Poetry competition CLOSED 30th August 2017 11:13pm
WINNER
mel44 (Melgar)
mel44 (Melgar)
RUNNER-UP:
Enchantress_Em
Scratch the Scars
Poetry Contest Description
Taking the memory of a scar and spinning the feeling into poetry
So...it goes like this.
Remeber when you got a particular scar?As a child or as a victim of Puberty? How did you feel at that moment?Can you think back as if it was yesterday?
Recall that emotion and spell it out in poetry.
(If it makes you feel depressed,too painful for you or off limits?shut the door behind you )
Remeber when you got a particular scar?As a child or as a victim of Puberty? How did you feel at that moment?Can you think back as if it was yesterday?
Recall that emotion and spell it out in poetry.
(If it makes you feel depressed,too painful for you or off limits?shut the door behind you )
Broken
To never touch
Your skin again
To see your smile
Or watch you
Walk along my road
Waking up and thinking
Of you.to be told
You are gone
Stone cold
Crippled as I fall
And I continued to
Fall for so many years
Each day
Waiting for you
Knowing you could
Not return
Alone
Inside
Dying
Eachday
I wanted to be with you
Begged for god to take me
So I would not be
Blamed
For my own failure
Still now I cry
When I think of your eyes
Your hair
The way it felt
Beneath my
Finger tips
The way we
Played together
Under the sleeping bag
The way you touched
Me that one special night
You told the world you
Loved me
But never
Told me
As I missed that deadline
And you were stolen
From me
Some pain never heals
But
I
Cope
So much better now
I was destroyed
With all
Scars
They heal
But yet remain
And my scar
Will never
Heal
Without you
Anthony
One day
22 years passed
But always on my mind
Your smell
Your laugh
Your face
One scar
The size of a galaxy
That no amount
Of stardust
Can heal
You took my heart
With you
And now I live
A half life
Until we
Meet again
My soul mate
My Sunrise
My sunset
I miss you
To never touch
Your skin again
To see your smile
Or watch you
Walk along my road
Waking up and thinking
Of you.to be told
You are gone
Stone cold
Crippled as I fall
And I continued to
Fall for so many years
Each day
Waiting for you
Knowing you could
Not return
Alone
Inside
Dying
Eachday
I wanted to be with you
Begged for god to take me
So I would not be
Blamed
For my own failure
Still now I cry
When I think of your eyes
Your hair
The way it felt
Beneath my
Finger tips
The way we
Played together
Under the sleeping bag
The way you touched
Me that one special night
You told the world you
Loved me
But never
Told me
As I missed that deadline
And you were stolen
From me
Some pain never heals
But
I
Cope
So much better now
I was destroyed
With all
Scars
They heal
But yet remain
And my scar
Will never
Heal
Without you
Anthony
One day
22 years passed
But always on my mind
Your smell
Your laugh
Your face
One scar
The size of a galaxy
That no amount
Of stardust
Can heal
You took my heart
With you
And now I live
A half life
Until we
Meet again
My soul mate
My Sunrise
My sunset
I miss you
Hallmark of Shame
Observing the scar
faded upon my wrist
reminded of innocence
pirated away
by incessant anger
you could not keep at bay
an emptiness within you
I failed to satiate
confirmed inadequacy
I bore the blame
in my abjection
exacerbating shame
you threw the glass
I responded
employing broken shards
to perforate my skin
only through my death
did I imagine I could win
faded upon my wrist
reminded of innocence
pirated away
by incessant anger
you could not keep at bay
an emptiness within you
I failed to satiate
confirmed inadequacy
I bore the blame
in my abjection
exacerbating shame
you threw the glass
I responded
employing broken shards
to perforate my skin
only through my death
did I imagine I could win
Written by mel44
(Melgar)
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Emotional Scars
It is not the physical pain that hurts because that goes
Away after a while. It is the emotional pain, etched
Across your skin even as you tried your best to close
Them up and did your best to move on. They stretched
For miles and distances nobody else would even begin
To understand. You cannot look back and think that
You should have done things differently. Life does spin,
But there is no comparison to what kept you flat
On the ground when you felt the pain and blood
Seeping through your skin down into your bones.
It was like dragging yourself through the mud
And muck. You cannot let the rocks and stones
Drag you down to the bottom. As much as you
Have been hurt you also deserve to float on
Water for once. The sky that burnt red is blue
As the ocean and the scars are going to be gone.
Away after a while. It is the emotional pain, etched
Across your skin even as you tried your best to close
Them up and did your best to move on. They stretched
For miles and distances nobody else would even begin
To understand. You cannot look back and think that
You should have done things differently. Life does spin,
But there is no comparison to what kept you flat
On the ground when you felt the pain and blood
Seeping through your skin down into your bones.
It was like dragging yourself through the mud
And muck. You cannot let the rocks and stones
Drag you down to the bottom. As much as you
Have been hurt you also deserve to float on
Water for once. The sky that burnt red is blue
As the ocean and the scars are going to be gone.
Written by eswaller
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"don't look down"
five
running roughshod all over the house
would never think about
the fraying wicker picnic basket
sitting in a corner
just around the next corner
so even an injured oblivious little shin
will carry on
with the business of little shins
until the skin there drips
a rather dramatically red drop
from a spanking new
super stealthy
five inch cut
--
a gasp was heard
and then an inconsolable blubber
the moment obvious symptom
birthed a[psychological]nother
and i've pondered since
whether the scar would have stuck
quite so stubbornly after that
if i had ever decided
to stop looking down
five
running roughshod all over the house
would never think about
the fraying wicker picnic basket
sitting in a corner
just around the next corner
so even an injured oblivious little shin
will carry on
with the business of little shins
until the skin there drips
a rather dramatically red drop
from a spanking new
super stealthy
five inch cut
--
a gasp was heard
and then an inconsolable blubber
the moment obvious symptom
birthed a[psychological]nother
and i've pondered since
whether the scar would have stuck
quite so stubbornly after that
if i had ever decided
to stop looking down
Anonymous
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Sitting on the floor of the shower
Scalding hot water running down my back
Tears in my eyes
Bloom circling the drain
Needing a release
From all the shit in my head
A break from all the pain
Wracking my body
I need an escape
Only I could give myself
So many pretty red lines
The smell of green apples
The dull sound of John mayor
Distant in the background
Where did my scars come from
They came from a scared little girl
Who didn't know what to do
Where to go
Or who to talk to
She kept it all inside
Only ably to cry when it rained
She had gotten really good
At fake smiles
And acting
Like mommy was ok
That daddy existed
Like she wasn't dying
A little more each day
My scars came from
A few hidden monsters
Making a good girl
Hide what not so good
People did to break her
And they broke her
Thought her to hate
Everything good about herself
Scalding hot water running down my back
Tears in my eyes
Bloom circling the drain
Needing a release
From all the shit in my head
A break from all the pain
Wracking my body
I need an escape
Only I could give myself
So many pretty red lines
The smell of green apples
The dull sound of John mayor
Distant in the background
Where did my scars come from
They came from a scared little girl
Who didn't know what to do
Where to go
Or who to talk to
She kept it all inside
Only ably to cry when it rained
She had gotten really good
At fake smiles
And acting
Like mommy was ok
That daddy existed
Like she wasn't dying
A little more each day
My scars came from
A few hidden monsters
Making a good girl
Hide what not so good
People did to break her
And they broke her
Thought her to hate
Everything good about herself
Anonymous
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Anonymous
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alive in my skin
they say if you scratch your scars they'll disappear
they'll disappear under layers of blood and scab and hate
until all that's left is the skin beneath your nails
they say you're beautiful now
dripping red instead of championing the skin you were born in
raw and ruined is the new world aesthetic
they say to enjoy the hate you've created
your skin isn't enough, it never was and never will be
keep scratching, twisting, burning, waxing until you are not you
haven't you been fed this idea enough for it to be real?
how many mirrors have seen your hate?
when has your skin seen the tears that it causes?
they say to murder yourself until your dead body suits their tastes
they don't see scars are your proof of being alive
--
Inspired by "Scratch The Scars" competition.
they'll disappear under layers of blood and scab and hate
until all that's left is the skin beneath your nails
they say you're beautiful now
dripping red instead of championing the skin you were born in
raw and ruined is the new world aesthetic
they say to enjoy the hate you've created
your skin isn't enough, it never was and never will be
keep scratching, twisting, burning, waxing until you are not you
haven't you been fed this idea enough for it to be real?
how many mirrors have seen your hate?
when has your skin seen the tears that it causes?
they say to murder yourself until your dead body suits their tastes
they don't see scars are your proof of being alive
--
Inspired by "Scratch The Scars" competition.
Written by Enchantress_Em
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Anonymous
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Anonymous
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I once stood staring at a stranger in my own reflection
I dont know why or how or what caused the ejection
Ejected from my own body and thrown into love
But not the kind that feels sent from above
No thats not what my first love was about
Started as a whisper and turned to a shout
I was chasing an angry gypsy man
The type that runs like a wanted man can
No place to call home only rage and rain
I fell in love with trying to ease his pain
He would scar my heart and my skin
And then he'd be on the run again
Running from the rage that my love mustve brought out
And thats how that whisper always became a shout
So Id chase him fast and chase him far
The whole time desperately wishing upon a star
Id catch him, hold him, be his little love slave
And he'd run some more, so I had to get brave
I finally ran too, the other way
I re found myself that day
And now I always have this scar on my face
The one I sometimes let my fingers trace
To remind me of who I am and where Ive been
And where I never want to be again
I dont know why or how or what caused the ejection
Ejected from my own body and thrown into love
But not the kind that feels sent from above
No thats not what my first love was about
Started as a whisper and turned to a shout
I was chasing an angry gypsy man
The type that runs like a wanted man can
No place to call home only rage and rain
I fell in love with trying to ease his pain
He would scar my heart and my skin
And then he'd be on the run again
Running from the rage that my love mustve brought out
And thats how that whisper always became a shout
So Id chase him fast and chase him far
The whole time desperately wishing upon a star
Id catch him, hold him, be his little love slave
And he'd run some more, so I had to get brave
I finally ran too, the other way
I re found myself that day
And now I always have this scar on my face
The one I sometimes let my fingers trace
To remind me of who I am and where Ive been
And where I never want to be again
