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Poetry competition CLOSED 7th November 2016 00:37am
WINNER
thepositivelydark
thepositivelydark
Take a walk on the wild side
GEMINI
Extremely thin
is the line between
reality and dreams.
Naked flesh
which parts are mine
which parts are his?
I like it when I don't have to let you know
You already do,
our lives are true
but just a show.
Just turn to me
we wannna love each other more
I ask you
what is it in me that you fell for?
Just hold me
to perform a perfect play
I adore you cause we think in the same way.
Extremely fragile
is the wall between our minds
Don't be afraid
I won't be either
at least, most times
I don't want much
just give me what I have to own
In a cosmic hate
A carmic unexcepted love is born
Just hug me
we wanna touch each other more
Through waves and hardships
you're the best to travel for
Just count on me
I'll never leave you alone
But baby please
don't take advantage of my love shown
Extremely thin is the line between our minds
Some brains communicate better
at least most times
They talk about chemistry
within our hearts
When you run into mine
you made yours all of its parts
Extremely thin
is the line between
reality and dreams.
Naked flesh
which parts are mine
which parts are his?
I like it when I don't have to let you know
You already do,
our lives are true
but just a show.
Just turn to me
we wannna love each other more
I ask you
what is it in me that you fell for?
Just hold me
to perform a perfect play
I adore you cause we think in the same way.
Extremely fragile
is the wall between our minds
Don't be afraid
I won't be either
at least, most times
I don't want much
just give me what I have to own
In a cosmic hate
A carmic unexcepted love is born
Just hug me
we wanna touch each other more
Through waves and hardships
you're the best to travel for
Just count on me
I'll never leave you alone
But baby please
don't take advantage of my love shown
Extremely thin is the line between our minds
Some brains communicate better
at least most times
They talk about chemistry
within our hearts
When you run into mine
you made yours all of its parts
NEON EUPHORIA
There's something about walking through a dark night lit by neon. The cold air bites to remind you that there are just days to go, days to go, before you say goodbye to the year. The same old year as before. Stagnant. Unchanging.
She entered her favorite diner, the music from within pulling her in. It's always the electric guitars, a good bass, sex rock-and-roll that does it. She can't see the band through the throng of people; she was a little thing at 5 ft and always tripping.
It was a younger crowd, and you can just feel the angst, the rebellion, the raging hormones and lust waiting to be sated, propelled by the vocalist's every word, every growl.
She wanted to be wild.
She wanted to be untamed.
And the echoes and beats almost made her believe that she can. So she closed her eyes, kept tight fists to her sides to prevent them from wandering over skin.
Then it wasn't enough. She needed to see the owner of the voice, the cadence and tones dripping frustration and sex, she needs to see if it's his own fingers playing the strings - electric shocking skin, she NEEDS.
So she fought her way to see, and as she sang the words back to the boy in front, he granted her a smile and a wink. Her body granted him a shiver. And as the music rose, and rose, and rose...she shut her lids again, smiling in the dark, pink neon lights dancing on her face.
And the song was winding down. And she loved the way 'fuck' escaped his lips so she raised her arms up and swayed her hips.
The last not trilled, and the crowd cheered. She stood still with a serene smile, arms never going down. Until she heard a whisper on her ear, felt a chaste touch on her waist. An invitation...and goddammit she was going.
She had her first kiss while pressed up against the wall of a stranger's bedroom. Her skinny jeans clad legs wrapped around
his waist, Converse high tops digging, pulling, closer. Her tongue...having the first taste of another.
As she shed her clothes, she told herself that she's now shedding her lame existence, and would be born anew in any 'little deaths' he can give her. Something told her it will be a lot.
Bodies took beats, and moans became melody, and there was pain, there was pleasure - with the first thrust, the first blood. The euphoria ends with sighs, sweat, and shared breaths, pinky white dripping down thighs. Pink as the neon lights.
There's something about walking through a dark night lit by neon. The cold air bites to remind you that there are just days to go, days to go, before you say goodbye to the year. The same old year as before. Stagnant. Unchanging.
She entered her favorite diner, the music from within pulling her in. It's always the electric guitars, a good bass, sex rock-and-roll that does it. She can't see the band through the throng of people; she was a little thing at 5 ft and always tripping.
It was a younger crowd, and you can just feel the angst, the rebellion, the raging hormones and lust waiting to be sated, propelled by the vocalist's every word, every growl.
She wanted to be wild.
She wanted to be untamed.
And the echoes and beats almost made her believe that she can. So she closed her eyes, kept tight fists to her sides to prevent them from wandering over skin.
Then it wasn't enough. She needed to see the owner of the voice, the cadence and tones dripping frustration and sex, she needs to see if it's his own fingers playing the strings - electric shocking skin, she NEEDS.
So she fought her way to see, and as she sang the words back to the boy in front, he granted her a smile and a wink. Her body granted him a shiver. And as the music rose, and rose, and rose...she shut her lids again, smiling in the dark, pink neon lights dancing on her face.
And the song was winding down. And she loved the way 'fuck' escaped his lips so she raised her arms up and swayed her hips.
The last not trilled, and the crowd cheered. She stood still with a serene smile, arms never going down. Until she heard a whisper on her ear, felt a chaste touch on her waist. An invitation...and goddammit she was going.
She had her first kiss while pressed up against the wall of a stranger's bedroom. Her skinny jeans clad legs wrapped around
his waist, Converse high tops digging, pulling, closer. Her tongue...having the first taste of another.
As she shed her clothes, she told herself that she's now shedding her lame existence, and would be born anew in any 'little deaths' he can give her. Something told her it will be a lot.
Bodies took beats, and moans became melody, and there was pain, there was pleasure - with the first thrust, the first blood. The euphoria ends with sighs, sweat, and shared breaths, pinky white dripping down thighs. Pink as the neon lights.
Bedroom Eyes
Why do we dance with bedroom eyes,
shutters wide open to sky?
Searching for that in between,
the touchstone of what should be.
I am now revealed to the world
in this moment of openness.
Perhaps you feel the same as well,
for your eyes hold nothing back.
Somewhere there I'll find myself,
the piece of me far behind
during the journey's struggle
that brought me to this shore.
Before the dance I was lost,
traveling the lands far away,
unreconciled with the others
found there on the dusty trail.
So many partners looked away
unable to return my gaze.
I was diminished a little bit
each time I did not exist.
The world became inhospitable,
impersonal became the norm
as my vision turned to the sky
and the stars began to fade.
In that place I was nearly lost,
the lights gone out all around.
The dance saved my immortal soul,
in that place I found your face.
The spotlight found its mark,
resting on the unexpected,
fated partner of circumstance,
the one that I dance with now.
The shutters have been opened,
the sky shattered with God's light.
Recognition of shared humanity
brings me back from the fade.
The dance will be secondary,
the backdrop to the main event.
My soul now safely resting
in the arms of bedroom eyes.
Why do we dance with bedroom eyes,
shutters wide open to sky?
Searching for that in between,
the touchstone of what should be.
I am now revealed to the world
in this moment of openness.
Perhaps you feel the same as well,
for your eyes hold nothing back.
Somewhere there I'll find myself,
the piece of me far behind
during the journey's struggle
that brought me to this shore.
Before the dance I was lost,
traveling the lands far away,
unreconciled with the others
found there on the dusty trail.
So many partners looked away
unable to return my gaze.
I was diminished a little bit
each time I did not exist.
The world became inhospitable,
impersonal became the norm
as my vision turned to the sky
and the stars began to fade.
In that place I was nearly lost,
the lights gone out all around.
The dance saved my immortal soul,
in that place I found your face.
The spotlight found its mark,
resting on the unexpected,
fated partner of circumstance,
the one that I dance with now.
The shutters have been opened,
the sky shattered with God's light.
Recognition of shared humanity
brings me back from the fade.
The dance will be secondary,
the backdrop to the main event.
My soul now safely resting
in the arms of bedroom eyes.
I really enjoyed writing for this competition. I send you love... 
