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Poetry competition CLOSED 26th February 2016 6:34pm
WINNER
Pho3nix19xx
Pho3nix19xx
RUNNERS-UP:
AlexnEmoLand
and SatansSperm
What do you see?
“Ode of Metaphor”
Somewhere outside a Raven glides, as if to shine a light upon things that in shadows hide whilst inside another voice shied. Safe from the downpour rains but susceptible to the sunset rays. The quietness strains as the darkness conveys the message that screams persuade. To sear the restraints upon which I crutch such sound as a Newborn baby’s cry, their tears scry my eye.
Onwards toward a new domain in the Serengeti Plain a Hyena plays amicably, may her prey scatter away. Choked by flame though burnt of smoke a Drug Dealer’s coke perilous the emotions evoked. Led by an incandescent haze. Through a strange unbeatable maze, insidious it is to raise, though the end upon a lascivious picture I shall gaze.
Enter the void in space to where souls lace and fast pace freeze to ice. The eel in water like death to Martyr safe from the downpour rains but susceptible to sunset rays. The quietness strains as the darkness conveys the message that screams persuade. A parade of thy masquerade the law I shall evade. Reincarnation of man and woman segregation through invasion of independent declaration.
Somewhere outside a Raven glides, as if to shine a light upon things that in shadows hide whilst inside another voice shied.
Somewhere outside a Raven glides, as if to shine a light upon things that in shadows hide whilst inside another voice shied. Safe from the downpour rains but susceptible to the sunset rays. The quietness strains as the darkness conveys the message that screams persuade. To sear the restraints upon which I crutch such sound as a Newborn baby’s cry, their tears scry my eye.
Onwards toward a new domain in the Serengeti Plain a Hyena plays amicably, may her prey scatter away. Choked by flame though burnt of smoke a Drug Dealer’s coke perilous the emotions evoked. Led by an incandescent haze. Through a strange unbeatable maze, insidious it is to raise, though the end upon a lascivious picture I shall gaze.
Enter the void in space to where souls lace and fast pace freeze to ice. The eel in water like death to Martyr safe from the downpour rains but susceptible to sunset rays. The quietness strains as the darkness conveys the message that screams persuade. A parade of thy masquerade the law I shall evade. Reincarnation of man and woman segregation through invasion of independent declaration.
Somewhere outside a Raven glides, as if to shine a light upon things that in shadows hide whilst inside another voice shied.
BOOK
smiling into the sunlight...
she decided to not climeb out of bed.
remember this book she read.
she gazed apone this book
the cover was soft,and edges silk.
it smelled of a sweet cherry
close to her heart this book she would carry
she read each word carful and alurt.
she knew so well she could resite.
she smiles as she gazed apone the detail in diction.
this book is special.
she loved it becouse she watched if everyday
hoping one day she can take it home..
she dreamed of the trasures the book held,
only to see that the book was missing pages..
still.... it seemed so real..
she knew what she wished may never become her reality
this book was special..
special to others who knew it well
this book did not no how special it was to her...
it never felt her touch to turn the page..
her smile slowly goes away
remembering its just another day..
from far she watched from a far place
just to watch his beautiful face.
-kumiko yamamoto
smiling into the sunlight...
she decided to not climeb out of bed.
remember this book she read.
she gazed apone this book
the cover was soft,and edges silk.
it smelled of a sweet cherry
close to her heart this book she would carry
she read each word carful and alurt.
she knew so well she could resite.
she smiles as she gazed apone the detail in diction.
this book is special.
she loved it becouse she watched if everyday
hoping one day she can take it home..
she dreamed of the trasures the book held,
only to see that the book was missing pages..
still.... it seemed so real..
she knew what she wished may never become her reality
this book was special..
special to others who knew it well
this book did not no how special it was to her...
it never felt her touch to turn the page..
her smile slowly goes away
remembering its just another day..
from far she watched from a far place
just to watch his beautiful face.
-kumiko yamamoto
Cameras
In terms of seeing things differently
a camera should never be though of as a camera
rather a third eye
allowing us to literally see things differently
whether it is in a drain
or up 200m watching a plain
revealing and hiding details
showing different angles
other than our own points of view
quite possibly the most underrated invention
of the 21st century
allowing us into different worlds
regardless of whether their existence is questioned
along with its work never mentioned
In terms of seeing things differently
a camera should never be though of as a camera
rather a third eye
allowing us to literally see things differently
whether it is in a drain
or up 200m watching a plain
revealing and hiding details
showing different angles
other than our own points of view
quite possibly the most underrated invention
of the 21st century
allowing us into different worlds
regardless of whether their existence is questioned
along with its work never mentioned
Under Sappho's Gaze
i walk to the bedside, sitting on the edge
i reach up to caress your raven hair,
down your ear, across your cheek, along your jaw,
i lean in inhaling your scent.
sapphire, desire filled eyes, long lashed
rivaling crystal clear waters of the Turquoise sea;
sultry and unblinking
seductive entrapment in liquid blue
trailing soft butterfly kisses down your cheek
stopping on your lips;
lingering, hovering
feeling your warm breath
it's like your soul trails on your lips
guiding your breath into me, binding me down
you sweep through me as though to rid my sins
but then to lie into me, take control, take me as i am
your fingers carry a softness to them
that makes my flesh quiver for comfort,
to taste your flesh would bring me such joy
i feel i morph before you, to bring you unto me
i can't help myself, i trace your contours
fingers tip toeing down your back, feeling
teasing with the pads, loops and swirls loving you
knee to thigh, you are so hot next to me
as the heat suddenly begins to rise i cannot stop,
like i am suddenly watching a mirage
hands like vice grips on your thighs, unrelenting
can you take me? i want to force myself unto you.
we tangle as lusty swimmers in this sea of sheets,
my tongue exploring your lonely caverns and valleys
searching, crawling, needing the hidden treasures,
i need no map to search, i know the trail well.
my mouth upon succulent tender peaks, tongue rolling
swirling bringing forth throaty lustful moans, fingers diving
into your rich oasis, feeling your warmth spread over my hand
your scent intoxicating, an earthy sin induced primal orgasm.
riding on glistening waters of the purest blue,
a soul of sapphire burning with intense heat
all thoughts, movements, uncontrolled caged
in consumption of logic and reason leaving nothing
untouched in its inevitable wake but the
purest love of sapphire blue...
i walk to the bedside, sitting on the edge
i reach up to caress your raven hair,
down your ear, across your cheek, along your jaw,
i lean in inhaling your scent.
sapphire, desire filled eyes, long lashed
rivaling crystal clear waters of the Turquoise sea;
sultry and unblinking
seductive entrapment in liquid blue
trailing soft butterfly kisses down your cheek
stopping on your lips;
lingering, hovering
feeling your warm breath
it's like your soul trails on your lips
guiding your breath into me, binding me down
you sweep through me as though to rid my sins
but then to lie into me, take control, take me as i am
your fingers carry a softness to them
that makes my flesh quiver for comfort,
to taste your flesh would bring me such joy
i feel i morph before you, to bring you unto me
i can't help myself, i trace your contours
fingers tip toeing down your back, feeling
teasing with the pads, loops and swirls loving you
knee to thigh, you are so hot next to me
as the heat suddenly begins to rise i cannot stop,
like i am suddenly watching a mirage
hands like vice grips on your thighs, unrelenting
can you take me? i want to force myself unto you.
we tangle as lusty swimmers in this sea of sheets,
my tongue exploring your lonely caverns and valleys
searching, crawling, needing the hidden treasures,
i need no map to search, i know the trail well.
my mouth upon succulent tender peaks, tongue rolling
swirling bringing forth throaty lustful moans, fingers diving
into your rich oasis, feeling your warmth spread over my hand
your scent intoxicating, an earthy sin induced primal orgasm.
riding on glistening waters of the purest blue,
a soul of sapphire burning with intense heat
all thoughts, movements, uncontrolled caged
in consumption of logic and reason leaving nothing
untouched in its inevitable wake but the
purest love of sapphire blue...
- Night Journey into Darkness -
Based on an out of body experience I had tonight,
on Thursday, February 18, 2016 at 2:00 A.M.
What doth it mean to truly be alive?
An eternal question, asked by many...
To answer it, some eternally may strive,
Lost and longing for nigh unto eternity.
Am I seeking, am I found; I know not...
For I see and hear things I cannot say,
The totality of, nor express it in thought.
How canst the lost hope to find a way?
For words fail, when the senses swim,
Amid dark imaginings clad in shadows.
Where does nightmare end and begin?
Or dream, like fog fallen on meadows.
Am I waking, do I sleep; is there truth,
In hidden things, forsaken by memory?
I see too much to ever try to remove...
What visions I beheld all too suddenly,
This eve, when they came to me cruel.
Unbidden, forcing their way to mind...
From domains utterly ablaze yet cool,
Hellish yet heavenly, awful yet sublime.
What secrets should I try to utter?
A terrible question, asked by saints...
And by sinners too, their hearts aflutter,
With horrific hopes, and heavy taints.
A cold sweat, and heat burning as fire...
These things I felt, along with a dread,
Which cannot be described; very dire.
Very primal, was the fear which bled...
My reason from me, sending me deep,
Down black chasms where all is dark!
Weakness, nausea, the desire to flee...
Such came upon me, and I didst hark.
For I saw with eyes that art not blind,
But unchained, from human clouding...
Voices called me seeker, and to find!
To peer past subconscious shrouding.
And I saw, oh dear gods what I saw!
Too much, too hot, too cold, all bare.
I was there, where sharp things claw...
And piercing eyes, into the soul stare.
What doth it mean to be damned?
A fearsome question, asked not light...
Answered by more insistent command,
Even as I fled, even as I began to fight.
I reached out and my arm was bloody,
Skinless, for spirits require no clothing.
Am I still beautiful, bereft of humanity?
Beautiful and terrible without covering!
In the netherworld, passing the gates...
Seven in number, seeking to live more.
For the dead desire much ere all is late,
And, so, I strove to cross every door...
The blood red queen, within her home.
I could neither run nor ever look away,
Since I was beyond the darkest tomb...
Bloody hands, reaching for light of day.
At length, I felt my skin return in glory,
As I shed the darkness to return swift!
Back to my living world, oft of worry...
And, it seemed as if I hadst never left.
The queen returns, but am I beautiful?
Once in the mirror I still saw in horror,
What I was in that place most terrible!
That vision wracked me unto my core.
But it passed, and all I hadst endured...
I remembered, but could not speak of.
So I began to write this, so enamored,
Once more with living, and joys of love.
Based on an out of body experience I had tonight,
on Thursday, February 18, 2016 at 2:00 A.M.
What doth it mean to truly be alive?
An eternal question, asked by many...
To answer it, some eternally may strive,
Lost and longing for nigh unto eternity.
Am I seeking, am I found; I know not...
For I see and hear things I cannot say,
The totality of, nor express it in thought.
How canst the lost hope to find a way?
For words fail, when the senses swim,
Amid dark imaginings clad in shadows.
Where does nightmare end and begin?
Or dream, like fog fallen on meadows.
Am I waking, do I sleep; is there truth,
In hidden things, forsaken by memory?
I see too much to ever try to remove...
What visions I beheld all too suddenly,
This eve, when they came to me cruel.
Unbidden, forcing their way to mind...
From domains utterly ablaze yet cool,
Hellish yet heavenly, awful yet sublime.
What secrets should I try to utter?
A terrible question, asked by saints...
And by sinners too, their hearts aflutter,
With horrific hopes, and heavy taints.
A cold sweat, and heat burning as fire...
These things I felt, along with a dread,
Which cannot be described; very dire.
Very primal, was the fear which bled...
My reason from me, sending me deep,
Down black chasms where all is dark!
Weakness, nausea, the desire to flee...
Such came upon me, and I didst hark.
For I saw with eyes that art not blind,
But unchained, from human clouding...
Voices called me seeker, and to find!
To peer past subconscious shrouding.
And I saw, oh dear gods what I saw!
Too much, too hot, too cold, all bare.
I was there, where sharp things claw...
And piercing eyes, into the soul stare.
What doth it mean to be damned?
A fearsome question, asked not light...
Answered by more insistent command,
Even as I fled, even as I began to fight.
I reached out and my arm was bloody,
Skinless, for spirits require no clothing.
Am I still beautiful, bereft of humanity?
Beautiful and terrible without covering!
In the netherworld, passing the gates...
Seven in number, seeking to live more.
For the dead desire much ere all is late,
And, so, I strove to cross every door...
The blood red queen, within her home.
I could neither run nor ever look away,
Since I was beyond the darkest tomb...
Bloody hands, reaching for light of day.
At length, I felt my skin return in glory,
As I shed the darkness to return swift!
Back to my living world, oft of worry...
And, it seemed as if I hadst never left.
The queen returns, but am I beautiful?
Once in the mirror I still saw in horror,
What I was in that place most terrible!
That vision wracked me unto my core.
But it passed, and all I hadst endured...
I remembered, but could not speak of.
So I began to write this, so enamored,
Once more with living, and joys of love.
I'm kinda confused we're categorized as human beings. However we're mammals like a house pet & etc. Just like they have different breeds ours are different races. Do we not all feel emotions, do we not all need food to survive, do we not all have sex & etc. So tell me exactly truly wat is all these labels for??? Technically none of us was here 1st so who truly is the aliens. Yes I know 🌎 is the planet I reside but technically I live in space which is where earth resides the only difference is gravity!!!
I woke up to continue on my journey of knowledge seeking with every breathe believing. I feel no pain got no tyme to stress because I'm bless. Brother Jesus dha ultimate mentor shed is blood in order for me to be free, free yes to truly be free, Me, only me is all dhat I can eva be. Rather anybody here on this rock understand me or not. I'm God's son which is the climax which lead to the plot. Of my story of my rise to glory.
Speaking truth nothing is sugar coded, eye's wide open reality I exposed it. For way to long I admit I thought I was in a permanently sleep. Now it's his words, his words my soul I must keep. So understanding is my closest kin. Carry dhat ancient wisdom 4rm which all begin. Death is all that's promised so I say GOM (GOD OVER MONEY) & before I act I got to remember WWJD (WHAT WOULD JESUS DO).
Made in his image therefore I got no tides to this land. I'm just passing thru to reach dha promiseland. With dhat being said human will never be race. I've bn been made by a different cloth. Born on go, on go I was born I could never be a sloth. Shaking my head cuz mad people tlkn and singing about love leaving out the great I Am. Watching dha world vogue guess dhat makes me a Grimm.
Speaking truth nothing is sugar coded, eye's wide open reality I exposed it. For way to long I admit I thought I was in a permanently sleep. Now it's his words, his words my soul I must keep. So understanding is my closest kin. Carry dhat ancient wisdom 4rm which all begin. Death is all that's promised so I say GOM (GOD OVER MONEY) & before I act I got to remember WWJD (WHAT WOULD JESUS DO).
Made in his image therefore I got no tides to this land. I'm just passing thru to reach dha promiseland. With dhat being said human will never be race. I've bn been made by a different cloth. Born on go, on go I was born I could never be a sloth. Shaking my head cuz mad people tlkn and singing about love leaving out the great I Am. Watching dha world vogue guess dhat makes me a Grimm.
Otay some one help me out all is written. Explain what is try!!! Technically I'm just wearing worn out shoes. Which is ironic because can't no don't a soul wear mines. However dhat is even older then I actually am. So my mind drifts & I awaken brand new views. Reality?!?!?! Nope can't say we've ever met. Everything is mental no time have been set. Just space!!! & more space!!! If not here then where am I??? Why??? Have a thirst for more & more. God I need then these hand me down scrolls. Dhatz missing more than a few chapters. Earth is the con yet faithfully I report to you master. Praying father I let go I let go take dha wheel. Deal me please a new hand. Without my liquor & dutchy I wouldn't understand.
Dha fact dhat told me to come as I am. So behold I luv my dutch pearled & my beer cold. Yur I'm a jehovah Witness. Smiling all day ready for business. Only on this rock exist poverty. Held by itz very own gravity. Sociality!!! Dead the one thing that is guaranteed. Wrath, envy, jealousy, lust, gluttony, pride & greed. Dha seven deadly many continue to hear while less than a few feel me. Launch the failure to comprehend. Line is still a line so does it end??? Watz poppn 2day will age faster then the dinos tomorrow. Asked for love & got dha sorrow. Depends on dha perspective. Tales dhat a soul confesses. Fading fading faded into the blackness.
Dha fact dhat told me to come as I am. So behold I luv my dutch pearled & my beer cold. Yur I'm a jehovah Witness. Smiling all day ready for business. Only on this rock exist poverty. Held by itz very own gravity. Sociality!!! Dead the one thing that is guaranteed. Wrath, envy, jealousy, lust, gluttony, pride & greed. Dha seven deadly many continue to hear while less than a few feel me. Launch the failure to comprehend. Line is still a line so does it end??? Watz poppn 2day will age faster then the dinos tomorrow. Asked for love & got dha sorrow. Depends on dha perspective. Tales dhat a soul confesses. Fading fading faded into the blackness.
Anonymous
A stupid movie.
"I see dead people",
What does really scare is,
"They want to see only what they want to see"
And I start to think,
What do I want to see,
Myself with a lot of money?
Myself with a lot of girls?
No i do not see anything of that.
Money is a toy,
Many girls does not match the quality.
I do see a failure in that,
I do see a failure in myself.
But i do still think,
I see what i want to see,
People see what they want to see,
And they pretend to see what they are not.
Still i do think,
I have eyes i have ears,
But if what i have to see or hear,
Is not part of my life,
Then let me die the way I want.
"I see dead people",
What does really scare is,
"They want to see only what they want to see"
And I start to think,
What do I want to see,
Myself with a lot of money?
Myself with a lot of girls?
No i do not see anything of that.
Money is a toy,
Many girls does not match the quality.
I do see a failure in that,
I do see a failure in myself.
But i do still think,
I see what i want to see,
People see what they want to see,
And they pretend to see what they are not.
Still i do think,
I have eyes i have ears,
But if what i have to see or hear,
Is not part of my life,
Then let me die the way I want.
I'v Seen A Beer In The White Woods
I'v Seen Dark In My Pain
I'v Seen People Hurt
I'v Seen Shadow In The Light
I'v Seen my Self Giving up While Crying
I'v Seen A Beast In Me When U Make Me Made
I'v Seen People Who used Others
I'v Seen Great Poems And Great Talent
~Ashley Evans~
I'v Seen Bad And Good
I'v Seen Dark To heaven
I'v Seen It All
I'v Seen Dark In My Pain
I'v Seen People Hurt
I'v Seen Shadow In The Light
I'v Seen my Self Giving up While Crying
I'v Seen A Beast In Me When U Make Me Made
I'v Seen People Who used Others
I'v Seen Great Poems And Great Talent
~Ashley Evans~
I'v Seen Bad And Good
I'v Seen Dark To heaven
I'v Seen It All
