Poetry competition CLOSED 14th January 2016 8:03am
WINNER
SURVIVOR
SURVIVOR
WINNER
sinisterpenz (Hellbound)
sinisterpenz (Hellbound)
A comp for two
Anonymous
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Are we supposed to write a poem together as a team, and submit the one poem, or does each partner write and submit a poem on the other person? Just a bit confused, especially with the trophy process for this one--are you going to be assigning one winner or going the double trophy route, based on how you want the partners to post? Thanks ! 😊
Anonymous
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Anonymous
I have no partner in this forum, if someone does not have one we could collaborate.
to survivor
a survivor she is and battled true
a divine warrior that once made a cacoon
to withstand the evil that lurked out side
in the halls, in her room, and in her mind.
now cowards did this of course
there's no doubt about that
but the cowards who darkness stood over this girl
were special in fact
special in a way you would not seem to betray
for some of the demons
they were kin you would say.
so, particular cowards, I speak of today.
where ever she went, darkness had already assumed a place
so she built another cacoon, a new layer
to escape the escape
wishing each day not to awake
and if so,
not here not now and in a beautiful place.
not in a place orchestrated by hate,
with a conductor, that has the same blood
pumping thru her veins,
betrayed
but not all bad has come of this,
ridiculous you say?
well not at all,
like the creation of the universe
in complete chaos, complete horrific unimaginable power
and in complete darkness
beauty was forged,
but not one was merely forged
but a complete solar system,
with all the moons and suns needed to sustain the end of time.
all in one little girl for she needed this to survive
to go blind, to protect her inner soul from the poison outside
an innocent child just asking why
. with no answer, she doesn't understand, looking up at a face
of a false idol, no answers, no sympathy for her own cut,
she dies inside
a horrible motherly creature i wish i could gut
abusers of women and children are the lowest of fucks.
how could you betray your own blood and guts
wicked untold horrors she lived out for years
until one day someone came
to stop the horrors
she lived everyday.
saved
shes survives still today.
a survivor she is and battled true
a divine warrior that once made a cacoon
to withstand the evil that lurked out side
in the halls, in her room, and in her mind.
now cowards did this of course
there's no doubt about that
but the cowards who darkness stood over this girl
were special in fact
special in a way you would not seem to betray
for some of the demons
they were kin you would say.
so, particular cowards, I speak of today.
where ever she went, darkness had already assumed a place
so she built another cacoon, a new layer
to escape the escape
wishing each day not to awake
and if so,
not here not now and in a beautiful place.
not in a place orchestrated by hate,
with a conductor, that has the same blood
pumping thru her veins,
betrayed
but not all bad has come of this,
ridiculous you say?
well not at all,
like the creation of the universe
in complete chaos, complete horrific unimaginable power
and in complete darkness
beauty was forged,
but not one was merely forged
but a complete solar system,
with all the moons and suns needed to sustain the end of time.
all in one little girl for she needed this to survive
to go blind, to protect her inner soul from the poison outside
an innocent child just asking why
. with no answer, she doesn't understand, looking up at a face
of a false idol, no answers, no sympathy for her own cut,
she dies inside
a horrible motherly creature i wish i could gut
abusers of women and children are the lowest of fucks.
how could you betray your own blood and guts
wicked untold horrors she lived out for years
until one day someone came
to stop the horrors
she lived everyday.
saved
shes survives still today.
sinisterpenz... INTRIGUED... By you, sinisterpenz, I'm intrigued. "New to writing, old in the soul." You sound like my cup of tea or two! In your writing, I've read, your mind is rare. But dude, your profile pic, no disrespect intended, would give even the jaded the shudder's Your spelling and punctuation, in your poem's of few, makes me wonder, if it's intended by you, for more power effect or a spit in in the world's eye of view. I'm intrigued by you, your twisted humor and clever wit. Your gift of talent, I will continue to follow. And welcome, I might add, to the wonder of DU🙋!
