Poetry competition CLOSED 21st December 2015 11:14pm
WINNER
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RUNNER-UP:
Grace
Broken Childhood.
Anonymous
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Tell
You caught me unaware as I knelt to say my prayers,
I was just a little kid and what you did,
Stayed with me throughout the years,
Can’t be expunged with a million tears.
Why? What did I do
Was I bad to you?
You put your penis in my mouth,
“Suck you little fuck!”
You shoot your gout,
I want to shout, to spit it out,
You close my nostrils, make me swallow,
I’m dead inside, I feel so hollow.
You tell me not to tell my mother
Or you’ll do it to my little brother,
I hold my peace.
You haunt me nightly in my dreams,
And deep within me my soul screams,
Still I hold my peace, no release, will it ever cease?
Why do you do it? I am your niece!
The years pass by and I cannot ease the guilt and shame I feel,
Will it ever heal?
I’m filled with rage from this early age and turn upon myself,
Take the razor from the shelf,
Place its edge upon my arm, feeling no alarm,
I cut,
I cut because I’m a dirty slut, guilty! I tempted you I must have done, I must have done,
But if I die you will have won,
So I slash lightly not too deep,
And then I cry myself to sleep.
Now I have a daughter of my own,
Leave her alone! Leave her alone,
To protect her I find the courage to say,
What you did to me on many a day.
I tell,
My husband listens, shocked disbelief,
Lost in grief,
Tears cascading down his face,
He burns with shame at my disgrace,
We tell
My tormentor now is locked away,
Oh joyful day, oh joyful day!
I now have help I talk it through,
And if this has ever happened to you,
Tell!
Tell and send the pain away, a teacher, parent, trusted friend,
Tell and bring it to an end,
Tell and make this person halt,
Darling child it’s not your fault.
Tell!
You caught me unaware as I knelt to say my prayers,
I was just a little kid and what you did,
Stayed with me throughout the years,
Can’t be expunged with a million tears.
Why? What did I do
Was I bad to you?
You put your penis in my mouth,
“Suck you little fuck!”
You shoot your gout,
I want to shout, to spit it out,
You close my nostrils, make me swallow,
I’m dead inside, I feel so hollow.
You tell me not to tell my mother
Or you’ll do it to my little brother,
I hold my peace.
You haunt me nightly in my dreams,
And deep within me my soul screams,
Still I hold my peace, no release, will it ever cease?
Why do you do it? I am your niece!
The years pass by and I cannot ease the guilt and shame I feel,
Will it ever heal?
I’m filled with rage from this early age and turn upon myself,
Take the razor from the shelf,
Place its edge upon my arm, feeling no alarm,
I cut,
I cut because I’m a dirty slut, guilty! I tempted you I must have done, I must have done,
But if I die you will have won,
So I slash lightly not too deep,
And then I cry myself to sleep.
Now I have a daughter of my own,
Leave her alone! Leave her alone,
To protect her I find the courage to say,
What you did to me on many a day.
I tell,
My husband listens, shocked disbelief,
Lost in grief,
Tears cascading down his face,
He burns with shame at my disgrace,
We tell
My tormentor now is locked away,
Oh joyful day, oh joyful day!
I now have help I talk it through,
And if this has ever happened to you,
Tell!
Tell and send the pain away, a teacher, parent, trusted friend,
Tell and bring it to an end,
Tell and make this person halt,
Darling child it’s not your fault.
Tell!
Anonymous
2 sisters.
No money, no job,
You have a choice,
Be homeless at young age,
Live with a old couple,
In exchange of sexual favours,
An house where to stay you will have.
Both of them took their decision,
One became an hooker on the street,
One became an hooker after moving from the house.
Both of them never took care of each other.
No money, no job,
You have a choice,
Be homeless at young age,
Live with a old couple,
In exchange of sexual favours,
An house where to stay you will have.
Both of them took their decision,
One became an hooker on the street,
One became an hooker after moving from the house.
Both of them never took care of each other.
Childhood
Like if I had any. All I did was walk around
hoping to not run into the wild for my mind
at the time was intent on harming the world.
I carried around a twenty two for anyone
brave enough to test this lonely fool. I wasn't
evil, but the boulevard made me think war was
part of growing up there. My parents couldn't
control me, but bless them for trying on a daily
basis to hug me despite the fact that nothing they
could do would change the mind of a kid out to
control the block and everything in it. At age twelve I
had my first sell, the adrenaline rush was more than
sufficient to inspire me to continue on the path of
destruction. Who could tell me otherwise?
My dad was always there, this isn't a revolving
door story, this is a mental state of mind I
needed help kind of story. "He'll grow out of it"
they said, how right they were, but the wait was
brutal and solitary. Five years of juvenile prison
changed my mind, but what about those people
I hurt in the name of claiming my path to a
territory who never loved me?
All I could say is "I'm sorry" not sure that is enough
but an empty stomach will make anyone do things
not many want to think about. Running around with
young people my age, I guess I can at least
say I'm still here. R.I.P.
Like if I had any. All I did was walk around
hoping to not run into the wild for my mind
at the time was intent on harming the world.
I carried around a twenty two for anyone
brave enough to test this lonely fool. I wasn't
evil, but the boulevard made me think war was
part of growing up there. My parents couldn't
control me, but bless them for trying on a daily
basis to hug me despite the fact that nothing they
could do would change the mind of a kid out to
control the block and everything in it. At age twelve I
had my first sell, the adrenaline rush was more than
sufficient to inspire me to continue on the path of
destruction. Who could tell me otherwise?
My dad was always there, this isn't a revolving
door story, this is a mental state of mind I
needed help kind of story. "He'll grow out of it"
they said, how right they were, but the wait was
brutal and solitary. Five years of juvenile prison
changed my mind, but what about those people
I hurt in the name of claiming my path to a
territory who never loved me?
All I could say is "I'm sorry" not sure that is enough
but an empty stomach will make anyone do things
not many want to think about. Running around with
young people my age, I guess I can at least
say I'm still here. R.I.P.
Nothing You Want Matters (MONDAY, NOVEMBER 19, 2012)
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http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/185826-nothing-you-want-matters-5-stanza-haiku/
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boy and girl jumping
on the bed the boy larger
knows not his own strength
broken bone later
boy is taught to be careful
and always reserved
especially when
it hurts and soul death is near
hold in, no one cares
moving around from
base to base does not let you
keep a lot of friends
first law: do no harm
second law: ignore wishes
third law: do as told
come out of dream world
nothing you want matters, boy
why should i care now
dad does not deserve
my words, why should i confide?
i feel dispite him
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http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/185826-nothing-you-want-matters-5-stanza-haiku/
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boy and girl jumping
on the bed the boy larger
knows not his own strength
broken bone later
boy is taught to be careful
and always reserved
especially when
it hurts and soul death is near
hold in, no one cares
moving around from
base to base does not let you
keep a lot of friends
first law: do no harm
second law: ignore wishes
third law: do as told
come out of dream world
nothing you want matters, boy
why should i care now
dad does not deserve
my words, why should i confide?
i feel dispite him
