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Just Lose It

MsRockyJackson
Dangerous Mind
United States 8awards
Joined 1st July 2014
Forum Posts: 318

Poetry Contest

Describe a moment when you felt really overwhelmed or imagined doing something real crazy
Ever got so pissed that you wished you could just let loose or act so nuts without any consequences whether it being getting fired, arrested, or just looked as weird.
Well picture that for me and tell me if you had a very stressful moment in your life whether at work or dealing with a relationship or parents whichever it may be and you just felt like going crazy.
And not necessarily in a angry, sadistic way more like a humorous " I don't give a f**** anymore"
way.
Or you were dealing with something stressful at the moment then describe how would you want to go crazy to take the edge off.

Rules:
- One entry only
- The entry can be as long as you want
- Title your write
- Have fun
- Be creative
- Visualize the moment you felt stress and think about what you would do as revenge
- Go crazy

poet Anonymous

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MsRockyJackson
Dangerous Mind
United States 8awards
Joined 1st July 2014
Forum Posts: 318

Thank you miss sub for being my first entry

David_Macleod
14397816
Tyrant of Words
United Kingdom 39awards
Joined 5th Nov 2014
Forum Posts: 2983

No Laughing Matter

She looked me straight in the eye
Happily she picked my good eye
And with that smug look on her face
She said “You’re no fun anymore!”
“You used to be funny, acting stupid.”
“You’re no longer the man I married.”
This hit me like a punch in the guts
With stress and worry to drive me nuts

I pulled a funny face, told her a joke
Did a silly walk, did a crazy dance
Pulled down my pants, showed her my ass
Turned around and gave it a wiggle
Normally the would have made her giggle
But she stood there with the long face
Not a giggle, not a laugh. Not a grin
She didn’t even try to crack a smile

‘Shit! This was really serious stuff.’
Was this twenty years of marriage over
My heart and my mind both raced
Contemplating being dumped, rejected
Being single, unloved and neglected
Panic was replaced with a light bulb moment
‘If she wants crazy, I’ll give her crazy.’
‘I’m still funny, hell I make myself laugh.’

She was working in a posh department store
I had to make her laugh and yell for more
And so I hatched a cunning plan
To become her crazy funny man

I invaded dressed as a Caribbean pirate
Jumping from counter to counter
Swashbuckling the mannequins
“Anyone want a jolly rogering?”
Nobody saw the funny side
But she was belly laughing
I was escorted out by security

I entered the store like a cat walk model
Dressed to the nines in high drag
High heels and a crocodile bag
I stood in front of her counter
Both hands pushed my breasts up
“These puppies are bought and paid for darlings.”
I lifted my dress and showed them my ass
Nobody saw the funny side
But she was belly laughing
I was escorted out by security

The final straw dressed as a chicken
Told them I was finger lickin
Clucked around the store, pecking
All the staff came to see me, I shouted,
“I am a hen, would you all like to see my cock?”
Two police men arrived and arrested my
Then did their strip tease routine
They were two of my friends, I joined in
I have never seen her laugh so much
We were escorted out by security

“It’s great you’ve got your mojo back.”
“The jokes, the fun, the laughs, the crack.”
“You’re back to the guy you used to be.”
I was feeling now as bold as brass
I gave a wink and kicked her ass
She laughed




Canullia
canulliaqt
Lost Thinker
Joined 18th Mar 2017
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eswaller
Dangerous Mind
United States 30awards
Joined 22nd Dec 2015
Forum Posts: 749

Let It All Out

I cannot live in a lifetime of sin and
Disappointment. I just simply want to
Hang off the ledge. I take my hand
And want to ram it into the wall. If you
Look at me like I am psycho or crazy
I do not really care because I am tired
Of being the sane one. I want the hazy
Fog to disappear. I want to get fired
Up and scream it all out until I collapse.
I want to cry until there are no more
Tears left. Maybe then the gaps
And hiccups will be gone. The door
Remains where it is. All I have to is  
Step through its frame and be done.  
For once I just want things to fizz
And fade out. I know that I still won.
Written by eswaller
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diddi
StephenPaul Summerscales
Dangerous Mind
United Kingdom 42awards
Joined 18th Dec 2009
Forum Posts: 1701

Little Boys  

They sit , then they swagger  
talking shit , pile of wankers ,
mouthing off , in the distance 
blood you'll cough , little fucksticks . 
 
Acting big , dickhead thespians 
but you frig , each ones assholes ,
like a twig , I'd break your backbones ,
do you dig , pricking buttholes ,

your heads I'll rip , from your torso's . 

Hooded tops 
and crap shellsuits 
open gobs ,
brain cells absent 
you I'd drop , in an instant 
total knobs 
of redundant .

Bring it on , fucked up scum ,
I'll beat you gone , double drum , 
I'll bounce you hard , that for a month 
around you'll hum , you coward cunts . 

Picking on kids , walking past 
do you want some of this , I'll make you piss  
your tracksuit pants , 
when I get near , all fear , it then comes out ,
you turn to tears , sniffing the beer 
off the bar towels .  

Imbeciles , infantiles
pick on me , or someone your own size , 
you act so big , new toys by your side 
but when the fan hits the shit ,
you're little boys by mothers side . 
Written by diddi (StephenPaul Summerscales)
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dejure
vick
Dangerous Mind
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Joined 17th Aug 2015
Forum Posts: 2879

My Madness Is My Sanity

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The life of a sanity and insanity    
I can't see the difference    
when I'm looking at me    
   
I'm not blind,    
I can see    
I'm no inhuman    
I'm just another man    
   
But when I look at my reflection    
On YOUR mirror    
I see a hole right in the middle    
Where my heart is    
   
I don’t want you to wear my shoes    
Just try to look over your shell    
   
From yours  
To mine...  
   
Aren't we the same?    
   
Each;    
Uglier than the other    
Bloodier than the other    
Stickier than the other    
Fucked up than the other    
   
You are covered in contrast    
Mine is transparent    
   
And you say I'm MAD?    
   
   
   
Fuck you!
 
   
   
   
.
Written by dejure (vick)
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gazellemon
Bradley J
Fire of Insight
United States 6awards
Joined 6th Mar 2014
Forum Posts: 372

Falling Down inst by Dr. Chill

gazellemon (Bradley J)
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case28
Alexander Case
Dangerous Mind
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Joined 16th June 2013
Forum Posts: 2077

inertia drive

case28 (Alexander Case)
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ThaSeductress
Daii_Cevyn_Belladon
Twisted Dreamer
Jamaica
Joined 23rd Dec 2016
Forum Posts: 45

Unleashed twins

Put a bitch in a trance
She has no chance
To run, cry or scream
To be evil I was deemed
Cussing everybody
This bitch ain't sorry
For silence was my game
Mutha fuckers thought I was tame
Kick my bitch ass boss in the face!
And cut his boyfriend below the waist
Pulled my pants down and shit in the lobby
Oh here comes general manager slobby
Grabbed the mic and shouted I QUIT DONT YALL WORRY!
Written by ThaSeductress (Daii_Cevyn_Belladon)
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
Tyrant of Words
United States 154awards
Joined 9th Nov 2015
Forum Posts: 5134

Asylum

       
1.  No Recall      
     
I didn't see or feel or hear it coming.      
And then I came to after the      
Annihilation of all I thought I knew      
Once I tumbled down the rabbit hole.      
     
2.  Morning Glories      
     
The whispers of clean linen      
Float across narrow beds of    
     
Brutality, and reflections      
Of a summer's early morning,      
     
As melodic rapid chatter      
Of Tagalog plays through the halls    
     
While pairs of girls in their scrubs      
Disappear into recessed rooms,    
   
To the sound of greetings weaving      
Between a woman's cries of pain.      
     
     
3.  Under the Snow      
     
Triple digits of the season      
Pass week after week outside,      
Unnoticed by those doing time;      
This asylum with arctic air.      
     
Who are they kidding?      
I've been here long enough to know.      
I actually died that day,      
And this, this is my hell!      
     
Hell is not fire & brimstone.      
It's a parallel world from which      
No locks exist, yet no escape      
To return to where you came from.    
     
Patients, whose eyes you look into,      
And no one is there!      
It's where all fear goes at night,      
Their voices are heard through the walls.      
     
But those with their vacant stares      
That I can't penetrate have their truths      
Forever frozen in time    
In cages where they walk in place.    
     
The cold numbs hands & feet & thoughts,      
But I feel alive because of it.      
Like a mouse foraging under the      
Snow while an owl listens above.      
     
I know the pounce will come      
Through the snow at any moment,      
Bathing me with morning light      
As owl talons sever my breath.      
     
     
4.  Night Terrors by Day      
     
Sooner or later it would come.      
A wide-spread power outage hit      
Just before dusk with its heat,      
Just as dinner was being served.      
     
I had learned to live on scant fare,      
Being a diabetic      
And having only one kidney:      
My weight loss, lost in my blue gowns.      
     
I was restless and felt cold air      
As I walked with my cane to the hall,      
Aqua socks with tread on my feet,      
Toward the nurses' station.      
     
Thick orange extensions snaked      
Everywhere, and the "regulars"      
Emerged to sit in their wheelchairs      
To watch while I sat with ice water.      
     
But all the hustle & bustle      
Would agitate some patients,      
Making them unpredictable      
While staff was racing all about.      
     
There was an old man known for being      
Loud, and most disagreeable.      
He wanted out of his wheelchair,      
To go where he wanted, right?      
     
Nurses would stop to secure him      
As he protested and cursed.      
The regs who knew him rolled their eyes.      
I continued to sip my ice water.      
     
Then I noticed the white-haired lady      
I was chatting with was looking up      
And said softly, "He's behind you."      
I stiffened and hunched my shoulders.      
     
I tilted my head just enough      
To see the old man, his gnarly hands      
Gripping the backrest of my chair,      
Glaring down at me with eyes bulging.      
     
"Get out of my way!" came the frost.      
I bent lower against the chill.      
"I'm sorry, I'm not in my wheelchair."  
(Being stranded in a stiff wooden one)  
 
I felt the spray of his spittle      
On the back of my hand holding the cup.      
"I don't give a God damn," came the blast,      
"Get on the floor and crawl out of the way!"    
     
     
5.  No One Will Know      
     
Every evening, the asylum      
Gives up its creatures of the night:    
The stalkers who haunt the halls,    
Who try all the doors to get in, or out.    
   
And homeless creatures on two legs    
Who I would often walk in on,    
Using the toilet meant for me,    
And watch the TV while I slept.    
   
But no, in that place I could never sleep,     
I used to be nocturnal years ago.    
But all I could do now was listen    
To the jungle cries and siren calls.    
   
I'd stagger out to the empty lobby,    
Hearing a man far off in his room    
Calling out for someone to please,      
"Dear God, TAKE ME HOME!"      
   
The man in the next room in bed A    
Hollered out from the open door,    
"AH, SHUT THE FUCK UP!"    
And I screamed, "YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!"    
   
Once I was back in bed, that same voice    
As all slept while I laid awake, plotting, said    
"Hey, give me some more Demerol.    
Don't worry... no one will know."                  
                 
                 
                 
For those who knew that I was gone (which was due to a terrible accident), here's some of what my time away was like - just a taste of it.            
             
Image: An original drawing: one of my oldest "mouseworks", by me.
Written by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
Tyrant of Words
United States 154awards
Joined 9th Nov 2015
Forum Posts: 5134

My gosh, thank you so much, dearest host MsRocky, I'm so very honored of winning the cup!  It was a fine & testing challenge of a theme to write for, and I congratulate all who entered with their effort!      ~~Jadey

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