Poetry competition CLOSED 25th August 2017 12:45pm
WINNER
wallyroo92
wallyroo92
RUNNER-UP:
Grace
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The Kill and the Resurection
Poetry Contest Description
What nearly killed you? What brought you back?
This is my first comp so bare with me.
For this competition I'd like you to write about something personal. A moment that brought you to your knees. An event, a loss, near death experience, anything that left you broken and lost. It doesn't have to be an exact description of the event but inspired by.
But here's the twist. I want you to bring it home with how you survived. I want it to end with how you came through your darkest times. Show me your inner strength and your will to persevere.
After that I request that you read your work. I want you to reflect on it and truly appreciate all you've endured and be proud of yourself. Everybody wins in this competition (though an actual winner will be crowned).
One entry per poet please. No limitations on style or extreme content (though for some a warning may be appreciated). Just let it flow.
*After posting this I realized that someone had already posted a similar comp. Out of respect for the other person I will kindly ask you all to visit their comp "From the ashes a fire shall be woken" first. I apologize if I stepped on anyone's toes. It was truly unintentional.*
For this competition I'd like you to write about something personal. A moment that brought you to your knees. An event, a loss, near death experience, anything that left you broken and lost. It doesn't have to be an exact description of the event but inspired by.
But here's the twist. I want you to bring it home with how you survived. I want it to end with how you came through your darkest times. Show me your inner strength and your will to persevere.
After that I request that you read your work. I want you to reflect on it and truly appreciate all you've endured and be proud of yourself. Everybody wins in this competition (though an actual winner will be crowned).
One entry per poet please. No limitations on style or extreme content (though for some a warning may be appreciated). Just let it flow.
*After posting this I realized that someone had already posted a similar comp. Out of respect for the other person I will kindly ask you all to visit their comp "From the ashes a fire shall be woken" first. I apologize if I stepped on anyone's toes. It was truly unintentional.*
Then and Now
it started when she opened her eyes
as long as she remembered
as a child of three
who only wanted hugs
a time to tell was it
or to share the bit
where fists
connected to cheeks
the punches that left breathless
ordeal of an evening
or a kick on the midriff
as she tried to stand up
was punishment so painful
for a dropped piece of fish
or leaving the door open
on a rainy day...
she wanted to curl up and die
blood flowing off her nose
or the tingling pain
drumming her black blue face
she wanted to end it many times
crying with her equally abused siblings
working the fields
under the blazing sun
when she walked away
at age fifteen
she swore a better life
without the abuses
years and years of hunger
loneliness and heartbreaks
she slowly left the ashes
and flew
writing saved her life
doodling on sandy beaches
later to the pages of a newspaper
yes writing saved her life.
it started when she opened her eyes
as long as she remembered
as a child of three
who only wanted hugs
a time to tell was it
or to share the bit
where fists
connected to cheeks
the punches that left breathless
ordeal of an evening
or a kick on the midriff
as she tried to stand up
was punishment so painful
for a dropped piece of fish
or leaving the door open
on a rainy day...
she wanted to curl up and die
blood flowing off her nose
or the tingling pain
drumming her black blue face
she wanted to end it many times
crying with her equally abused siblings
working the fields
under the blazing sun
when she walked away
at age fifteen
she swore a better life
without the abuses
years and years of hunger
loneliness and heartbreaks
she slowly left the ashes
and flew
writing saved her life
doodling on sandy beaches
later to the pages of a newspaper
yes writing saved her life.
the turning point
.
this happened about a decade ago...
to a boy who was addicted to cough syrup
this particular day he realised something more
the day he decided to over come and give up
he was waiting for the weekend to hit him
he bought all the goods and set his room
his room is set and the lights are dim
while the weather painted the eve with gloom
rolled the joints and bought some juice
and made sure he had enough cigarettes
two hundred milliliters, (gulp - gulp) ready to let lose
now the fluid kicks in...........................(lets
GO....!!)
Wings of Marie to 10,000 Days by TOOL
with the loud music he is laying in bed like a fool
Mother, Welcomes to machines by Pink Floyd
is he trying to escape reality or trying to fill his void?
Ville Valo's voice sang lose you you tonight by HIM
its hard to see any faces, because he'd put the lights to dim
Every thing in its right place by Radiohead
next to him on the floor he had puked in red
SUDDENLY THE PLAYLIST STOPPED...!
"WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?"
he sat with his eyes wide open
the hum is getting loud in his ears
he started to wonder,
"where am I ?"
"FUCK, whats my name ?"
"WHAT IS MY FUCKING NAME ?"
"Am I insane ?"
he felt his jaws are getting stiff
he tried to scream, but couldn't
he was scared
he was crying..
his mind gave him
the craziest
suggestions
"did I lose my self ?"
"is this how a mad man feels ?"
"without knowing who he is?"
"what is this hum am hearing ?"
his face covered in sweat
forced himself to calm down
heavy fast breaths slowed down
with one deep breath
wiped his sweat with hands
and, lit up another joint with a shameful smile
then tighten the plug of the speakers
to start a new playlist
Sleep by the Poets Of The Fall
he sat on the bed and leaned to the wall
but he couldn't forget
how he got scared
trying to remember
his own name
it was the day he realised how fucked up he was
and it was last time he had the red syrup
he still miss the feeling of getting lost
but some how he found strength to cheer up
and the boy
moved forward
beating his demons
one by one
today he look at the life he left behind proudly
by now I hope you've realized that boy...
was me...
...
this happened about a decade ago...
to a boy who was addicted to cough syrup
this particular day he realised something more
the day he decided to over come and give up
he was waiting for the weekend to hit him
he bought all the goods and set his room
his room is set and the lights are dim
while the weather painted the eve with gloom
rolled the joints and bought some juice
and made sure he had enough cigarettes
two hundred milliliters, (gulp - gulp) ready to let lose
now the fluid kicks in...........................(lets
GO....!!)
Wings of Marie to 10,000 Days by TOOL
with the loud music he is laying in bed like a fool
Mother, Welcomes to machines by Pink Floyd
is he trying to escape reality or trying to fill his void?
Ville Valo's voice sang lose you you tonight by HIM
its hard to see any faces, because he'd put the lights to dim
Every thing in its right place by Radiohead
next to him on the floor he had puked in red
SUDDENLY THE PLAYLIST STOPPED...!
"WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?"
he sat with his eyes wide open
the hum is getting loud in his ears
he started to wonder,
"where am I ?"
"FUCK, whats my name ?"
"WHAT IS MY FUCKING NAME ?"
"Am I insane ?"
he felt his jaws are getting stiff
he tried to scream, but couldn't
he was scared
he was crying..
his mind gave him
the craziest
suggestions
"did I lose my self ?"
"is this how a mad man feels ?"
"without knowing who he is?"
"what is this hum am hearing ?"
his face covered in sweat
forced himself to calm down
heavy fast breaths slowed down
with one deep breath
wiped his sweat with hands
and, lit up another joint with a shameful smile
then tighten the plug of the speakers
to start a new playlist
Sleep by the Poets Of The Fall
he sat on the bed and leaned to the wall
but he couldn't forget
how he got scared
trying to remember
his own name
it was the day he realised how fucked up he was
and it was last time he had the red syrup
he still miss the feeling of getting lost
but some how he found strength to cheer up
and the boy
moved forward
beating his demons
one by one
today he look at the life he left behind proudly
by now I hope you've realized that boy...
was me...
...
Written by dejure
(vick)
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Anonymous
Related submission no longer exists.
couldn't sleep.
couldn't remember what i did- probably nothing- but if it wasn't, why are u looking at me like that?
guess i could have been wrong, but maybe,
maybe i just like saying weird shit because i know no one gives a fuck about it
maybe i just ignore u when u mutter under ur breath
doesnt mean im crazy
maybe i had a bit much to drink
maybe she wanted to come out to play
nothing is certain right now cos u wont fucking speak to me
like im contaminated
u look at me like im a post-it note u cant remember writing
a mysterious condom in the bin
i just can't sleep
and i should have made better friends
can see u don't think ur quite qualified for this
despite how many times u told me
you're fine
you're fine
but what about the flood of memories that came seeping into my mind late last night when i thrashed in bed and touched the wall with my feet eyes open wishing it would stop
what about when i got up to put my head on a cold surface and all by itself my brain tried to make sense of it and i said stop and it said no
there has to be a reason
what about that
i hadn't been out or taken any drugs in a month
sure hun i'm
fine
fine without ur input thanks b
couldn't remember what i did- probably nothing- but if it wasn't, why are u looking at me like that?
guess i could have been wrong, but maybe,
maybe i just like saying weird shit because i know no one gives a fuck about it
maybe i just ignore u when u mutter under ur breath
doesnt mean im crazy
maybe i had a bit much to drink
maybe she wanted to come out to play
nothing is certain right now cos u wont fucking speak to me
like im contaminated
u look at me like im a post-it note u cant remember writing
a mysterious condom in the bin
i just can't sleep
and i should have made better friends
can see u don't think ur quite qualified for this
despite how many times u told me
you're fine
you're fine
but what about the flood of memories that came seeping into my mind late last night when i thrashed in bed and touched the wall with my feet eyes open wishing it would stop
what about when i got up to put my head on a cold surface and all by itself my brain tried to make sense of it and i said stop and it said no
there has to be a reason
what about that
i hadn't been out or taken any drugs in a month
sure hun i'm
fine
fine without ur input thanks b
Rebirth by Fire
My time is over
My soul purpose in this life: fulfilled
I smoulder
My once bright feathers flicker, my skin revealed
A burst of temperature rushes through my veins as I become the flame
My elegance tarnished in fire
My reverence garnished with Celsius higher
My time is over
My work here is done so now I can transform
I'm coming back stronger and bolder
By fire I die but now I am reborn
I leave it, my entire body, and come back anew
A phoenix? ideology? Which ever you choose
My soul purpose in this life: fulfilled
I smoulder
My once bright feathers flicker, my skin revealed
A burst of temperature rushes through my veins as I become the flame
My elegance tarnished in fire
My reverence garnished with Celsius higher
My time is over
My work here is done so now I can transform
I'm coming back stronger and bolder
By fire I die but now I am reborn
I leave it, my entire body, and come back anew
A phoenix? ideology? Which ever you choose
Written by Benzy_420
(BTheW)
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Better Days
…And for the longest time I blamed myself,
For her faults and my faults and everything in between,
My unfaithful emotions and guilt didn’t let me sleep,
Until I found out the truth and then I was mad as hell.
And though I acted out of line with nothing but anger,
I wanted out, without any burden or consequence,
Even when her actions had fully spun out of control,
I was lost, crossed and scared.
Jaded and cheated, I wanted revenge,
But it wasn’t what I needed,
Retaliation only leads to a darker path,
Of wrath and rage and destruction.
Every night when I looked into my baby boy’s eyes,
I swore to him that no matter what, I’d always be there,
But as time went by the circumstances got difficult,
I knew this would be a long enduring battle.
And no matter how many times she wished ill will,
Or stabbed me with rage filled hateful words,
I closed my eyes and pictured better days,
To a time where I’d be happy and complete.
Little by little, my attitude and manner changed,
I had to rearrange the way I perceived things,
My faith and rational thinking allowed me to see,
Nothing is ever won without a price.
The hardest part was letting him go,
Knowing in the long run she’d be a better parent,
Because even though I had the power to keep him,
For all of us to heal, I had to make that sacrifice.
Now that he’s young man I truly understand,
How distance makes the heart grow fonder,
That my love for him has gotten stronger,
When I prayed to see, these better days.
…And for the longest time I blamed myself,
For her faults and my faults and everything in between,
My unfaithful emotions and guilt didn’t let me sleep,
Until I found out the truth and then I was mad as hell.
And though I acted out of line with nothing but anger,
I wanted out, without any burden or consequence,
Even when her actions had fully spun out of control,
I was lost, crossed and scared.
Jaded and cheated, I wanted revenge,
But it wasn’t what I needed,
Retaliation only leads to a darker path,
Of wrath and rage and destruction.
Every night when I looked into my baby boy’s eyes,
I swore to him that no matter what, I’d always be there,
But as time went by the circumstances got difficult,
I knew this would be a long enduring battle.
And no matter how many times she wished ill will,
Or stabbed me with rage filled hateful words,
I closed my eyes and pictured better days,
To a time where I’d be happy and complete.
Little by little, my attitude and manner changed,
I had to rearrange the way I perceived things,
My faith and rational thinking allowed me to see,
Nothing is ever won without a price.
The hardest part was letting him go,
Knowing in the long run she’d be a better parent,
Because even though I had the power to keep him,
For all of us to heal, I had to make that sacrifice.
Now that he’s young man I truly understand,
How distance makes the heart grow fonder,
That my love for him has gotten stronger,
When I prayed to see, these better days.
The Pain
The Pain
One foot in the grave
I guess it's safe to say
But that's the price you pay
I didn't choose to live this way
Lost afraid to see
what's to become of me
No faith
Lost face
My strength
Now hate
I pray each day
God take this life from me
I shake awake can't break
These chains won't set me free
So why feel the pain
As it comes around again
Like it did before
I can't complain
I guess I'm the one to blame
Everything I've done
Can't make it go away
Beg for change deranged
It's either feast of famine
Drink to ease my pain
To try and numb the damage
I swallow pride to feed
The will inside that's dying
In dreams I hold my kids
Wake up alone and crying
To scare to die
Afraid of living
Have I become
A plague in this world so unforgiving
I lost my way
But took the time today
I asked the Lord to save my life for me
Down on my knees
Oh God I'm begging please
My faith
Now strength
I pray
You'll take this pain Away
God give me strength to stay
I can't remove the past
I can't change yesterday
Given this new strength
conquering old hate
removing the darkness
That cripples again and again
Back on my own feet
Leaving these cold streets
my failures can't stop me
From being to person I want to be
Believing in something
So someone believes in me
I'm leaving this empty incomplete
Man I use to be.
One foot in the grave
I guess it's safe to say
But that's the price you pay
I didn't choose to live this way
Lost afraid to see
what's to become of me
No faith
Lost face
My strength
Now hate
I pray each day
God take this life from me
I shake awake can't break
These chains won't set me free
So why feel the pain
As it comes around again
Like it did before
I can't complain
I guess I'm the one to blame
Everything I've done
Can't make it go away
Beg for change deranged
It's either feast of famine
Drink to ease my pain
To try and numb the damage
I swallow pride to feed
The will inside that's dying
In dreams I hold my kids
Wake up alone and crying
To scare to die
Afraid of living
Have I become
A plague in this world so unforgiving
I lost my way
But took the time today
I asked the Lord to save my life for me
Down on my knees
Oh God I'm begging please
My faith
Now strength
I pray
You'll take this pain Away
God give me strength to stay
I can't remove the past
I can't change yesterday
Given this new strength
conquering old hate
removing the darkness
That cripples again and again
Back on my own feet
Leaving these cold streets
my failures can't stop me
From being to person I want to be
Believing in something
So someone believes in me
I'm leaving this empty incomplete
Man I use to be.
Written by LBV
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