Poetry competition CLOSED 26th January 2017 4:10am
WINNER
gardenlover
gardenlover
RUNNER-UP:
case28
Upsidedown glass of water
imposters
there's no blind watchman
biding time for the atlantean comeback
there are no vulgar waiters
coughing up lungs stuffed with oysters
ejaculating strings of pearls
before bidding one: bon appétit
there's no pseudo jesus snake-spear charmer
riding on a splintered see-saw romance to some
arpeggio royal damnation
and there are no infomercials
starring selfless-preachers
calling out those
sadomasochistic anglo buddhist fucks
no, there are mere imposters
mocking shadows cast by angels
till they plummet to the ground
written by Alexander Case
Anonymous
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Nice Try
Fresh blood is hard to swallow
inside my skull, I feel hollow.
Hands still cling to lifeless threads
eyes still hazy with a million reds.
There's not much left to care about
when you're dead and not devout.
Angels grin and tear you to shreds
and drag you underneath children's beds.
Gods all live and laugh and sing
silencing words so you can't hear a thing
living in black and white and grey
it's times like these you start to pray.
Congrats, though. You're still dead!
Try again and they'll take your head
So be a good soul and come this way
you'll be let out when the walls decay.
inside my skull, I feel hollow.
Hands still cling to lifeless threads
eyes still hazy with a million reds.
There's not much left to care about
when you're dead and not devout.
Angels grin and tear you to shreds
and drag you underneath children's beds.
Gods all live and laugh and sing
silencing words so you can't hear a thing
living in black and white and grey
it's times like these you start to pray.
Congrats, though. You're still dead!
Try again and they'll take your head
So be a good soul and come this way
you'll be let out when the walls decay.
Written by DarkPandorasKnight
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surreal
do not linger here,
time is too precious.
do not be misguided
by the evasiveness, serene & shallow;
it may have incalculable depth.
not to engulf, nor consume,
but to allow luxurious breath.
all of our world & our universe
may sojourn here:
all that is unfathomable,
all that we yearn to fathom.
upon its untenable road, we may stumble.
if we gaze at its far horizon,
& do not see art
(as we perceive it)
would we turn away?
we come here merely to explore.
what we find, we may keep.
it has no value,
except what we ascribe to it.
Dad
what is fake news
any news
that tells the truth son
but why dad
why
because son
if I start to listen
to the truth
I will start to understand
how ignorant
I really am
and its best
for you to son
to listen to
fake news
why dad
because son
if you don't
you will begin to see
the promise I broke
the day you were born
that I intended to keep
but that promise
I made
the day
you were born
is a promise
that's easier to fake
so long
as you believe
what you see on T.V
you will always
be free
from the pain of the truth
that bitter sweet taste
that the freedom
of your future
is to hard
to create
what is fake news
any news
that tells the truth son
but why dad
why
because son
if I start to listen
to the truth
I will start to understand
how ignorant
I really am
and its best
for you to son
to listen to
fake news
why dad
because son
if you don't
you will begin to see
the promise I broke
the day you were born
that I intended to keep
but that promise
I made
the day
you were born
is a promise
that's easier to fake
so long
as you believe
what you see on T.V
you will always
be free
from the pain of the truth
that bitter sweet taste
that the freedom
of your future
is to hard
to create
Vacation
Family holidays can be fun
A jolly time for everyone
As soon as it starts to rain
The main purpose becomes so plain
You thought the holiday was for rest
Leisure time at its best
But a wet holiday is a means to show
How to appreciate the home you know
Family holidays can be fun
A jolly time for everyone
As soon as it starts to rain
The main purpose becomes so plain
You thought the holiday was for rest
Leisure time at its best
But a wet holiday is a means to show
How to appreciate the home you know
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Invite from the Non-Cis
Please accept this nomenclature
this designation of separation
meant to illustrate you from me
clarifying what I'm meant to be.
The cis I ask you to accept
is a prefix of union combined
between body and gender identity
in the summation of the human one.
Male and male, female and female
these are cis perception and body type.
The same, matching, identical,
one alternative of the human.
The non-cis I ask you to accept
is the prefix of a civil war.
The body and gender identity
differs in binary consistency.
I use war not as a declaration
of wrongness or strife in the human body.
Instead it defines a difference between
biology and the gender of the luminary.
Here is the hardest to understand
the crux of why I beg for peace.
There are two indulgences I ask of you
each is crucial to empathy I wish to share.
The non-cis state is an always place
it matters not what clothes are worn or where.
Identity matters not with makeup graced or not
it is who I am even though the body disagrees.
The ones that I find attractive is not dependent
on what you see or what I realize I am to be.
This may confuse you that much more
labels struggle when it comes to me.
In the end I'll be non-cis and you a cis
it is who I am and who you see yourself to be.
The words are meant to be a bridge explaining
the humanity shared different yet the same.
Invite from the Non-Cis
Please accept this nomenclature
this designation of separation
meant to illustrate you from me
clarifying what I'm meant to be.
The cis I ask you to accept
is a prefix of union combined
between body and gender identity
in the summation of the human one.
Male and male, female and female
these are cis perception and body type.
The same, matching, identical,
one alternative of the human.
The non-cis I ask you to accept
is the prefix of a civil war.
The body and gender identity
differs in binary consistency.
I use war not as a declaration
of wrongness or strife in the human body.
Instead it defines a difference between
biology and the gender of the luminary.
Here is the hardest to understand
the crux of why I beg for peace.
There are two indulgences I ask of you
each is crucial to empathy I wish to share.
The non-cis state is an always place
it matters not what clothes are worn or where.
Identity matters not with makeup graced or not
it is who I am even though the body disagrees.
The ones that I find attractive is not dependent
on what you see or what I realize I am to be.
This may confuse you that much more
labels struggle when it comes to me.
In the end I'll be non-cis and you a cis
it is who I am and who you see yourself to be.
The words are meant to be a bridge explaining
the humanity shared different yet the same.
Mattress days
....here I lay...day after day ...in this dank, dusky, dimly lit room.....why is it my fate to be a mattress in a whore house? I wasn't bad,still have my tag....over & over....like the devil's deja vu....2&1/2 to 3 minutes of sweaty ass & him bouncing on top of her like some old fart on a trampoline...followed by the spillage of a.used condom ..or too much lube...all day, every day, they change the sheets on occasion but not me, noooo ....box wine fiasco's ...cigarette burns ...i have seen it all....sometimes when i think i just can't take it i daydream about being .........In the showroom...at a furniture store...all made up nice with the corners and fluffy pillows....fresh air on my crisp linens...people just touch me, fondle me....think of me as their lustful playground...sometimes, late at night teenage couples would break in and make mad passionate love on me....so beautiful...I wouldn't mind that mess....or the bed of some adolescent girl...who's daddy won't even let boys near her room...hang with the stuffed animals and listen to her write about some boy....I Love Tommy Holwer...Mrs. Tommy Holwer...on everything....ahhh, the madness....If I could i would hang myself...but i don't know how to go about doing that....so for now i just have to lay here & take it....like a mattress.
....here I lay...day after day ...in this dank, dusky, dimly lit room.....why is it my fate to be a mattress in a whore house? I wasn't bad,still have my tag....over & over....like the devil's deja vu....2&1/2 to 3 minutes of sweaty ass & him bouncing on top of her like some old fart on a trampoline...followed by the spillage of a.used condom ..or too much lube...all day, every day, they change the sheets on occasion but not me, noooo ....box wine fiasco's ...cigarette burns ...i have seen it all....sometimes when i think i just can't take it i daydream about being .........In the showroom...at a furniture store...all made up nice with the corners and fluffy pillows....fresh air on my crisp linens...people just touch me, fondle me....think of me as their lustful playground...sometimes, late at night teenage couples would break in and make mad passionate love on me....so beautiful...I wouldn't mind that mess....or the bed of some adolescent girl...who's daddy won't even let boys near her room...hang with the stuffed animals and listen to her write about some boy....I Love Tommy Holwer...Mrs. Tommy Holwer...on everything....ahhh, the madness....If I could i would hang myself...but i don't know how to go about doing that....so for now i just have to lay here & take it....like a mattress.
Relationships challenging they are
Times are tough cry you can
do nothing never do
at fault I am
disagree you cannot
if you do a lie it is
knows the boulevard does
to the block bring I noise
many times screamed you did
before speak you of I one word
understand let me you did
continue our friendship let's
enemies we cannot continue
to be the same we are
jealousy the legacy must not
agree do you?
Apologize we should
big egos we have
difficult it may be
grow never apart let's
to you my all I gave
from scratch start we should
learned I have
to forgive you have not
the blame I took
broken heart have I
beginning of ending this is
tried we did, work out not
today happiness I call
tomorrow sadness I'll feel.
Times are tough cry you can
do nothing never do
at fault I am
disagree you cannot
if you do a lie it is
knows the boulevard does
to the block bring I noise
many times screamed you did
before speak you of I one word
understand let me you did
continue our friendship let's
enemies we cannot continue
to be the same we are
jealousy the legacy must not
agree do you?
Apologize we should
big egos we have
difficult it may be
grow never apart let's
to you my all I gave
from scratch start we should
learned I have
to forgive you have not
the blame I took
broken heart have I
beginning of ending this is
tried we did, work out not
today happiness I call
tomorrow sadness I'll feel.
Azrael and the Renegade
Drop him, Azrael said,
It’s the way it has to be,
No, the other one responded,
I can’t do that to this baby.
It has to be done, Azrael added,
You know it has been commanded,
It’s my responsibility to do so, so,
It must be done as HE demanded.
But the renegade angel stood at the cliff,
Child cradled in arms, he spread his wings,
He will become a great man you’ll see,
He will become more powerful than all earthly kings.
Azrael stood ready to strike them both down,
Or throw the child alive into the precipice,
But the renegade angel suddenly took flight,
For the child would one day serve his purpose.
So Azrael watched him fly away, child in hands,
That day he failed to do his duty and take control
But little Adolf would grow up to be a mass murderer,
And that gave Azrael more work to do in taking souls.
Drop him, Azrael said,
It’s the way it has to be,
No, the other one responded,
I can’t do that to this baby.
It has to be done, Azrael added,
You know it has been commanded,
It’s my responsibility to do so, so,
It must be done as HE demanded.
But the renegade angel stood at the cliff,
Child cradled in arms, he spread his wings,
He will become a great man you’ll see,
He will become more powerful than all earthly kings.
Azrael stood ready to strike them both down,
Or throw the child alive into the precipice,
But the renegade angel suddenly took flight,
For the child would one day serve his purpose.
So Azrael watched him fly away, child in hands,
That day he failed to do his duty and take control
But little Adolf would grow up to be a mass murderer,
And that gave Azrael more work to do in taking souls.
