
always taken by the throat
press their faces against the inferno
rendering them blind and defenseless
slit the throat
and scorch the body
there can be no evidence of life
flesh to the grinder for sweet pulp ...
... Each one is good for 20 McNuggets
the offering
you have your period
I prefer it actually
so I can taste your blood
ride my tongue
fill my mouth with the after life of your orgasm
remnants trapped in my nostrils
I bend you over this family's crypt
feeding you the wolf's bone
we're bloodied among the dead
you have your period
I prefer it actually
so I can taste your blood
ride my tongue
fill my mouth with the after life of your orgasm
remnants trapped in my nostrils
I bend you over this family's crypt
feeding you the wolf's bone
we're bloodied among the dead
post-hunt
" Donn come inside" she whimpered
" inside me, my thoughts, my throat"
his overly shrinking eyelid corners
knew what she was
and, what she was upto
the huntress
had once tumbled
into those dreamt valleys
bricklined live with leaches
of her scorching thirsts
that sucked his wicked greeds
his scaly remains
" Donn come inside" she whimpered
" inside me, my thoughts, my throat"
his overly shrinking eyelid corners
knew what she was
and, what she was upto
the huntress
had once tumbled
into those dreamt valleys
bricklined live with leaches
of her scorching thirsts
that sucked his wicked greeds
his scaly remains
Anonymous
The Resurrection of Satanae
Let the curse decrypt
awakening nymphs
in baptismal orgasm
bloodletting,
profanely tormenting
in luciferian pandemonium
Son of Dawn,
Rise!
Your kingdom has come
cast Jackal's seeds
in licentious alchemy.
Devouring
daughters of Lilith;
beauties with quivering thighs
whores sprawled shameless
licking sins of Sodom(y)
in the alter of divine.
Vivus! Serpentis
ave’ antichristus
Ominpotentiae!
Let the curse decrypt
awakening nymphs
in baptismal orgasm
bloodletting,
profanely tormenting
in luciferian pandemonium
Son of Dawn,
Rise!
Your kingdom has come
cast Jackal's seeds
in licentious alchemy.
Devouring
daughters of Lilith;
beauties with quivering thighs
whores sprawled shameless
licking sins of Sodom(y)
in the alter of divine.
Vivus! Serpentis
ave’ antichristus
Ominpotentiae!
