Poetry competition CLOSED 1st February 2017 2:00am
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Pure Rage Rampage
Poetry Contest Description
i want all the anger and pain bottled up inside all of your heads you can finally release your darksides
heres an example
rage
please help me understand
so i can turn the page
they say im sweet as pie
but all i feel is rage
i feel rage against myself
hell yeah i feel it like no other
its has me saying fuck the world
while i feel rage against my brother
i tried to look into the future
but the hate heat fogged my glasses up
all i see is me
and im drinking from your bitter cup
oh god please help me understand it
i hate this motherfucking planet
and i swear i didn't fucking plan this
i swear that only lord knows
i wonder what is wrong with me
i feel like anything go's its got to be insanity
i cant get past this stage
i cant seem to find the way
i can't flip the fucking page
because im tripping on this
RAGE
rage
please help me understand
so i can turn the page
they say im sweet as pie
but all i feel is rage
i feel rage against myself
hell yeah i feel it like no other
its has me saying fuck the world
while i feel rage against my brother
i tried to look into the future
but the hate heat fogged my glasses up
all i see is me
and im drinking from your bitter cup
oh god please help me understand it
i hate this motherfucking planet
and i swear i didn't fucking plan this
i swear that only lord knows
i wonder what is wrong with me
i feel like anything go's its got to be insanity
i cant get past this stage
i cant seem to find the way
i can't flip the fucking page
because im tripping on this
RAGE
MAD
I'm so pissed off right now
I could spit bullets
Fart fireworks, shit bricks
And spew sulfuric acid
I'm so livid with anger
My eyes are bloodshot
My pupils are pinholes
My breath is rancid
I'm damn angry right now
I'm foaming at the mouth
I'm seething with clenched teeth
I'm blood thirsty rabid
I'm so furious
That I cannot recall
The reason I ever got mad
At all
My knuckles miss the feeling of your jagged fucking teeth
I am sure you know the pain I hold is directly for you to chew and eat
Your personality is weightless
And your name carries no merit
I hope you know how you've fucked up
Because I'm not coming over to explain
I am sure you know the pain I hold is directly for you to chew and eat
Your personality is weightless
And your name carries no merit
I hope you know how you've fucked up
Because I'm not coming over to explain
Quick punch to the face to bring you down
Can you bleed enough to fucking drown
With my angry claws
Pull the flesh from your jaws
While you cry while you scream
I sing a wonderful dream
Pull out your eyes pack the holes full of dirt
You think this is bad you're just starting to hurt
Relax its a long time until you're dead
I'm not even finished fucking your head..
Can you bleed enough to fucking drown
With my angry claws
Pull the flesh from your jaws
While you cry while you scream
I sing a wonderful dream
Pull out your eyes pack the holes full of dirt
You think this is bad you're just starting to hurt
Relax its a long time until you're dead
I'm not even finished fucking your head..
Demons Within
Immured within walls of flesh and bone
It raves, rages, and craves
Screaming and scratching at the halls of its home
A beast wide awake…
Caged
Sullen, stretched, starved, segregated, separated
Inimically Isolated
Cravings curbed by its captor
The damned demons’ desires deserted
While its captor awaits impatiently for the rapture
Capitulation surely could be reverted
Undetermined
Wait, work, wonder, wish, wail
To no avail
The beast which resides inside calls and cries
All of which die on deaf ears
Captor can’t wait until the beast dies
The beast curses its captor and his fears
A once unified mind
Torn asunder
Benevolent and benign
Dragged down under
Insane
Beaten, bent, battered, bruised, broken
Ripped open
It raves, rages, and craves
Screaming and scratching at the halls of its home
A beast wide awake…
Caged
Sullen, stretched, starved, segregated, separated
Inimically Isolated
Cravings curbed by its captor
The damned demons’ desires deserted
While its captor awaits impatiently for the rapture
Capitulation surely could be reverted
Undetermined
Wait, work, wonder, wish, wail
To no avail
The beast which resides inside calls and cries
All of which die on deaf ears
Captor can’t wait until the beast dies
The beast curses its captor and his fears
A once unified mind
Torn asunder
Benevolent and benign
Dragged down under
Insane
Beaten, bent, battered, bruised, broken
Ripped open
Written by Chaoticwayz
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I have so much shit on my mind,
That I can't seem to think straight.
Fury has made me beyond unkind
My life is fueled by rage and hate.
I'm seeing red and about to go postal,
I'm bipolar and I've stopped my meds.
I'm having homicidal deranged tendencies,
Like wanting to chop off a few fucking heads.
Everywhere that I go my madness comes out.
I feel like I could go insane and kill everyone,
I hold myself back but my rage holds much clout,
I'm homicidal and more lethal than a loaded gun.
That I can't seem to think straight.
Fury has made me beyond unkind
My life is fueled by rage and hate.
I'm seeing red and about to go postal,
I'm bipolar and I've stopped my meds.
I'm having homicidal deranged tendencies,
Like wanting to chop off a few fucking heads.
Everywhere that I go my madness comes out.
I feel like I could go insane and kill everyone,
I hold myself back but my rage holds much clout,
I'm homicidal and more lethal than a loaded gun.
Becoming
BECOMING
Memories of my flesh pressed against emptiness
This is where it all began came to terms with who I am
Your creation
Daddy taught me how to kill
Took me taught me everything bleeds
Gave me the tool that I would need Begin the homicide
Impatiently as I wait for my chance to mutilate
To sever flesh despite their pain embrace sweet death yet once again
A symphony of screams excites my soul and my will to be
I’m everything they thought I’d be my father’s son becoming me
My salvation
Now I’ll do it on my own
I’ll stalk I’ll kill their pain at will
The first one had to be the worst her children watched her die
Soon their screams are silenced
The only thing I’ve ever known is violence
But now I decide who breathes
It so brand new
If you see my eyes then
You’ll feel my blade as it goes inside and
With Each kill I’ll set them free
Becoming me
I love to watch them bleed
Confess Obsessed my thing peel flesh
The more I cut the more they scream
Don’t want to let them die
Soon their screams are silenced
The only thing I’ve ever known is violence
But now I decide who breathes
It so brand new
If you see my eyes then
You’ll feel my blade as it goes inside and
With Each kill I’ll set them free
Becoming me
Committing homicide for my father’s pride
Every time they die it’s all for you
Walk away but it’s just not me
It’s in my blood to stay it’s what I do
Every night I take a knife I take a lamb I take its life
Remove the flesh to hear it scream
And free the sins it hides beneath
So much more to do continue on until my job is through
That’s the way it’s got to be
It’s just me
Becoming me
Memories of my flesh pressed against emptiness
This is where it all began came to terms with who I am
Your creation
Daddy taught me how to kill
Took me taught me everything bleeds
Gave me the tool that I would need Begin the homicide
Impatiently as I wait for my chance to mutilate
To sever flesh despite their pain embrace sweet death yet once again
A symphony of screams excites my soul and my will to be
I’m everything they thought I’d be my father’s son becoming me
My salvation
Now I’ll do it on my own
I’ll stalk I’ll kill their pain at will
The first one had to be the worst her children watched her die
Soon their screams are silenced
The only thing I’ve ever known is violence
But now I decide who breathes
It so brand new
If you see my eyes then
You’ll feel my blade as it goes inside and
With Each kill I’ll set them free
Becoming me
I love to watch them bleed
Confess Obsessed my thing peel flesh
The more I cut the more they scream
Don’t want to let them die
Soon their screams are silenced
The only thing I’ve ever known is violence
But now I decide who breathes
It so brand new
If you see my eyes then
You’ll feel my blade as it goes inside and
With Each kill I’ll set them free
Becoming me
Committing homicide for my father’s pride
Every time they die it’s all for you
Walk away but it’s just not me
It’s in my blood to stay it’s what I do
Every night I take a knife I take a lamb I take its life
Remove the flesh to hear it scream
And free the sins it hides beneath
So much more to do continue on until my job is through
That’s the way it’s got to be
It’s just me
Becoming me
Written by LBV
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Phantom limb
A red headed Stork shrieked ambiguously
into the abyss of forgetful dreamers.
"I once masturbated inside rocks crammed full of
capitalistic phantom limbs,
cascading inside my irrecoverably debt ridden security"
Sanity worshiping transvestites screwing the
high bishops face, until orgasmic vampires reached
a new neurological understanding of sexual desire.
"I once shopped for battered old body parts,
to add within my forest of neglected memories."
Her forest had been lambasted by a group of
zombie beavers bursting for sexual indemnification
"I once grew one eyed ghouls from unwanted teenage
pregnancies."
(Life is a dark hole full of enigmatic sequences).
A red headed Stork shrieked ambiguously
into the abyss of forgetful dreamers.
"I once masturbated inside rocks crammed full of
capitalistic phantom limbs,
cascading inside my irrecoverably debt ridden security"
Sanity worshiping transvestites screwing the
high bishops face, until orgasmic vampires reached
a new neurological understanding of sexual desire.
"I once shopped for battered old body parts,
to add within my forest of neglected memories."
Her forest had been lambasted by a group of
zombie beavers bursting for sexual indemnification
"I once grew one eyed ghouls from unwanted teenage
pregnancies."
(Life is a dark hole full of enigmatic sequences).
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Voices
Disjointed doppler from my mind,
swirling vid' clips behind eyes seeking
to connect with fatherless sounds long ago;
are any of them mine, or orphaned dreams.
The haunting cacophony of voices I hear
from all directions, like thunder calling my name;
endless rain touching my soul as it starts to unfold,
seeing no peace for as long as it needs to be told:
'Put out your cigarette.'
'Why?'
'Get out of the car!'
'Get down!'
'Please, get off me.
I can't breathe... I can't breathe...'
'Hands up!'
'Don't shoot!'
'STOP!!'
'They were so nice to me.
I almost changed my mind.'
'We forgive him.'
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 this shit began
Geoff's Note: in a review, I was advised to give the reader a clue - "squares" - the feeling of being trapped in a mind that could only write in poetic formulaics - "flowers" refer to poetry written in free verse...
The irony of writing a fomulaic poem - about how much I detested myself as a formulaic poet at that moment should not be lost...
HEP-cat61
(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 this shit began
Geoff's Note: in a review, I was advised to give the reader a clue - "squares" - the feeling of being trapped in a mind that could only write in poetic formulaics - "flowers" refer to poetry written in free verse...
The irony of writing a fomulaic poem - about how much I detested myself as a formulaic poet at that moment should not be lost...
HEP-cat61
Anonymous
Memoirs of a quintessential motherfucker: The Boss Man
The boss man:
the one in control of his subordinates;
his puppets, my peers,
incompetent,
lazy
sons of bitches.
I don't like the way he time checks the second I arrive,
the way he points his finger pulling on the string.
It makes me sick the way he talks down to me
patronising
obnoxious
jerk.
It's infuriating when he finds every excuse
not to pay me attention,
to dock my wage,
swindle me of entitlements,
cancel my allowances,
obstruct my promotions,
smothering all ambition when he smiles... smugly,
and deals me a demotion,
a severance,
a redundancy;
my death penalty.
My boss, he's a fucking deadbeat, period.
It's no surprise accidents happen everyday,
like a lump of hardwood that dropped from the sky,
or the power wasn't isolated,
or when the wheel nuts cut loose...
and the night he worked back late,
assuming he was alone.
Five days later,
they found the body
on the backseat of his car,
left abandoned off the highway at a rest stop,
frequented by hardcore cruisers and haters;
and the unemployed.
Written by quintessentialMoFo
The boss man:
the one in control of his subordinates;
his puppets, my peers,
incompetent,
lazy
sons of bitches.
I don't like the way he time checks the second I arrive,
the way he points his finger pulling on the string.
It makes me sick the way he talks down to me
patronising
obnoxious
jerk.
It's infuriating when he finds every excuse
not to pay me attention,
to dock my wage,
swindle me of entitlements,
cancel my allowances,
obstruct my promotions,
smothering all ambition when he smiles... smugly,
and deals me a demotion,
a severance,
a redundancy;
my death penalty.
My boss, he's a fucking deadbeat, period.
It's no surprise accidents happen everyday,
like a lump of hardwood that dropped from the sky,
or the power wasn't isolated,
or when the wheel nuts cut loose...
and the night he worked back late,
assuming he was alone.
Five days later,
they found the body
on the backseat of his car,
left abandoned off the highway at a rest stop,
frequented by hardcore cruisers and haters;
and the unemployed.
Written by quintessentialMoFo
Next Time Duck
I threw some shit
I didn't even aim
Equal opportunity destroyer
For days it's been building
Boiling over until just the pot was left
Empty and hot
Waiting to be agitated
To explode
And I threw some shit
In a hair flying fit of you sons of bitches make me sick
I didn't see red, didn't even see
I'm pissed because the fucked up things keep happening to me
Only me
Yet thanks to you and your theatrics
This shit show only has your name up in lights
What
The
Hell
So yeah I threw some shit
Cause no one
EVER
Asks how I feel
If everything is okay
It's
UNJUSTIFIED
for me to hurt
I should be thankful for another day
For the knife to be twisted further
Another inch of dirt on my name
To suffer in silence because real problems aren't as entertaining as the whimper and whine
So damn right I threw some shit
Next time duck
I threw some shit
I didn't even aim
Equal opportunity destroyer
For days it's been building
Boiling over until just the pot was left
Empty and hot
Waiting to be agitated
To explode
And I threw some shit
In a hair flying fit of you sons of bitches make me sick
I didn't see red, didn't even see
I'm pissed because the fucked up things keep happening to me
Only me
Yet thanks to you and your theatrics
This shit show only has your name up in lights
What
The
Hell
So yeah I threw some shit
Cause no one
EVER
Asks how I feel
If everything is okay
It's
UNJUSTIFIED
for me to hurt
I should be thankful for another day
For the knife to be twisted further
Another inch of dirt on my name
To suffer in silence because real problems aren't as entertaining as the whimper and whine
So damn right I threw some shit
Next time duck
