The First Win

Mundane Happiness

Chiseled steel smooths blackened armor
Erasing the passing time 
Check the clock
Late again
Keys 

I've fallen from God's embrace 
Dangle as strange fruit
Predators pick remnants 
Hollowed whispers
Cackles 

Login
"Good Morning"
Suffocating as I'm
Brought to my knees
Or was I born there 

Retreat
No solace
Embrace this nightmare
Who'll dare wake me
Only I hear my screams 

First presented in "Numerical Flips" competition hosted by mikimoondancer.

Parameters: Take stanza 1 and 2 and start with 5 words on line 1
go from 5 to 1
Stanzas 3 and 4 start with 1 word on line 1
go from 1 to 5

Well I joined 2013 under another pen name.
My first trophy came with this poem, in a comp about eyes.

Eyelands of Treasure


In Heaven’s beams drowsing, deep seas midnight blue,
the good pirate’s eyes blink, gather stars into view,
turn the tide as his dark stare raids my sailing heart,
splitting waves of of desire, casting love overboard.
Wild-rolling, bold-screaming, this sea stallion’s pair
in his liberation do no passion spare.
Eyes lift high to reflect hot night’s trident-ripped skies...
then close in relief, grateful, ecstasy shored.

The Pulse


Nothing short of fatal
Error in corporate scheming
Marketing ploy bent on manipulating
Masses with subliminal advertising
Buried within a seemingly harmless signal
Radiating from cell towers
Beaming to middle and upper classes
Transmitted through fiber optic pathways
The technological plague passes

And in a singular vibrational screaming
With all the harmony of a fax machine
Mankind isn't just infected

It is made clean

Perfected

A new superior race of homo sapiens

Rejected
Their old defective logics erected
Over tens of thousands of years
Erased
Grey matter overwritten with new directive
Personalities defaced within seconds
In the time taken to ask,
Hello?

Consciousness is reborn anew

Humanity is torn in two

Soon to be one
Without distinction as the unaffected flee
Persecution
Extermination

Extinction







inspired by the Stephen King novel CELL

"Sweet Destiny"



death greets me warm
finally at peace with life
the conflict rubbed me raw
but now i’m ready to sleep
no more lies or despair
this hell on earth is over
my sandy bed calls me
while the pain departs

family and friends
there’s no need for sorrow
celebrate my memory
when you taste your next tomorrow

flesh and bone
returning home today
my ashes riding the breeze
falling on sacred ground
the heat of the sun
water trickling down stream
flowers are in bloom
i’m nestled in sweet destiny

my sweet destiny..
my sweet destiny..


(First entered in the "After Death" Competition)

I have yet to win one. lol. great job to all of those that have though. <3

(This piece is about Joshua John Miller, the child actor who appeared in such films as River's Edge and Near Dark. He wrote a memoir about his violent life and heroin addiction.)

Reading Joshua Miller's The Mao Game

I look at you, burn
as if I were beautiful,
eat up your world
to suck at my fingers.

I could love you as you are,
aquiline and strange,
screaming mouth seared
by the kiss of the wrong.

Long ago the specterboys left home,
motherless, thirsty comets,
tongues gouging holes
in the hearts of fatherless girls.

In a foreign country,
I stare down at my arms,
squint to see
your track marks

Where sweet-brown junk
eased music through veins
tender-bruised and delicate
as a six-pm sunset.



(written for Crimsin's "Addiction" competition 12/23/14)

DEEP BLUE SEA


It was so inviting
the waves dancing
behind the shadow
of pale moonlight
like a lover’s touch
a promise of a kiss
rich and tender
that I decided
to take a dip

Only a few steps
I'm already deep
in the ocean's den
enveloping me,
weakening me in
its mighty grip
all it took is some
moments before the
flares above me
completely shut

I am drowning
unable to scream
as the salt water
slowly fills my lungs
an extreme fear
escaped my body
sinking further
into the abyss
on my destruction

There was silence
everything went black
and time stood still
then an adrenalin
suddenly kicks in
grasping for my
last breath
of mortality

Under the crimson
shade of death
my own worst enemy
I saw myself
cradling my body
desperately praying
to wake up from
this morbid dream


[An entry to "SENSES" comp, hosted by Mourganna that I got my first win.]

Entered in the Sonnet comp... October 2013

"Mother Nature's Art"

That moment of pause between the seasons change
When it's neither spring, summer, autumn, nor winter
Almost like nature holds her breath before a rearrange
Hesitating before the sky and winds turn and splinter

They break and give way to the new coming of time
When Mother Nature landscapes and redecorates again
She'll break out her brushes, an artist at her prime
Making over every leaf, every grass, and furry little friend

Every chosen hue and blend, brushed upon the used canvas
Panorama in a beauty, but sometimes quite gray and stormy  
She fumbles and fumes with her work like every artist must
Sweeping her brush in dramatic flourishes, yet so skillfully!

How disheartening when someone disrespects our own masterpieces
But Earth is defaced all the time; instead of a decline it increases!


-- KittyFromHell

Archaeology

Preparing for the living-room's latest face-lift,
I pulled the old shelves from the wall.
For twenty years, they and their rows of dusty books
Had helped to form the image of the room.
Now that they've gone,
I see the strips of long-forgotten paint that they concealed.
Aubergine! A fashionable colour of the time;
A time of marriage, crawling infants, tensions -
Different lives lived by other selves.

In the ancient, untouched dust
Lay artefacts and relics:
Tarnished coins, a scrap of dried-up leaf,
Memories of meals and drinks,
And friends no longer friends,
The wounding thrusts that cannot be unsaid,
The sullen silences
That cannot now be broken,
The sherds of what was once a married life.

It is a sad and sobering thing
To come, all unprepared, upon the past.
So now I am impatient
To make a start with roller and fresh paint,
That covers all beneath it with one coat.

Winner of Steve Bragg's competition, 'Absent Friends' - March 2013

from "Love is Evil" by CraicDealer
(lepperochan) on December 6, 2012

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/3711/


I'll Tell You


I'll tell you what you were.  

You were a notch on my bed post,  
locker room bragging rights.  

You were a cunt to receive my dick,  
a receiver of my wet dream's emissions.  

You were a blonde to follow the redhead,  
not as good as the brunet.  

You were way too short, barely up to my chin,  
not fun size at all.  

Your boobs were so small, most boys have more,  
couldn't fill a training bra.  

You were skinny, arms bony and legs gangly,  
all skeletal angles and points.  

You were a slippery mouth with a wet double jointed tongue,  
that swallowed my cum.  

Your mop head's hair, never combed, much less fixed,  
made good handles to hold your mouth around my cock.  

Your eyes were out of a cartoon, shadowed like a raccoon,  
one green and one blue.  

Your fingers were anorexic, without the grip of a noodle,  
barely good to stroke me before entered you.  

Your ass was something to grip with my hands,  
as I unload my cum inside you.  

That's why I ignored you when I was with my guys.  

So why did it shatter my heart, cause me to sink to my knees,  
and wish I could die?  

When you walked out of my life, with a tear in your eye,  
and whispered over your shoulder,  
"I loved you."

LEO

 
she swings between idealism and a pain in the butt
most times she doesn't give a fuck
 
she has a presence about her or so she's been told
words like 'formidable force' float around her soul
 
she thought she was mellowing but now she's not sure
cause she roared at her Doctor and sprang her claws
 
there's a deeper side to her which shows more than she thinks
she's empathetic, compassionate and sometimes, just sometimes, meek
and not just to those for whom she cares
 
she's a loyal friend and lover
of that you can be assured
 
she's not materialistic, well...maybe, sometimes
and she's the first to admit she has a good life
 
she may go off to lick her wounds but she won't hide for long
she always gets back up and roars 'bring it on'
 
when she was younger you could single her out
with her long copper/red hair all curls and strife
 
now she's aged she keeps it short silver grey
she reckons she incognito
yeah, I don't think so...


Entered in 'Leo's Competition' 29/6/14 hosted by KrumblingCookie

The Signs of I

I feel like an Episcopal priest before losing his faith,
a traffic accident thrown in his face, renouncing
my faith even though my younger brother believes
I'm more than just a human being, I'm sort of a saint
without ever stepping a foot on a field, but why
does he still look up to me and all my bad habits?
Playing ballads against an empty glass of hope
thinking how mysterious this world really is
as crop circles engulf our minds with the
possibilities, but I guess happiness is a hoax
as I stare out this bedroom window laughing
at nightmares just to let the world know how
brave I am to peak out my once dry sheets
and stare out the window at the creepy silhouette
standing alone undearneath the midnight stars,
but don't be alarmed, I am not scared of a soul trying
to intrude on my ego, like if I am somehow exempt
from the rumors of mortality. I feel the footsteps
of strangers walking around in the shadows hiding
while dogs bark curiously at phantom noises coming
from the same place I just pointed my finger at.
Maybe it's a sign that we are not alone on this earth
or maybe it's a sign that nothing is furthur from
the actual truth. Boarding up windows makes me
feel safe but not invinsible on some rainy nights
when my newfound fright gets the best of me.
No matter where I hide, attic or basement, i'ts all
the same, I still yearn for my inhaler feeling like
a hostage ready to give my final words to the world
before I pass away into the toxic realm of SET,
swinging away into pity's arms, I'm acid to my own
self , toxin in my bloodstream. Listening to
beautiful sounds in the background as I begin to
tap on empty water glasses just to feel sane
before the asthma attacks my lungs and I loose
control as sounds begin to exchange questions
with my sanity. The sound of strings all around me
and I'm beginning to understand each note, the
reason why tonight on the bay of regret I float.

Here

A space, a cloud, intangible
Scary, overwhelming and exciting
A new place for my mind, my musings
The many possibilities unimaginable

I sit in front of the light
I’m barely moving, quite in fright
Heartbeat, faster, faster, faster
What’s going on, wonder, wonder, wonder

I click, I type, I enter
I am sitting down but I feel like I’m front and center
The focus of the glaring spotlight
And the faceless people of the night

(I AM NEW HERE competition)