introductions

This website has some pretty incredible members in its ranks. I see a lot of positive and insightful feedback in the comments and this type of interaction inspire me.. There are few places on the internet where people hide behind aliases and mysterious profile pictures AND are yet don't resort to being hateful.

Let's celebrate us!!!

I will open this up to a vote because I want no single user to have power over this competition.

I hope that if you identify with what someone wrote, or if you just really like their message or style, you will take the time to message them.  I think we should utilize this space not only for sharing our work, but also connecting with other people.. where ever they may be geographically or in their life. Please don't discount the power of your words.  Users on this site have given me hope when i was struggling without fully understanding the pain i was going through.  Be that person today that reaches out with sincerity and love and embraces someones soul!

love has no limits. this comp has one. please, only one entry per user. their are a lot of us and i want everyone to get an equal chance to tell their story.

I love you all!!!!!!!

<3 Brad

~The Paradox~

I am me, read on and you will see…
I am agony, but i am happy.
I am confined, but i am free.
I am misery, read on and you will see…

I am love, but i am hate.
I am me, there is no duplicate.
I am admired, but i am cast-away.
I am desired, but left to decay.

I am right, but i am wrong.
I am eternal, but only for so long.
I am home, but i don’t belong.
I am me, do you hear my song?

I am light, but i am night.
I am polite, but i am strife.
I am high of mind.
I am left behind.

I am land, but i am sea.
I am all that i can be.
I am me, you see.
Albeit, paradoxically.

Damn chaotic ways! I dig this a lot. I feel like the most interesting people struggle with being stuck in a battle between good and evil.. I suppose we all are in such a place but those that can identify it have something special. thanks for starting this comp out so well!

i am the crow that hatches in your ribcage
pecks to get out
from the darkened magnolia bones of your live
automated corpse

i'm a tail eating world crushing
serpentine infinity
i am exactly what you see when you close your eyes
learning braille in preparation

and you'll see me in the supermarket
buying my eggs and milk
wearing a skin almost genuine

i may smile and you may feel a warmth
emanate from the core of my expression
a happy satisfaction in capture

how do you know
that i am a nightmare
walking past your day

like one of the flock

gazellemon said:Damn chaotic ways! I dig this a lot. I feel like the most interesting people struggle with being stuck in a battle between good and evil.. I suppose we all are in such a place but those that can identify it have something special. thanks for starting this comp out so well!

Thanks man! This is a fascinating competition. I'm looking forward to see where it goes.

Bestia
(a sonnet)    

You think that I am pretty, but I’m naught.
Handsome?... perhaps, but soul of shattered steel.    
True passion… wanting, were it even sought.    
And looks of love?... perhaps, but no thing real.    
   
You love my face, my smile, my body’s fit,  
But my true self you seemingly despise.    
Pronouncements made as if devoid of wit,    
An errant cur… in handsome man disguise.  
   
A better wraith or monster I would be,    
A half-formed thing from which you’d turn away.    
A thing perhaps that’s hideous to see,    
For thing(‘)s humanity cannot betray.  
   
 So in your eyes a mutant I would seem,    
 If with that look my humanness redeem.  
 
Author's Note: "Bestia" is Latin for "Beast" when used in reference to a person it leans more toward the modern word "Monster."  Also if you recite it outloud, you pick up more of its double understandings.

Unfinished...

I can list off data
like a census
stats
that tell you little
name
age
home
surface information
meaning nothing
here's what you need to know
I survived the fire
same as you
can still see the smoke
from the burns
of my past
lifting off my skin
drifting
on the breeze
perhaps it's how
you found me
from the smoke trails
of my life
recognition
of connection
you know who I am
you feel it
you know

I am Me, because of You

Love all of me, especially the tainted and torn
The weathered, weak and sharply scorned
Only you can hear my smile
Even behind the salty tears
The best of me has come from you
My beautiful one and only
My deepest love,real and true
I am me, only because of you

Crim VS Brenda ! extreme content !

Some of you here know me only as Crim  
a tough lady off the streets  
paid some hard prices there  
 
loving the smell of tar heroin  
cooking in the morning  
making me gag in anticipation  
 
of my next fix  
then hitting the ground running  
time ticking the dragon breathing down my neck  
 
climbing into strange men's cars  
off to the motel it didn't matter  
cos Crim is an evil bitch who loves it rough  
 
so when they pulled my hair  
or fucked me hard in the ass  
I got off with the most sinister of men  
 
sucking their cocks  
squirting all over my juicy breasts  
awaiting that sweet cum on my tits  
 
cos that meant my job was done  
and I could get down to my real pleasure  
shooting dope  
 
cooking it, loading the rig  
waiting for it to register  
and slam, release riding the elevator all the way down  
 
into oblivion's arms  
then off to next man  
dope is a demon with a gaping maw  
 
always demanding to be fed  
a beast, a task master  
fuck, shoot dope, wash and repeat  
 
then came the Methadone days  
hazy days that I can barely remember  
I came to love that demon too  
 
no longer fucking for cash  
I became a zombie lost in the fog  
it made me crazy in the end  
 
all the damage i'd done  
strapped to a table  
poison dripping into my veins  
 
these were the lonely days  
Crim had deserted me  
I wasn't tough anymore  
 
screaming obscenities to hell  
Crim's parting words were come  
get this bitch before I rip her in two  
 
as I lay there struggling with my restraints  
pissing on myself because the docs didn't give a shit  
too afraid of me to let me up I guess  
 
Brenda is the tender side of me  
who still takes shelter in Crim's shade  
like a butterfly struggling with it's cocoon  
 
I am trying to emerge  
but I still like to drink  
love sex rough and dirty  
 
i'm trying to find myself really  
on this trip this journey  
it's led me many places  
 
made me who I am  
 

Im a paranoid knight
Who favours the pen over the sword
Ill make you laugh and cry
With well placed word
My blood is red
Ill say anything
For a  warm bed
I like a drink
I like a drink
I like a drink
And i like to think

Well done guy, well done.

Twisted mind

So I write these poems, to express how I am.
Honestly it just shows how twisted I am.
My life is just a story, with many twist and turns.
Turns or twists, or just how my mind unfolds.
Twisted much, and I don’t give two fucks.
I rather it be twisted, than boring like sitting ducks.
But as I think, I have one person in mind.
Where my true feelings begin to unwind.
 He makes me feel so special, it just rocks my mind
Sometimes I’m so twisted, I have dreams with him hittin it from behind.
But enough about that, I’ll save that for another time.
Just know this, I’m gonna make this boy mine.
So my mind unfolds, and the truth is told .
Now this is the end of this twisted poem.

I am the man who cries
I am painfully shy

I am invisible on the street
Talk to me I don’t repeat

I hold to many scars
From loving from afar

Associates I have many
Friends I don’t have any

I have a lot of pride
So I came here to hide

I want to fly with birds
Instead I play with words

I know I’m not a star
I know I won’t go far

I thought writing this would set me free
Instead I find it hurts me


I know I’m not a poet
So why the hell do I do it?

Thank you to all those who have shared thus far!