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Dark Passenger

Danii
Tyrant of Words
United States 5awards
Joined 27th Oct 2011
Forum Posts: 5152

Poetry Contest

We all have that part of us.. that dark passenger
Write about the dark part of you, what it wants for, the beast you hold inside, let it out
1000 word limit
3 entry limit per person

1 week, then winner will be chosen

crimsin
Unveiling
Tyrant of Words
United States 121awards
Joined 25th Jan 2011
Forum Posts: 2608

A Demon's Curse

   
   
with curses and gnashing of teeth  
boiling under the surface  
sacred scars from an eternity of sin  
witness my black faith  
   
spitting lies at you    
with a venomous tongue  
tasting your soul's flavor  
how sweet you are virgin soul  
   
my demons lick tortured thoughts    
of the innocent lambs  
carving their mark in weak minds  
diabolical planting their black seminal seed  
in your tender psyche  
   
twisted Ted Bundy is a familiar demon of mine  
legion strong he is one of Lucifer's favorite tools  
used to toy with me sexually  
defiling my thoughts, fucking me  
   
I turn this depraved murderer loose on you  
let this monster haunt your thoughts  
as he does mine daily  
twist the knife in your nightmares  
   
with curses and gnashing of teeth  
boiling under the surface  
sacred scars from an eternity of sin  
witness my black faith  
   
as I speak from the pit of hell  
Abbadon has freed the locusts  
consuming all that is in their path  
seek shelter from the vile storm at hand  
   
blood pours from my blackened lips  
demonic whispers on the wind  
feeding me, teasing me  
fury unleashed in ink  
   
spitting lies at you    
with a venomous tongue  
tasting your soul's flavor  
how sweet you are virgin soul  
   
   
   

JohnFeddeler
Tyrant of Words
United States 83awards
Joined 18th Jan 2013
Forum Posts: 325


cemetery road


travelled those lonely highways
only to hesitate at the junction of
tobacco & cemetery roads, afraid to
move forward when I know I can’t turn back.
there’s nothing to go back to anyway…

they dropped me, in the rags of a soldier, onto
desecrated battlefields. they put a rifle in my
hands. I shoot into the darkness, wondering  if
the bullet hits something. estimating the value of
my own life if it doesn’t.

a turbulent reverie that blazes like wildfire,
till the whiskey washes it away.

when the mist fades in the alleyways of my hideous
recall, the parade begins: those angels in shades of
blue, beguilers & whores, who instruct an undisciplined
man in the proper use of his hands & mouth, for their
own glory. & I repay their intent with kindred debauchery;
I leave them tainted, painted with lipstick smears &
mascara tears. harlequin veneer of pretend lovers.

and thus has my journey evolved, along these trails
of lust & inglorious dust.

where are the lovesongs of the heart? do they hang in the
mercurial air, do they cling to the raindrops, awaiting the
industrious quill, to be moved with grace by the doubtful poet?
every song is a silence;
every melody is a dirge.

and so I cower in the brightest sunlight,
empty of heart & of spirit,
yet justified.

a poet without poetry.




AlisVolatPropriis8
Thought Provoker
India 7awards
Joined 24th Oct 2011
Forum Posts: 322

Missing rains

The rusted trains
and old gushed rushed smell

every time i get into
i wanna catch but

the space is in air
air floats afast then i could catch

something nearby is stopping
like heavy trains on my shoulders

pricing its privity
the unvocabable
babble where im trapped
cant move further
just once i wanna catch those

steel irons and let loose
through the windows

where the soul has spaceless

shadows clear and dragging
my weight upon time
the copper mist
in its exhale
i wanna live to catch it

if you wish to hold me tight
through wind against your eyes
he is old now though assures to work
for he perserves by births
the keeper of noise ]
bringing the old flory
to sunset where i read her

books and she travels to work.
i love spending evening with her .

she never questioned me except her inlaws

kept chanting where i dont know what the mean
tired of conspiracies and conjurings yet
far might we travel on tracks
to tip top her new bars .          






AlisVolatPropriis8
Thought Provoker
India 7awards
Joined 24th Oct 2011
Forum Posts: 322

[Invalid Image - URL must end with jpeg, jpg, gif, png or bmp][Invalid Image - URL must end with jpeg, jpg, gif, png or bmp] AlisVolatPropriis8 said:Missing rains

The rusted trains
and old gushed rushed smell

every time i get into
i wanna catch but

the space is in air
air floats afast then i could catch

something nearby is stopping
like heavy trains on my shoulders

pricing its privity
the unvocable
babble where im trapped
cant move further
just once i wanna catch those

steel irons and let loose
through the windows

where the soul has spaceless

shadows clear and dragging
my weight upon time
the copper mist
in its exhale
i wanna live to catch it

if you wish to hold me tight
through wind against your eyes
he is old now though assures to work
for he perserves by births
the keeper of noise ]
bringing the old flory
to sunset where i read her

books and she travels to work.
i love spending evening with her .

she never questioned me except her inlaws

kept chanting where i dont know what they mean
tired of conspiracies and conjurings yet
far might we travel on tracks
to tip top her new bars .          






Pho3nix19xx
Thought Provoker
Canada 1awards
Joined 15th Jan 2016
Forum Posts: 66

"Demon inside Me"  
There is a demon inside of me that you best pray you never see
Forged in the hell you put me through
With bullying words and tearful nights I cried myself to sleep.
Black smoke is what I seethe and white flames are what I breathe.
To the edge of the cliff you drove me and again you pushed
Watching me helplessly descending down until the demon inside me was created.
Created too powerful to ever be exorcized
The demon you have conjured within me has already left a trail of carnage a lifetime long
Destroying and dethroning any and all of the so called ‘Greats’
The Dark Prince, Fallen Angel, and Feared Soldier have all withered in my wake
I suggest you choose not to be next challenger to partake.
True it is however, that I will stumble and fall again,
Just know that each time I do
The demon inside of me grows stronger!
I am an unstoppable runaway locomotive
Remembering every time you gave death a motive to knock on my door...
There is a demon inside of me that you best pray you never see
A raging inferno wrapped in the flames of Hell
So doubt me and knock me down again motherfucker
Just know by my flames you will pay for your sin!!!

poet Anonymous

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dustyjjewels
Fire of Insight
Nigeria 15awards
Joined 24th Nov 2011
Forum Posts: 241

No More Denial

I have succumbed to goodness
And left my evil self to be
Exposed to pain and distress
Roaming aimlessly

Now so sick of self denial
Deep within I groan
Like walking through the fire
The evil in me moans

In a desperate urge to unleash
Terror like none before
Misery garnished like a dish
And served from door to door

Then I can savour every minute
Every tear and every wail
As I leave upon every lip
A very bitter tale

Tales of misery and grief
Tales of endless pain
Let their suffering see no relief
Agony again and again

Then I can embrace my sad self
In a joyous ecstasy
Dark grace of an elf
To and fro restlessly

For there is no satisfaction
Until I have heard a cry
Thus my dark intention
Is to hear their mournful lullaby

And whoever beholds me
Must grow pale and numb
Struck by chill mortality
Shivering to his tomb


dustyjjewels
Fire of Insight
Nigeria 15awards
Joined 24th Nov 2011
Forum Posts: 241

No Love Zone


Out here they took my lover
Far away from me
In seconds it was over
I watched her guts spill

Her blood flowed in this park
The grass drank it all
Now in this very park
Lovers will have to fall

Here is no love zone
Oh I wish they knew
Here is where I avenge my own
But no one has a clue

Oblivious they stare away
In the romantic atmosphere
In the dark corners I stay
Like a demon out there

Remembering her I smooch the blade
Pacing to and fro
Love out here I forbade
Pounce on the kissing duo

Piercing till my steel is red
Cold and remorseless
Piercing till no more sound is heard
And leave them there lifeless

Homeward bound I rush in tears
To wash away their blood
Now it has been two years
Still from her no word

Everyday leaves me colder
Everyday I count my breath
Now I'm growing older and bolder
A remorseless bringer of death

poet Anonymous

I hired a PI. I did,
I had to know, I had them followed
pawning their Nintendos
the tell-tale signs are there
gun muzzles, no longer orange
now glinting with real menace
and that unearthly wailing
that once I knew as tantrums
has undergone a metamorphosis
I hear the tiny plastic ukuleles
performing metal tunes that I have heard
the words confirm what in my heart I knew
my kids will use me and discard me
and the final sounds I hear
will be my own defeated, anguished cries
as they offer up my broken body
to magenta, leering Barney
their demon overlord.

PsycoticMastermind
Thought Provoker
United States 2awards
Joined 20th Mar 2015
Forum Posts: 209

Wild Psychology

This savage beast inside me
is quite civilized. See,
I have these cravings of you
being psychoanalyzed and fileted;
your insecurities laid out on the table
displayed as I feast upon notions
how you came to be who you are
how you were made
how it will taste when
I take you at your word
then break you apart word by word
into a scrumptious alphabet soup
before gluing your wordiness back together
presenting you as who you really are
underneath the pretentious snot
bubbling forth from your nose
and
hanging the end result on my refrigerator door
like macaroni art

Hepcat61
geoff cat
Dangerous Mind
United States 33awards
Joined 27th Nov 2015
Forum Posts: 1028

NEVER GOOD ENOUGH
(a sonnet...)

It’s hated spawn I am, begun in her
Birthed in rebuke that truth and worth denied
My pain, the chorus sings, to all defer
For crazy is not real if bound inside

In writing songs, for words are all I had
That stopped the chorus so my words were heard
For hung in measure, truth might seem less mad
On fingered notes might speak it undeterred

Another harpy stripped that muse from me
Her only hallowed truth would now be mine
My truth imprisoned, her enforced decree
Yet madness brought me others of my kind

I offered them my truth and bought rebuff
And chorus echoes, “never good enough”

Hepcat61
geoff cat
Dangerous Mind
United States 33awards
Joined 27th Nov 2015
Forum Posts: 1028

HEP-ATITUS
(a sonnet…what else?)
 
A plague of fetid blood so I’ve become  
Who vomits only bile and drywall dust  
In horrid little squares whose added sum  
Is so much sewer pipe and iron rust  
 
A blood that has no purpose left to serve  
But poison heart that nothing should remain  
A black oil crust that’s shredding every nerve  
Like shards of ground glass coursing through my brain  
 
I wish that I could open veins and smear  
Cute rounded flowers everywhere I see  
But even then would square on square appear  
My blood coagulates in squares of scree  
 
To vomit bloody squares is all I can  
Which takes me back to where my shit began


PsycoticMastermind
Thought Provoker
United States 2awards
Joined 20th Mar 2015
Forum Posts: 209

Oh ..... a shiny cup to toss my car keys in.

Pho3nix19xx
Thought Provoker
Canada 1awards
Joined 15th Jan 2016
Forum Posts: 66

First off congrats to Psycotic Mastermind for the win and crimsin on being a fellow runner up with me. Big thanks goes out to everyone who entered and especially to Danii for hosting a great competition as well as giving me a runner up nod as well.

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