Poetry competition CLOSED 25th January 2015 3:21pm
WINNER
PsychicApocalypse (Darker Half)
PsychicApocalypse (Darker Half)
RUNNERS-UP:
Viddax
and SirCreepy
Page:
Rank
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poetry tributing the rank you are holding here now.
Mind wanders.
Where am I?
Traveling through the spaghetti monster of CAT-5.
Light speed Scotty, fiber optic rail.
Have you seen me?
Can you tell me where I am?
I lost my mind again.
I lost myself again.
Every road I take seems to end me up at the same place.
No direction but there.
Streamlined traffic jam.
Always late.
Lost Thinker.
Where am I?
Traveling through the spaghetti monster of CAT-5.
Light speed Scotty, fiber optic rail.
Have you seen me?
Can you tell me where I am?
I lost my mind again.
I lost myself again.
Every road I take seems to end me up at the same place.
No direction but there.
Streamlined traffic jam.
Always late.
Lost Thinker.
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My lips are sealed
quiet and shy.
Invisible threads
sowed them together.
Painfully silent,
while looking into
mysterious eyes.
Do you wish to know
past the line?
To you want to cross
the borders,
into what is my mind.
Would walk through the
forest made of thorns
without a scratch?
Just to get to know a
someone, who might not
be your match?
Care to swim in the perverted
lake.
Were homo mutant Octopus await,
to seal your fate.
Why do you want to know
what's in my head?
I smile from afar,
you'll be scared if I show
my true self.
To reach where I am at,
I doubt that you can.
After the lake, you crawl through
a desert of blood mix by tears,
the tears that wouldn't stop some
years,
ago.
A valley of razors,
then the dungeon of screams,
where each of my voices lie.
Would you go as far as to die?
Risking your sanity,
to touch that insanity of mine,
or be violated by the
sick twisted thoughts behind my eyes.
I'm not as normal as I look,
and I guess you ain't either for
wanting to know such a dangerous mind.
Ex Tyrannis Sic (From Tyrants So)
So from the Tyrants
are the words and worlds of wonder made.
It begins with a word
and leads to a new world,
into a writer's mind
unto their realm within
or the reality before us.
So from the tyrants
based upon a single word
are legions of legacy forged
and empires of thought founded.
So from the tyrants
from their minds
to your eyes and ears.
Gods and goddesses of language
that were once mortals of men and women,
and can still know such humility
beneath the sight of wondrous words.
So from the tyrants
are their words
presented in a world of democracy.
So from the Tyrants
are the words and worlds of wonder made.
It begins with a word
and leads to a new world,
into a writer's mind
unto their realm within
or the reality before us.
So from the tyrants
based upon a single word
are legions of legacy forged
and empires of thought founded.
So from the tyrants
from their minds
to your eyes and ears.
Gods and goddesses of language
that were once mortals of men and women,
and can still know such humility
beneath the sight of wondrous words.
So from the tyrants
are their words
presented in a world of democracy.
The Torchbearer
They found me wandering aimlessly
lost in the dense forest
of the realm of imagination
to them I was a strange creature, indeed
Through their guidance
I found my way back to civilization
and honed my raw emotion into something more intelligible
Turning my dreams into something twisted in the process
Many minds have been brought to power
Since first I put pen to paper
And finally, I have been bestowed the honor
of carrying an ember of the sacred flame
I become as one of the few
who guided me on my treacherous journey
I now carry the very torch
that once lit the path to my salvation
I must take care to rouse the flames
Just enough to preserve it's essence
and never wield it's power with ill intent
for to do so would incur the wrath of it's Creator
I traverse the darkest corners
of the brightest of minds
Offering protection to the strange, the twisted
until this flame selects another to bear it
They found me wandering aimlessly
lost in the dense forest
of the realm of imagination
to them I was a strange creature, indeed
Through their guidance
I found my way back to civilization
and honed my raw emotion into something more intelligible
Turning my dreams into something twisted in the process
Many minds have been brought to power
Since first I put pen to paper
And finally, I have been bestowed the honor
of carrying an ember of the sacred flame
I become as one of the few
who guided me on my treacherous journey
I now carry the very torch
that once lit the path to my salvation
I must take care to rouse the flames
Just enough to preserve it's essence
and never wield it's power with ill intent
for to do so would incur the wrath of it's Creator
I traverse the darkest corners
of the brightest of minds
Offering protection to the strange, the twisted
until this flame selects another to bear it
The Thought Provoker
for Paul Aster
At the library I meet
a new friend named Paul
his book falls open
like a flower
here he is painting
the music of loneliness
with such calm
deliberate brush strokes
as if he were one with it
the words living
and breathing inside him
I will do the same as Paul
I will take these new words
my tongue becoming wings
and fly away
for Paul Aster
At the library I meet
a new friend named Paul
his book falls open
like a flower
here he is painting
the music of loneliness
with such calm
deliberate brush strokes
as if he were one with it
the words living
and breathing inside him
I will do the same as Paul
I will take these new words
my tongue becoming wings
and fly away
