Poetry competition CLOSED 28th June 2016 2:02pm
WINNER
_shadoe_ (yiyi)
_shadoe_ (yiyi)
RUNNER-UP:
Jade-Pandora
Survivors of touch...
Poetry Contest Description
Write about your experience with sexual or physical abuse..
Please give this topic it's due respect and be mature...
Write about your experiences with sexual, verbal or physical abuse growing up...
Any style is fine..
2 weeks
2 writes
May use one old one new...
Example.....
Sandman
He comes during terror sleep
And his hands reek of sulfur
He clicks together
His long nails black
With dirty deed
Click click click..click
And ready to prick touch
Starts slow trace from shoulder
To ear...
I swallow silent tears...
I lay
Unable to scream out
Frozen
And dread consumes my tender mind
And flood memories
Of other men touching there
Those monsters were supposed to love me
Protect me from
This
Sandman...
Too afraid to sleep and face
The tragedy of truth
And another night the shame..
And fear manifests
Through self destruction..
And so still years after touch
He abducts me from myself...
Night after restless night...
Robs pieces and my peace from me...
Write about your experiences with sexual, verbal or physical abuse growing up...
Any style is fine..
2 weeks
2 writes
May use one old one new...
Example.....
Sandman
He comes during terror sleep
And his hands reek of sulfur
He clicks together
His long nails black
With dirty deed
Click click click..click
And ready to prick touch
Starts slow trace from shoulder
To ear...
I swallow silent tears...
I lay
Unable to scream out
Frozen
And dread consumes my tender mind
And flood memories
Of other men touching there
Those monsters were supposed to love me
Protect me from
This
Sandman...
Too afraid to sleep and face
The tragedy of truth
And another night the shame..
And fear manifests
Through self destruction..
And so still years after touch
He abducts me from myself...
Night after restless night...
Robs pieces and my peace from me...
"What You Have Made Me"
Broken bones
Bloody nose
Eyes swollen shut
But that ain't what hurts the most.
The battles and wretched games you play
Upon my mind where no one else can see
Can't you see what you have made me?
Friday Night Lights
Living room boxing fights
You thirty-seven
Me in my teens uneven
David versus Goliath
But this ain't a bible verse
Trapped inside your curse
Can't you see what you have made me?
Artifical tyranny
Leather and coffee table glass tear inta me
You are no longer scary
Motherfucking pussy
Fuck you and your alcoholic horror
Won't back down so
HIT ME MORE!
Can't you see what you have made me?
Next week
Wanna dance
Final chance
Living room freak show
Time to let the pistol blow
Last one standing
Porch step landing
Thank God I got away
I'ma be OK
Can't you see what you have made me?
A childhood abuse survivor
Thanks to you I'm a fighter!
Broken bones
Bloody nose
Eyes swollen shut
But that ain't what hurts the most.
The battles and wretched games you play
Upon my mind where no one else can see
Can't you see what you have made me?
Friday Night Lights
Living room boxing fights
You thirty-seven
Me in my teens uneven
David versus Goliath
But this ain't a bible verse
Trapped inside your curse
Can't you see what you have made me?
Artifical tyranny
Leather and coffee table glass tear inta me
You are no longer scary
Motherfucking pussy
Fuck you and your alcoholic horror
Won't back down so
HIT ME MORE!
Can't you see what you have made me?
Next week
Wanna dance
Final chance
Living room freak show
Time to let the pistol blow
Last one standing
Porch step landing
Thank God I got away
I'ma be OK
Can't you see what you have made me?
A childhood abuse survivor
Thanks to you I'm a fighter!
Anonymous
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Anonymous
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STRANGER
The ebb of evening
wrapped in its midnight,
was a friend to me, even in my crib.
But a night light
casting shadows
stretched across the floor
to a door cracked open,
an unseen stranger
hiding there from me,
watching, unblinking
doing things
I couldn't see,
but I could hear
its raspy breath,
the shuffling sounds it made.
For it's the little ones
who cannot name it,
but their minds fit in between,
between the ribs where I sat
crouched, looking out,
waiting... and knowing.
And I still do.
The ebb of evening
wrapped in its midnight,
was a friend to me, even in my crib.
But a night light
casting shadows
stretched across the floor
to a door cracked open,
an unseen stranger
hiding there from me,
watching, unblinking
doing things
I couldn't see,
but I could hear
its raspy breath,
the shuffling sounds it made.
For it's the little ones
who cannot name it,
but their minds fit in between,
between the ribs where I sat
crouched, looking out,
waiting... and knowing.
And I still do.
Anonymous
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Anonymous
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Anonymous
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Anonymous
Worth Nothing More/
Just A Slave to Ghost
***My apologies, I couldn't finish
it. And a note to others: Breathe.
Just A Slave to Ghost
***My apologies, I couldn't finish
it. And a note to others: Breathe.
Anonymous
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Anonymous
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Anonymous
Leashing_Static said:Worth Nothing More/
Just A Slave to Ghost
***My apologies, I couldn't finish
it. And a note to others: Breathe.
No need for apologies. Mine took 3 hours. I'd leave it up,walk away. Have a smoke. Write some more. Stretch my fingers. Write what I could. Take a break. I feel I need to take it down. Putting into words, just a glimpse of what I've been through. I feel like, he's sitting next to me.
Just A Slave to Ghost
***My apologies, I couldn't finish
it. And a note to others: Breathe.
No need for apologies. Mine took 3 hours. I'd leave it up,walk away. Have a smoke. Write some more. Stretch my fingers. Write what I could. Take a break. I feel I need to take it down. Putting into words, just a glimpse of what I've been through. I feel like, he's sitting next to me.
