Poetry competition CLOSED 19th November 2016 8:30pm
WINNER
personanongrata (Astral Gift)
personanongrata (Astral Gift)
I wanna fly soHIGH
A insatiable need over a dust of torture
I want it all mine, to scoot through my veins,
trapped inside them, sent to every edge of my body.
Its warmth and dream colors and dreams given are surreal
Give me more and more
Let it kill me, drain me, burn me
At last.
My desk is covered from its majesty
Round little hills like a desert of illusion in love
Peace in my sight
Empty is my mind
A little glass and a little plastic are my precious friends
The hills are changing forms with me to be the storm
Feeling sick in not an excuse to stop inhaling, boiling and falling deeper to
a unreal conscious state of mind.
Time looses its tempo and authority on my thoughts and totally stops.
In search of the ancient wise time teller and his light, the sun
But the windows are shut
The heat is off but the entire room is melting to another dimension.
My head is lied across the white desert on my desk,
a meteor of gluttony representation
The red bloody road shows the way to my respiration organs
My efforts to get up are pointless
They are after my soul,
but
pointless
It's already given
Like a bleeding groom, I stare into terror itself, still.
I want it all mine, to scoot through my veins,
trapped inside them, sent to every edge of my body.
Its warmth and dream colors and dreams given are surreal
Give me more and more
Let it kill me, drain me, burn me
At last.
My desk is covered from its majesty
Round little hills like a desert of illusion in love
Peace in my sight
Empty is my mind
A little glass and a little plastic are my precious friends
The hills are changing forms with me to be the storm
Feeling sick in not an excuse to stop inhaling, boiling and falling deeper to
a unreal conscious state of mind.
Time looses its tempo and authority on my thoughts and totally stops.
In search of the ancient wise time teller and his light, the sun
But the windows are shut
The heat is off but the entire room is melting to another dimension.
My head is lied across the white desert on my desk,
a meteor of gluttony representation
The red bloody road shows the way to my respiration organs
My efforts to get up are pointless
They are after my soul,
but
pointless
It's already given
Like a bleeding groom, I stare into terror itself, still.
Anonymous
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snuffed
strikes the match
smelling of vinegar
tar melting in the spoon
wait for it to register
then all the way down
to the bottom floor
the devil greets you
"are you feeling good Crimsin?"
nodding out on a cum stained mattress
in a sleazy motel room
porno playing non stop on the t.v.
dirty days I can still feel them
crawling on my skin
festering thoughts
boil to the surface
I don't miss that itch
though I still feel it
"come Crimsin take a taste"
remembering the numb
the blackout bliss
druggie days
ripping and running
the heartbeat of the street
still thrums in my heart
head to the pavement
hearing it's siren call
"come get lost"
in the land of forgotten
this train will derail
next stop death
strikes the match
smelling of vinegar
tar melting in the spoon
wait for it to register
then all the way down
to the bottom floor
the devil greets you
"are you feeling good Crimsin?"
nodding out on a cum stained mattress
in a sleazy motel room
porno playing non stop on the t.v.
dirty days I can still feel them
crawling on my skin
festering thoughts
boil to the surface
I don't miss that itch
though I still feel it
"come Crimsin take a taste"
remembering the numb
the blackout bliss
druggie days
ripping and running
the heartbeat of the street
still thrums in my heart
head to the pavement
hearing it's siren call
"come get lost"
in the land of forgotten
this train will derail
next stop death
crimsin said:snuffed
strikes the match
smelling of vinegar
tar melting in the spoon
wait for it to register
then all the way down
to the bottom floor
the devil greets you
"are you feeling good Crimsin?"
nodding out on a cum stained mattress
in a sleazy motel room
porno playing non stop on the t.v.
dirty days I can still feel them
crawling on my skin
festering thoughts
boil to the surface
I don't miss that itch
though I still feel it
"come Crimsin take a taste"
remembering the numb
the blackout bliss
druggie days
ripping and running
the heartbeat of the street
still thrums in my heart
head to the pavement
hearing it's siren call
"come get lost"
in the land of forgotten
this train will derail
next stop death
My word dats rawhard ruff and whicked my word.... Trippy as furtked
strikes the match
smelling of vinegar
tar melting in the spoon
wait for it to register
then all the way down
to the bottom floor
the devil greets you
"are you feeling good Crimsin?"
nodding out on a cum stained mattress
in a sleazy motel room
porno playing non stop on the t.v.
dirty days I can still feel them
crawling on my skin
festering thoughts
boil to the surface
I don't miss that itch
though I still feel it
"come Crimsin take a taste"
remembering the numb
the blackout bliss
druggie days
ripping and running
the heartbeat of the street
still thrums in my heart
head to the pavement
hearing it's siren call
"come get lost"
in the land of forgotten
this train will derail
next stop death
My word dats rawhard ruff and whicked my word.... Trippy as furtked
CRACK CAT
We cracked with killers,
starred in broken mirrors,
straw popped the Evian. Tears
Of strangers shared like wine.
Forgotten how and forgotten where
the misplaced this and that.
The kitten at my feet;
shitting at my feet.
The kitten was called Satan,
would shit in the middle of our bed,
Shared with the tears of strangers.
The blind closed the blinds.
The kitten was confusion,
a road to where now cat.
Now here was nowhere to.
Now here was know where to.
As evil heaped on good,
funny now to tell
from hell I looked to Heaven
but from Heaven I can see no Hell
We cracked with killers,
starred in broken mirrors,
straw popped the Evian. Tears
Of strangers shared like wine.
Forgotten how and forgotten where
the misplaced this and that.
The kitten at my feet;
shitting at my feet.
The kitten was called Satan,
would shit in the middle of our bed,
Shared with the tears of strangers.
The blind closed the blinds.
The kitten was confusion,
a road to where now cat.
Now here was nowhere to.
Now here was know where to.
As evil heaped on good,
funny now to tell
from hell I looked to Heaven
but from Heaven I can see no Hell
DRINK
Bring in the wine
Green shoots on broken trees
A whispering breeze of past glories
On this river sublime.
Sing in the dusk
That brought us together
A table of friends
A shaky hand clasping yours.
Tremble words, lengthen minutes.
A wine of water born
A cask in shadows
Divining these stumbling prayers.
Oh bring the wine
Unravel trammelled rails
A constellation drawn on stars
A verse held in rhyme
When the sea
Beckons a wind in our sails
Bring in the wine
Green shoots on broken trees
A whispering breeze of past glories
On this river sublime.
Sing in the dusk
That brought us together
A table of friends
A shaky hand clasping yours.
Tremble words, lengthen minutes.
A wine of water born
A cask in shadows
Divining these stumbling prayers.
Oh bring the wine
Unravel trammelled rails
A constellation drawn on stars
A verse held in rhyme
When the sea
Beckons a wind in our sails
zand
city he licks the slick machine
with less wit than an apple knows
witnessly she watched the hole
beside the news-stand world in woe falls .
i walk the ruminants of this
Ai hei i talk Finnish to finches
oh hello
the fishes speak Yiddish for show
in the petstore window at twentyfifth.
bang O them dirty clams boyo
first left foot right red second handed
patti i been down there in birdland too,
does you really pally dig to know?
post-american
i will not star in your suicide
got a pan here
i cook my own.
midweek i snatched a crow or magpie maybe
from the creek it was angelique
i scratched bulbs with its little beak
into my eye-balls so now they glow.
backwards into the front of my hand
so to speak
i slid its feet off at the hips in twain
cause even fear cannot stand the rain
with legs in absence nor brain for balance to blame.
yoho oh Run with me yo-ho
girlo boyo
through the loose sand
right thru the surf we go
like a river of glass in sequins flows
its slivers seek the same
shards into shards slipping into
sequencing all tomorrows shame.
my soul ought straightaway tremble
menial with sound of gun
illuminating these tasks smiling numb
swimming images of pain it dumbs,
but in zmoke and zand it astounds!
O medico by zounds and zounds
(some better than his value is )
like the cum runs rivers down
dithers down my sleeve too
it shimmers upon the ground
it drools into pools like glue
archipelagos of blue you know
it turns into leaves and blows yellow
the city he sucks low
she sucks that slink wind slow.
city he licks the slick machine
with less wit than an apple knows
witnessly she watched the hole
beside the news-stand world in woe falls .
i walk the ruminants of this
Ai hei i talk Finnish to finches
oh hello
the fishes speak Yiddish for show
in the petstore window at twentyfifth.
bang O them dirty clams boyo
first left foot right red second handed
patti i been down there in birdland too,
does you really pally dig to know?
post-american
i will not star in your suicide
got a pan here
i cook my own.
midweek i snatched a crow or magpie maybe
from the creek it was angelique
i scratched bulbs with its little beak
into my eye-balls so now they glow.
backwards into the front of my hand
so to speak
i slid its feet off at the hips in twain
cause even fear cannot stand the rain
with legs in absence nor brain for balance to blame.
yoho oh Run with me yo-ho
girlo boyo
through the loose sand
right thru the surf we go
like a river of glass in sequins flows
its slivers seek the same
shards into shards slipping into
sequencing all tomorrows shame.
my soul ought straightaway tremble
menial with sound of gun
illuminating these tasks smiling numb
swimming images of pain it dumbs,
but in zmoke and zand it astounds!
O medico by zounds and zounds
(some better than his value is )
like the cum runs rivers down
dithers down my sleeve too
it shimmers upon the ground
it drools into pools like glue
archipelagos of blue you know
it turns into leaves and blows yellow
the city he sucks low
she sucks that slink wind slow.
So... I wrote this pretty much right after a smoke of DMT, for those of you who don't know what that is - have a google! Those of you who do know or, really, those of you who have tried it will know that it's impossible to do absolutely anything other than gawp and stare at the most beautiful version of everything or get sucked into a rabbits hole of wonder with your eyes closed for the whole 10-15 min experience, though the trip stays with you for weeks after. Right after some dmt you are still under it's effects for say... 10 minutes? Ok so i wrote this after about 15 mins as I was still so stunned and in awe! Does that count?
Dimethyltriptamine Dream
My DMT oh how she speaks to me! Things unseen places we've never been, kaleidoscope rainbows, mountains in full glow, dimensional cubes and rotating tubes, the creatures they know their generating the rhythm and flow, be an observer and the gods will serve ya, have pure intentions and ask relevant questions, your not there to self-serve your on a learning curve of your self worth, connect with the spirits and spit it out like new lyrics. Spinning wheels and strange automobiles, looking in the light till it gets too bright, with nowhere else to focus while you're in their telescope of whirling and winding till you see yourself finding the end of the tunnel the universe drains like a funnel like a black hole and if you reached your goal before you hit home you'll never fear the unknown....
Dimethyltriptamine Dream
My DMT oh how she speaks to me! Things unseen places we've never been, kaleidoscope rainbows, mountains in full glow, dimensional cubes and rotating tubes, the creatures they know their generating the rhythm and flow, be an observer and the gods will serve ya, have pure intentions and ask relevant questions, your not there to self-serve your on a learning curve of your self worth, connect with the spirits and spit it out like new lyrics. Spinning wheels and strange automobiles, looking in the light till it gets too bright, with nowhere else to focus while you're in their telescope of whirling and winding till you see yourself finding the end of the tunnel the universe drains like a funnel like a black hole and if you reached your goal before you hit home you'll never fear the unknown....
Anonymous
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To Poetry Drunk
To poetry drunk is an interesting affair
the origins of such even more so,
perhaps it was the hour, day, or minute,
all that it doesn't matter when the I'm drunken.
A bottle of wine, a quatrain of words,
such is the fruit of imbibing pursuits,
spew the words of poetry extraneous
and hold forth the actual vomitous.
Tip the cup, before it is empty,
imbibe the beverage, fermented so fine.
Write some more poetry, string it along,
drink another cup, drink some more.
To poetry drunk is an interesting affair
the origins of such even more so,
perhaps it was the hour, day, or minute,
all that it doesn't matter when the I'm drunken.
A bottle of wine, a quatrain of words,
such is the fruit of imbibing pursuits,
spew the words of poetry extraneous
and hold forth the actual vomitous.
Tip the cup, before it is empty,
imbibe the beverage, fermented so fine.
Write some more poetry, string it along,
drink another cup, drink some more.
Whiskey Verses
The bottle shades me in darkness
whiskey shadows, caress and kiss
with glassy eyes I look out at the world
Seeing a skewed version of things as they are
mellowed out I sink into my seat
slipping sideways
As I spill my ink, drinking you off my mind
it was never meant to be even when
we we're talking of sex and seduction
I knew it was doomed to start with
you wanted what I couldn't give
being married
Truly i'm in love
but I've fallen under poets spells
more times than I can count
As I take another shot, smoke another cigarette
put my mouth around the whiskey revolver
and die a little more
i'm an alcoholic whore
happiest when i'm being a slut
a cunt, having poetic verses pissed
down my throat, I swallow
not wanting to waste a drop
Fuck what is my point?
Stringing out this poem
like the strung out junkie I am
addicted to your heat
Why do I like it so rough?
When there are open arms to embrace me
I played my hand
Though I always had a tell
spilling my thoughts like the liquor I drink
Where is the whore in me
in love with my pimp again I see
the one's that have been the cruelest
Have always made my blood boil
treat me kindly and I run away
I love to play
Though it's the predatory type
I lust after strong and hard
smashing me into the ground
Taking another drink i'll
end this poem
the midnight cigarette
is burning low and so am I
The bottle shades me in darkness
whiskey shadows, caress and kiss
with glassy eyes I look out at the world
Seeing a skewed version of things as they are
mellowed out I sink into my seat
slipping sideways
As I spill my ink, drinking you off my mind
it was never meant to be even when
we we're talking of sex and seduction
I knew it was doomed to start with
you wanted what I couldn't give
being married
Truly i'm in love
but I've fallen under poets spells
more times than I can count
As I take another shot, smoke another cigarette
put my mouth around the whiskey revolver
and die a little more
i'm an alcoholic whore
happiest when i'm being a slut
a cunt, having poetic verses pissed
down my throat, I swallow
not wanting to waste a drop
Fuck what is my point?
Stringing out this poem
like the strung out junkie I am
addicted to your heat
Why do I like it so rough?
When there are open arms to embrace me
I played my hand
Though I always had a tell
spilling my thoughts like the liquor I drink
Where is the whore in me
in love with my pimp again I see
the one's that have been the cruelest
Have always made my blood boil
treat me kindly and I run away
I love to play
Though it's the predatory type
I lust after strong and hard
smashing me into the ground
Taking another drink i'll
end this poem
the midnight cigarette
is burning low and so am I
