Welcome to the Poetry Running Contest, the contest constantly open to anyone who loves poetry. If you wanna participate, you're in the right place!
This thread is only for poems submission. For announcements, general discussion and questions about the rules, head to the Discussion Thread.
Submissions
Anyone can participate. There is no sign-up.
To participate, just post a poem. Any type of poetry is welcome, of any length.
You can only post one poem per round.
All the submissions beyond the first will be ignored.
Rounds
A new round starts each Monday and ends on Sunday.
If a round has three or less entries, the round is extended until the next week.
Polls
On each Monday, the host will create a poll in the Personal Writing Forum with the submissions of that round. The poll is public and ends after 6 days, on Sunday.
Voting
Users who are participating for the current round in circulation MUST vote. (Updated 1/25/10)
If you vote for three or more entries your votes will be null.
If you vote for yourself your poem will be disqualified.
If you did NOT vote during the round your entry was submitted, you must sit out the next round and vote in that round. Otherwise, all future entries will automatically be disqualified until you vote on a future round. (Updated 1/25/10)
Winning
After the poll ends, the submission with most votes wins.
In case of a tie for most votes, all the tied submissions win.
After every three wins, the host will contact the Personal Writing Moderator(s), Nai or Stifle, who will award a trophy to the winner.
Hosts
The host is responsible for
Opening and closing the rounds.
Posting the polls.
Updating the list of Winners and Winning Poems.
Contacting the Personal Writing Moderator(s), Nai or Stifle, for trophies.
Updating and revising the rules.
The host can vote for the entries and participate in the contest.
If a host is no longer active, it should be replaced by a new user, after talking to the old one and posting about it in the Discussion Thread.
Each new host is responsible for creating a new Submission Thread and a new Discussion Thread.
Since the last update, Sam11111, msun641, Hyper Vyper and Stifle have earned a trophy! Congratulations. Be patient, and they will be added under your name. I suggest everyone should read the "new" rules, and if there's something wrong with them, post about it in the discussion thread. I'll do my best to host this from now on; keep 'em coming!
Round 64 is now closed. Vote for the entries!
Round 65 is now open and will end on September 7
For the greatest good, Billions starve while my wife eats. Kill her. Save the rest.
***
So when I sat down with Happiness and Prosperity, I pulled out my pen, my paper, Then spoke to them of quanitifiability Mapping out Justice and Liberty’s liabilities While we all ate veggie burgers that were chewed By the cavitied teeth of gluttonous razors, grounded From the foot of many hammers, swished Around like spit on the mouth of several mixers, and molded From the very sweaty hands of chefs who cater. Thankfully, the plants felt no pain. Munch.
Delicious.
***
When winter had come, We’d sit, and shiver, Watching our fire For that was all we could do While winter herself would howl and cry Sneezing white mucus that stung Like knives Onto our bodies, As we dined over berries and fruits That spring had given to us, Consuming only half a cherry As there was not enough
To go around For my mom, My dad, My sister, And my grandfather, Who we just ate.
***
For what is a life If it is not even equal to a dime Or a pence Or a dollar Or a pound?
If our only currency Are thoughts and dreams That anyone can buy with words, If love can be made And hate can be provoked, What is the value of a soul When the heart is only physical?
What is a life, Then, If all we wager is wine, If all we bid is bread?
Here I stood, in a room of chaos,
with fluorescent lights blinking on-and-off
on the ceiling as if the laboratory
was meant for my nightmare's flash photography
My lab partner and I reminded me of those
carefree teenagers posing in photo booths,
except that we weren't smiling; just perusing
at our manuals- a map for an exit to escape
this torture chamber. I swear, it felt like we were
in one of those Saw movies
We're inhaling sodium chloride, formaldehyde, cyanide,
Ah! How could we have distinguished what chemicals were wafted inside?
All we knew was that we needed to survive!
We ran away from the border between broken
bones and glass bits of beakers and flasks
Our lab glasses weren't enough; we needed oxygen masks!
The jaundice mist was slowly suffocating us, causing
our peers to tear and tear the atmosphere like ghostly phages
consuming the particles floating amidst:
a mix of H1N1 viruses and spores
Their mouths were like black holes sucking
the lights we've never seen
It was like hell's collage created unconsciously
by the shadow with feral eyes,
and in it, we collapsed
With rage in our stomachs, we woke up
with our arteries tied to each other in tight knots
We were damaged puzzle pieces that could no longer
form the specimens we dreamed of experimenting:
our souls; our memories that could only
be seen through God's device
I can't help you but with a gaze
sneak into your clothes' maze
thoroughly examine
your dorsal spine
and touch the perfection
with the dorso of my hands
I'd rather have a clutch
but you'd rather let me slip
my fingernails tickling your ribs
With a twitch
I reveal myself
and we laugh
instead.
I'm addicted somehow
to your scent
such sweet tainting my senses
I slide hands down below the navel
while muttering hypnotic words
that eventually lead to the point
not letting this end in such vulgar terms
and I sense your respiration
this female hallucination,
I felt something sudden
maybe a sound of frighten
rebelling under my arms
and the drops of sweat
a cascading ballet of
my fainting chocolate
due to the efforts of love
Finished the wild dance
decorated with a trance
with hairs revolt as we could fly
The Word (I’ve Heard So Much About It) though most I know would say their favorite part is the tasty V three quarters of the way down: all those delicious and secret mysteries snatched away in a velvet pillow I’ve always been fond of the second, the O of mouths kissing, simple circle the ring the endless cycle without beginning or end two lovers embraced XOXOXO
There is no longer a three votes possibility: if a round has 5 or less entries, you can vote for one entry, if it has 6 or more, and that more can mean even 20, you get 2 votes.
Rounds start and end on Monday, but if I get to post the poll too late with time this will still shift by one day, because when I close the round I also have to update the Winners and Winning Poems. Therefore, from now, the polls will be open only for six days, and will close on Sunday. Those of you who usually wait for the last possible to vote, know that that moment is not on Monday anymore, but on Sunday.
From this Sunday until Saturday 26, I'll be in France studying for my DELF B2. I will probably have daily Internet access, but not on a PC that I own. The polls may go up one or two days later, but they will still close on Sunday and the rounds will still end and start on Monday, so even if I'm not around to close it, if it's already Tuesday in your timezone, go ahead and post the new week's entry (Maybe just specifying for which round it is). I'm sorry for this inconvenience, but probably you wouldn't even notice. Just saying.
Finally, we have a new banner! What are everyone's thoughts on it (and maybe on the rules changes)? Make your voice heard in the Discussion Thread.
Round 65 is now closed. Vote for the entries!
Round 66 is now open and will end on September 14
Beyond Good and Evil
The ubermensch beckons,
and we are not it.
eternity waiting
for the man who turns ****
into purest gold,
lust into love
and so on with our imperfections
like black bolted frames turned apart at the seams
of what we'd once called knowledge.
The play in the system is what makes it all go
little imperfections make a bigger draw show
and the flawless is just the flawed reconsidered
mutation's survival, beyond good and evil
the farce is required,
the thoughts noncommittal
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my mouth is full of winsome lies -
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
They say
Today
Is when the Earth
At last gives birth
To peace;
At least,
It's what they hope...
They do not see
That deaths,
Regrets,
And lies and cries,
Tears in kids' eyes,
Won't stop.
Do not
be the change or
try to die for
Dreams.
It seems
That justice needs
A bit more time,
Tomorrow morning at the latest.
The hurt it feels to have been useless
Through a lifetime of adventure
The person that makes your heart beat
Has ignored your caring love.
In a lifetime of companionship
She was still chasing a vain dream
Never seeing the true love you felt
Ignorant of the treasure before her eyes.
She always felt a love for another
Turning away from yours
Making your heart hope for nothing
Withering it in a sea of nothingness.
As she chases the faint star in the sky
You realize the absurdity of life
The heaviness of loss and cruelty of hope
And the nature of a love that knows one direction.
Amidst the arid day,
Sunday has its mornings.
Rain is falling,
My lucky bamboo weeps.
The sky looks tired
As I sit inside listening
To pitter patters
And chitter chatters
When no one's even talking.
In the city with no people,
We look at our windows
As they watch us in turn.
Into their looking glass, saying
"What automatons they are,
Little trinkets that wind and wind
In the boxes of fluorescent bulbs,
Resting on the ceilings of nighttime's hour
As they one by one go
Like fireflies,
Lit only by some,
But not them all,
A patterned set of patches
Of yellow and white
In large carry-out plastics
Arranged,
Like chinese packages."
My sanity bounced back but my mentality
needed a sign of clarity just to make sure
my memories were not slipping away
so I took a vacation in Wilmington beach
and resided in a beach-side hotel for tranquility
I gave up everything just to escape the city,
gave up my destiny- my enemy
Even the hardest ones to let go:
-Friendship and family
No longer shall I miss the ones I loved
Not a day or two nor a thought will go through
in my once eternal vacation-
Week 1
I gazed at the moon’s reflection upon the ocean view
The midnight was beautiful and even more when my identity was renewed
I checked in Room 809- the niche, and the rest of my life
The forecast said, “A storm is approaching” but my heart spoke
“Let the eye of the hurricane blink at my misery,
Go ahead and let the waves swallow me!”
I had nothing left but myself in this silent hotel
Silent until I heard the voice of the girl next door
Week 2-
With the curiosity of my restless sleep,
I crossed the borderline before I killed the last sheep
Counting them would be like catching every rain drop-
I could never quench my thirst as long as I fall with them
so I decided to free myself from Room 809 to meet
the girl living in Room 808,for she could be
my therapy, my lithium, my harmless addiction
my amnesia…….
Week 3
I finally had the courage to knock on her door
after learning the basics of courtship from Harlequin novels
So I sprayed cologne and wore the outfit of the front desk clerk
while holding a box of chicken from some Greek restaurant
Then, (Here goes….it’s now or never) knock! Knock! Knock!
(Her door opened)
There she stood with her pale blue eyes almost smiling
“Yes?,” she asked with the voice I’ve been hearing for days behind my walls
“Room Service, a box of chicken for Ms…..”
“Ms. Rose and no, I never ordered a ****ing chicken!”
(Oh man! What was I thinking? This is such a bad idea!)
"But it doesn’t matter, I’ll take it but you have to eat with me, bellboy
I need some company”
Week 4-
(DO NOT DISTURB)
Week 5-
I found a chic for a chicken and my life
had never been the same since she checked in
A week of uninterrupted rituals and give-and-takes-
We made a world out of two hotel rooms
The beautiful beach view outside the window
was not even “beautiful” to us anymore
It was just us so curtains were left closed
Inside her room- she had all sorts of instruments
she had forgotten to play
but her voice to me was a lullaby that would
put me to sleep forever
I asked her a question before she left the room,
"Why don't you play your instruments anymore?"
She remained speechless
-A strange silence and then she’s motionless
like the instruments that she never touched in years
And if she were one, I would be the musician caressing
her neck like sliding my fingers on the frets of a guitar
-It took practice before I could love someone whose notes
hypnotize me like a snake charmer’s flute
She sobbed on my shoulder and finally answered my question,
“I had lost my motivation since we broke up in that city
You finally came back to me, my husband- the love of my life
You tried to forget everything,; even the fact that I was your wife!
but the past no longer matters; it’s what we got at this very second-
Each other..."
We shall start a new beginning and love eternally
Like the moon's reflection who's dying to kiss the sea
I bear a lance of belief and blind faith, smiting philosophy and invoking oaths of unassailable origin to baffle the minds of logicians and those who would wield the reigns of reality to corral such crazies as I. I am hard and unyielding, pith and pithy, tar and strength and utter fallacy.
I look into infinity and pierce its darkest, dankest depths with the starry eyes of a ****-eyed optimist, whole and hale, unbroken by infinity.
I stare down the emptyness of death and even He must yield to my inexorable presence.
I open every door with my little pinholes to the definition of everything, visualizing and defining and actualizing more than you could ever hope or want to see.
And I am the only sanity in an unintelligent creation.
I cannot be bound by the laws of physics, by mathematics, mindless drivel or rules of etiquette; that which makes you squirm is my only release from the doldrum'd existance of normalcy and complacency. I am eternally free to grant the world charity and to haunt its dreams, both everything and nothing and a mixture of the two. I am the conflagration of all that can go right and all that can fail.
And yet you still think you can stay me with words, or miracles, or simple, unsubtle cold iron?
Ah! Fools!
Even the greatest of you are held
For what the least of you have wrought.
And even the bravest of you are slain
When cowards flee their lot.
Sculpt to perfection, our granite societies
Hide the faults of subtle decay
Ready for war and peace in turn to cure
Our infinite dismay.
Stumbling gloriously in overconfident zeal--
Going *bump* in the night and scaring the children
Ninjitsu, yoga, spiritual fun
Harnessing chi and finding our zen.
So twist the fates and don't interrupt the cards;
Let them be--
Their inexorable descent--
It's a magic trick, you see...
What bulky fingers we have
When we seize the delicate frames
Of caterpillars in our hands
We notice how small
They are.
We see how they crawl
Upon their tiny little legs
That they could only cover so far of a distance
No mile ever ventured beyond their life
No sustenance besides that which is underneath
Their fragile feet.
And what how many ticks
Their miniature heart beats
Tocks the clock and the calendar
Of only 6 months passed
In our short and brief eon
This newfound friend is but a stone.
To see how still they stand
Waiting and helpless,
Our calloused palms can only protect them
In the little pocketed air jars we have
Cherishing what quiet hours we spend
With our comrade and partner statues.
That to set them free
When that moment do so comes,
We cry
For God only knows
How much of our own lives have left away.
At my perch at the top of the stairs
My eyes wander down and
lazily land on the cherry-blood-red
bulbous balloon of a nose that crowns
the garishly and gaily paint garbed face of
the horror that torments me in the
most terrible of my terrors that
haunt me in the REM that one readily relates to
restfulness.
He speaks in words peppered with puns and with
words opening and flowing like the air from his lungs
that inflate the pastel spheres and tubes that expand in his hands and magically-
Insidiously-
turn into the whole zoo with a flip of his hand and a twist and a pop or two.
I tersely tell that he’s not wanted here
with my ice cold glazed look of indignity and fear
of a three year old who is quickly realizing that his mom isn’t realizing that
he’s deathly afraid of the costumed charlatans who inhabit big-top tents of the circus.
He looks up to
my perch at the top of the stairs
and tersely replies that he’s getting paid to do this,
and he won’t get a good tip if the birthday boy won’t come on downstairs and enjoy
the entertainment provided to him for this celebration of his
likely insignificant birth.
And that he’s getting paid to do this, so he’s a professional,
and that behind the makeup he’s just another adult
who doesn’t much enjoy tormenting children,
haunting dreams or causing the sheets to become engorged with
the product of the bed wetting of a terrified, unconscious child.
Welcome to the Poetry Running Contest, the contest constantly open to anyone who loves poetry. If you wanna participate, you're in the right place!
This thread is only for poems submission. For announcements, general discussion and questions about the rules, head to the Discussion Thread.
Submissions
msun641 19 wins, 6 trophies Rounds 2, 3, 5, 6, 15, 18, 41, 43, 49, 51, 53, 54, 60, 62, 63, 64, 70, 81, 82
Madding 17 wins, 5 trophies Rounds 10, 11, 13, 17, 18, 23, 34, 40, 42, 43, 50, 51, 56, 57, 80, 83, 84
Stifle 16 wins, 5 trophies Rounds 12, 15, 17, 20, 24, 25, 28, 34, 39, 72, 77, 79, 80, 83, 85, 87
Sam111111 10 wins, 3 trophies Rounds 19, 30, 36, 44, 45, 59, 60, 68, 73, 79
Zaph 5 wins, 1 trophy Rounds 6, 9, 21, 22, 30
pstmdrn 4 wins, 1 trophy Rounds 64, 65, 69, 82
Hyper Vyper 3 wins, 1 trophy Rounds 57, 60, 63
Ilvaldi 3 wins, 1 trophy Rounds 53, 63, 66
Author Unknown 2 wins Rounds 55, 58
Caitiri 2 wins Rounds 36, 47
Lesurgo 2 wins Round 47, 75
Minion of Boredom 2 wins Round 78, 86
Norm D. Plumb 2 wins Rounds 35, 50
riliss 2 wins Round 9, 76
Urbanus 2 wins Round 48, 71
Xyre 2 wins Rounds 18, 19
Archae 1 win Round 52
aspirnietzche 1 win Round 74
Big Nasty 1 win Round 48
Boros 1 win Round 67
Burgess 1 win Round 57
Danny 1 win Round 4
ep. 1 win Round 53
Faerie Lord 1 win Round 37
Fakeartist 1 win Round 61
FirePenguinMaster 1 win Round 11
George 1 win Round 27
indomitablebug 1 win Round 31
Iuz 1 win Round 67
Johm000 1 win Round 46
Keeperofzion 1 win Round 64
necrogenesis 1 win Round 16
Niv-Mizzet the Firemind 1 win Round 64
one_winged_angel 1 win Round 14
rancorous_fool 1 win Round 7
riddle 1 win Round 3
saintskeith 1 win Round 32
ShadowBlaze 1 win Round 16
The Subprime Soldier 1 win Round 38
taipan 1 win Round 26
The Mad Tapper 1 win Round 1
TranceInMotion 1 win Round 14
Twilightmancer 1 win Round 8
Wessel 1 win Round 29
_IF_ 1 win Round 33
Round 1 When Fall the Leaves of Fall The Mad Tapper
Round 2 Amateur's Death msun641
Round 3 More AP English jots msun641, Tornado riddle
Round 4 Don't Get Lost Danny
Round 5 éclipse d’étoile msun641
Round 6 Neglectful Dream Zaph, The Stuff of Legend msun641
Round 7 (Eye Catching Title) rancorous_fool
Round 8 Candlelight Twilightmancer
Round 9 iluvucination riliss, Mourning Glory Zaph
Round 10 The Mocking Sky Madding
Round 11 Under Diana, the Proud Madding, The Wanderer FirePenguinMaster
Round 12 Jawdropper Stifle
Round 13 Fly-trap Madding
Round 14 The Butterfly one_winged_angel, awake i sleep TranceInMotion
Round 15 I think I'm far from Heaven Stifle, “Each little bird that sings” msun641
Round 16 A Passion Macabre necrogenesis, The Dreadful Transition to a Life of Perdition ShadowBlaze
Round 17 Fleeting Madding, msun641 Stifle
Round 18 My Siren msun641, Denial Madding, Friendly Reminder Xyre
Round 19 Firenze Xyre, Warming Sam111111
Round 20 blame love on time Stifle
Round 21 A Return to Hay Fever Fields Zaph
Round 22 One Beer Too Les Zaph
Round 23 Behold, the Lily Lady Madding
Round 24 what has not been done before Stifle
Round 25 Stifling Stifle
Round 26 An Ode to Poultice taipan
Round 27 At the End of the Day George
Round 28 Reader, you can relate. Stifle
Round 29 Writer's Vanity. Wessel
Round 30 Vertigo Sam111111, An Ode To Love (or the Poetry of Demons) Zaph
Round 31 5150 indomitablebug
Round 32 Musician saintskeith
Round 33 Look. Listen. Choose. Act _IF_
Round 34 Gargoyle Madding, Oh Cindy, where has the moon gone? Stifle
Round 35 Holly Jolly Melancholy Norm D. Plumb
Round 36 Rebirth by Sam111111, At the Helm Caitiri
Round 37 Lonely night spark in the sky (Ode to my dreams) Faerie Lord
Round 38 Elizabeth's Halo The Subprime Soldier
Round 39 inhaling her thoughts Stifle
Round 40 Momentary Bliss Madding
Round 41 Phase Changes msun641
Round 42 Sitting Outside Madding
Round 43 With Selene In His Sights Madding, Tress msun641
Round 44 Remind me Sam111111
Round 45 favorite's play Sam111111
Round 46 All I Feel Is Pain Johm000
Round 47 The Silver Box Lesurgo, Life and Death Caitiri
Round 48 "A Sonnet" Urbanus, Cherries Big Nasty
Round 49 ...And yet more ungrounded angst msun641
Round 50 Untitled ("I've been waiting for this") Norm D. Plumb, Moonstruck Madding
Round 51 Turning Slowly Away msun641, Spirit Madding
Round 52 In the kitchen at 10:43 Archae
Round 53 Let's Get Things Started Soon msun641, Malela ep., Currency Ilvaldi
Round 54 Adieu msun641
Round 55 The American Dream Author Unknown
Round 56 Self-Esteem Madding
Round 57 Announcements from the Town Crier Burgess, Friendship Has an Expiration Date Hyper Vyper, Merry Me Madding
Round 58 20 Author Unknown
Round 59 Parking Lot Sam111111
Round 60 Reflection Sam111111, To the Sordid Point msun641, Death Play Hyper Vyper
Round 61 Better Off Blind. Fakeartist
Round 62 What about life? msun641
Round 63 The Sandman Ilvaldi, The Jester and the Sap msun641, Cosplay (rap) Hyper Vyper
Round 64 The window Niv-Mizzet the Firemind, Twilight Keeperofzion, MS853113E msun641, Social Shards Alara Security pstmdrn
Round 65 The Word (I've Heard So Much About It) pstmdrn
Round 66 Life in Little Boxes Ilvaldi
Round 67 i cut myself to the sound of your voice Iuz, To a Knight and a Windmill Boros
Round 68 Premonition Sam111111
Round 69 Your Little Bear pstmdrn
Round 70 Alderaan Calling msun641
Round 71 Untitled ('She spoke to me...') by Urbanus
Round 72 riliss, can i? by Stifle
Round 73 we all suck by Sam111111
Round 74 Untitled ('I took it like a spinning wheel...') by aspirnietzche
Round 75 Dear Mother, who Left me when I was Born, by Lesurgo
Round 76 The by riliss
Round 77 I wish you were my lover in a past life by Stifle
Round 78 To A Friend For Whom I Swear I Don't Have a Healthy Obsession by Minion of Boredom
Round 79 turning by Sam111111, heart break her by Stifle
Round 80 Moonless by Madding, pleasing on the eyes by Stifle
Round 81 Pining by msun641
Round 82 9. Lega by msun641, The Way of the Resplendent Crane by pstmdrn
Round 83 Need by Madding, Body of Work by Stifle
Round 84 Bribing Asclepius by Madding
Round 85 Finding Sierra Crest by Stifle
Round 86 Sixteen Poems to a Mysterious You by Minion of Boredom
Round 87 i am all mine by Stifle
Rounds 1-37
Rounds 38-46
Rounds 47-65
aspirnietzche(as of Round 77)Hyper Vyper (as of Round 78 and Round 85)
Author Unknown (as of Round 85)
Since the last update, Sam11111, msun641, Hyper Vyper and Stifle have earned a trophy! Congratulations. Be patient, and they will be added under your name. I suggest everyone should read the "new" rules, and if there's something wrong with them, post about it in the discussion thread. I'll do my best to host this from now on; keep 'em coming!
Round 64 is now closed. Vote for the entries!
Round 65 is now open and will end on September 7
For the greatest good,
Billions starve while my wife eats.
Kill her. Save the rest.
***
So when I sat down with
Happiness and Prosperity,
I pulled out my pen, my paper,
Then spoke to them of quanitifiability
Mapping out Justice and Liberty’s liabilities
While we all ate veggie burgers that were chewed
By the cavitied teeth of gluttonous razors, grounded
From the foot of many hammers, swished
Around like spit on the mouth of several mixers, and molded
From the very sweaty hands of chefs who cater.
Thankfully, the plants felt no pain.
Munch.
Delicious.
***
When winter had come,
We’d sit, and shiver,
Watching our fire
For that was all we could do
While winter herself would howl and cry
Sneezing white mucus that stung
Like knives
Onto our bodies,
As we dined over berries and fruits
That spring had given to us,
Consuming only half a cherry
As there was not enough
To go around
For my mom,
My dad,
My sister,
And my grandfather,
Who we just ate.
***
For what is a life
If it is not even equal to a dime
Or a pence
Or a dollar
Or a pound?
If our only currency
Are thoughts and dreams
That anyone can buy with words,
If love can be made
And hate can be provoked,
What is the value of a soul
When the heart is only physical?
What is a life,
Then,
If all we wager is wine,
If all we bid is bread?
with fluorescent lights blinking on-and-off
on the ceiling as if the laboratory
was meant for my nightmare's flash photography
My lab partner and I reminded me of those
carefree teenagers posing in photo booths,
except that we weren't smiling; just perusing
at our manuals- a map for an exit to escape
this torture chamber. I swear, it felt like we were
in one of those Saw movies
We're inhaling sodium chloride, formaldehyde, cyanide,
Ah! How could we have distinguished what chemicals were wafted inside?
All we knew was that we needed to survive!
We ran away from the border between broken
bones and glass bits of beakers and flasks
Our lab glasses weren't enough; we needed oxygen masks!
The jaundice mist was slowly suffocating us, causing
our peers to tear and tear the atmosphere like ghostly phages
consuming the particles floating amidst:
a mix of H1N1 viruses and spores
Their mouths were like black holes sucking
the lights we've never seen
It was like hell's collage created unconsciously
by the shadow with feral eyes,
and in it, we collapsed
With rage in our stomachs, we woke up
with our arteries tied to each other in tight knots
We were damaged puzzle pieces that could no longer
form the specimens we dreamed of experimenting:
our souls; our memories that could only
be seen through God's device
Your movement
it trapped my eyes in such a way
I can't help you but with a gaze
sneak into your clothes' maze
thoroughly examine
your dorsal spine
and touch the perfection
with the dorso of my hands
I'd rather have a clutch
but you'd rather let me slip
my fingernails tickling your ribs
With a twitch
I reveal myself
and we laugh
instead.
I'm addicted somehow
to your scent
such sweet tainting my senses
I slide hands down below the navel
while muttering hypnotic words
that eventually lead to the point
not letting this end in such vulgar terms
and I sense your respiration
this female hallucination,
I felt something sudden
maybe a sound of frighten
rebelling under my arms
and the drops of sweat
a cascading ballet of
my fainting chocolate
due to the efforts of love
Finished the wild dance
decorated with a trance
with hairs revolt as we could fly
Compulsion
nonstop as life passing by.
special thanks to sentimentgx4 for the sig
Pourquoi?
The flowers bloom
That's what you see
But that poem's been written
Those roses given
The flowers bloom
That's what you see
But I don't care about youth
To tell you the truth
I'm a pessimist I guess
But you know it's for the best
The world needs a break
From all the happiness
Wait, some others are depressed?
Now this we must correct
No problem, have some Prozac
(I put it in your Corn Chex)
The flowers bloom
Is what you see
Well **** the flower bed
I only notice when they're dead.
Thanks to Zaph of High-Light Studios!
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Brilliant is the light of dawn
The radiant warmth on your skin
A renewed hope arises
Forgotten are the shadows of sin.
Glorious is the age of freedom
The shackles of chaos gone wary
Forever shall it be at its zenith
Watching over like a faithful sentry.
Be wise, don't underestimate
Same as Icarus in his flight
And once the sun rises upon your beloved
Remember those who fell in the night.
though most I know
would say their favorite part
is the tasty V three
quarters of the way down:
all those delicious and secret mysteries
snatched away in a velvet pillow
I’ve always been fond of the second,
the O of mouths kissing,
simple circle
the ring
the endless cycle without beginning or end
two lovers embraced XOXOXO
[Clan Flamingo]
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Round 66 is now open and will end on September 14
we all stare at our tombs
and the clock on the wall
that ticks to our doom
And the clock is our heart,
and our dreams are awry,
because all of the triumphs
we've held are but dry
and a note on the wall
is our only good friend
but it whispers to us
in a gullible trend
so we fight as we must
and we live out our days
but the older we are
the less there'll be May's
1. Secular Humanism
2. Secular Millenarianism
b.Transhumanism
c. secular altruism
4. Existentialism
5. Intellectualism
6. Atheism
7. Realism
b. philosophic
c. contructive
9. Egalitarianism
b. feminism
11. Liberal conservatism
12. Anti-consumerism
13. Reductionism
The ubermensch beckons,
and we are not it.
eternity waiting
for the man who turns ****
into purest gold,
lust into love
and so on with our imperfections
like black bolted frames turned apart at the seams
of what we'd once called knowledge.
The play in the system is what makes it all go
little imperfections make a bigger draw show
and the flawless is just the flawed reconsidered
mutation's survival, beyond good and evil
the farce is required,
the thoughts noncommittal
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
Today
Is when the Earth
At last gives birth
To peace;
At least,
It's what they hope...
They do not see
That deaths,
Regrets,
And lies and cries,
Tears in kids' eyes,
Won't stop.
Do not
be the change or
try to die for
Dreams.
It seems
That justice needs
A bit more time,
Tomorrow morning at the latest.
The hurt it feels to have been useless
Through a lifetime of adventure
The person that makes your heart beat
Has ignored your caring love.
In a lifetime of companionship
She was still chasing a vain dream
Never seeing the true love you felt
Ignorant of the treasure before her eyes.
She always felt a love for another
Turning away from yours
Making your heart hope for nothing
Withering it in a sea of nothingness.
As she chases the faint star in the sky
You realize the absurdity of life
The heaviness of loss and cruelty of hope
And the nature of a love that knows one direction.
Amidst the arid day,
Sunday has its mornings.
Rain is falling,
My lucky bamboo weeps.
The sky looks tired
As I sit inside listening
To pitter patters
And chitter chatters
When no one's even talking.
In the city with no people,
We look at our windows
As they watch us in turn.
Into their looking glass, saying
"What automatons they are,
Little trinkets that wind and wind
In the boxes of fluorescent bulbs,
Resting on the ceilings of nighttime's hour
As they one by one go
Like fireflies,
Lit only by some,
But not them all,
A patterned set of patches
Of yellow and white
In large carry-out plastics
Arranged,
Like chinese packages."
Round 67 is now open and will end on Sunday, September 20
needed a sign of clarity just to make sure
my memories were not slipping away
so I took a vacation in Wilmington beach
and resided in a beach-side hotel for tranquility
I gave up everything just to escape the city,
gave up my destiny- my enemy
Even the hardest ones to let go:
-Friendship and family
No longer shall I miss the ones I loved
Not a day or two nor a thought will go through
in my once eternal vacation-
Week 1
I gazed at the moon’s reflection upon the ocean view
The midnight was beautiful and even more when my identity was renewed
I checked in Room 809- the niche, and the rest of my life
The forecast said, “A storm is approaching” but my heart spoke
“Let the eye of the hurricane blink at my misery,
Go ahead and let the waves swallow me!”
I had nothing left but myself in this silent hotel
Silent until I heard the voice of the girl next door
Week 2-
With the curiosity of my restless sleep,
I crossed the borderline before I killed the last sheep
Counting them would be like catching every rain drop-
I could never quench my thirst as long as I fall with them
so I decided to free myself from Room 809 to meet
the girl living in Room 808,for she could be
my therapy, my lithium, my harmless addiction
my amnesia…….
Week 3
I finally had the courage to knock on her door
after learning the basics of courtship from Harlequin novels
So I sprayed cologne and wore the outfit of the front desk clerk
while holding a box of chicken from some Greek restaurant
Then, (Here goes….it’s now or never) knock! Knock! Knock!
(Her door opened)
There she stood with her pale blue eyes almost smiling
“Yes?,” she asked with the voice I’ve been hearing for days behind my walls
“Room Service, a box of chicken for Ms…..”
“Ms. Rose and no, I never ordered a ****ing chicken!”
(Oh man! What was I thinking? This is such a bad idea!)
"But it doesn’t matter, I’ll take it but you have to eat with me, bellboy
I need some company”
Week 4-
(DO NOT DISTURB)
Week 5-
I found a chic for a chicken and my life
had never been the same since she checked in
A week of uninterrupted rituals and give-and-takes-
We made a world out of two hotel rooms
The beautiful beach view outside the window
was not even “beautiful” to us anymore
It was just us so curtains were left closed
Inside her room- she had all sorts of instruments
she had forgotten to play
but her voice to me was a lullaby that would
put me to sleep forever
I asked her a question before she left the room,
"Why don't you play your instruments anymore?"
She remained speechless
-A strange silence and then she’s motionless
like the instruments that she never touched in years
And if she were one, I would be the musician caressing
her neck like sliding my fingers on the frets of a guitar
-It took practice before I could love someone whose notes
hypnotize me like a snake charmer’s flute
She sobbed on my shoulder and finally answered my question,
“I had lost my motivation since we broke up in that city
You finally came back to me, my husband- the love of my life
You tried to forget everything,; even the fact that I was your wife!
but the past no longer matters; it’s what we got at this very second-
Each other..."
We shall start a new beginning and love eternally
Like the moon's reflection who's dying to kiss the sea
I bear a lance of belief and blind faith, smiting philosophy and invoking oaths of unassailable origin to baffle the minds of logicians and those who would wield the reigns of reality to corral such crazies as I.
I am hard and unyielding, pith and pithy, tar and strength and utter fallacy.
I look into infinity and pierce its darkest, dankest depths with the starry eyes of a ****-eyed optimist, whole and hale, unbroken by infinity.
I stare down the emptyness of death and even He must yield to my inexorable presence.
I open every door with my little pinholes to the definition of everything, visualizing and defining and actualizing more than you could ever hope or want to see.
And I am the only sanity in an unintelligent creation.
I cannot be bound by the laws of physics, by mathematics, mindless drivel or rules of etiquette; that which makes you squirm is my only release from the doldrum'd existance of normalcy and complacency. I am eternally free to grant the world charity and to haunt its dreams, both everything and nothing and a mixture of the two. I am the conflagration of all that can go right and all that can fail.
I have 15 cookies in my cookie jar.
Even the greatest of you are held
For what the least of you have wrought.
And even the bravest of you are slain
When cowards flee their lot.
Sculpt to perfection, our granite societies
Hide the faults of subtle decay
Ready for war and peace in turn to cure
Our infinite dismay.
Stumbling gloriously in overconfident zeal--
Going *bump* in the night and scaring the children
Ninjitsu, yoga, spiritual fun
Harnessing chi and finding our zen.
So twist the fates and don't interrupt the cards;
Let them be--
Their inexorable descent--
It's a magic trick, you see...
Whispering through silence,
Voices in the night,
They who come to haunt us,
Speak to me tonight;
Whispering their feelings,
Indirectly through my mind,
Voices all around me,
Not trying to be kind,
Ignoring my light presence,
Flowing in my soul,
They whisper deep dark secrets,
Shiver every bone;
Such darkness in arcana,
Dark scrolls unto my mind,
Deep and bloody etchings,
Pouring down my spine,
Whispers of dark power,
Burning in my skull,
I retain each broken dream,
Nowhere I can call home;
Breaking down reality,
Falling to the heels,
In need of someone to help,
Show me what is real.
When we seize the delicate frames
Of caterpillars in our hands
We notice how small
They are.
We see how they crawl
Upon their tiny little legs
That they could only cover so far of a distance
No mile ever ventured beyond their life
No sustenance besides that which is underneath
Their fragile feet.
And what how many ticks
Their miniature heart beats
Tocks the clock and the calendar
Of only 6 months passed
In our short and brief eon
This newfound friend is but a stone.
To see how still they stand
Waiting and helpless,
Our calloused palms can only protect them
In the little pocketed air jars we have
Cherishing what quiet hours we spend
With our comrade and partner statues.
That to set them free
When that moment do so comes,
We cry
For God only knows
How much of our own lives have left away.
has drained out,
and they are brittle
like Winter is brittle,
cold like November
drifting toward December.
Before the faintest
hint of pink
touches the horizon – when
stars litter the sky
for which trees old as season
still reach and bend –
the ritual, the spell
bears with it again
in boots and camouflage
a memory of hunts preceding:
We pause at the path’s turn
into overgrowth and stumble past
the stand the second time
this weekend, last year, three falls
ago, sweating. We climb makeshift
ladders to settle in makeshift, groaning
stands. Hands and toes
eternally cold, aching.
How laborious this reality
and stubborn our persistence
to bear it; yet, how
natural the manner
we whisper up
an Other in the woods –
who knows no more truth
than the absolute still
between a blink, a pulse, a breath.
As Others we swift to stem
the return
to wiser selves:
the conscious bulk heaving
down the ladder, drawing feeling
back to unfeeling limbs.
Then the stand
is empty. Leaves dance,
fall. Then the season’s passed.
And the wind sinews
through the trees
on cloven hooves
under an always
rising, always
setting sun.
The absence of the sun
Darkness envelops the skies
Crying, the world seems to be.
Restricted to the confinements of shelter
The patter of rain on the window
Great sorrow expressed by the heavens
Life outside as quiet as the void
Affecting even the warmth of hearts
Freezing them to their very core
Longing for the downpour to cease
Eager to see the light once more.
Round 68 is now open and will end on Sunday, October 3
My eyes wander down and
lazily land on the cherry-blood-red
bulbous balloon of a nose that crowns
the garishly and gaily paint garbed face of
the horror that torments me in the
most terrible of my terrors that
haunt me in the REM that one readily relates to
restfulness.
He speaks in words peppered with puns and with
words opening and flowing like the air from his lungs
that inflate the pastel spheres and tubes that expand in his hands and magically-
Insidiously-
turn into the whole zoo with a flip of his hand and a twist and a pop or two.
I tersely tell that he’s not wanted here
with my ice cold glazed look of indignity and fear
of a three year old who is quickly realizing that his mom isn’t realizing that
he’s deathly afraid of the costumed charlatans who inhabit big-top tents of the circus.
He looks up to
my perch at the top of the stairs
and tersely replies that he’s getting paid to do this,
and he won’t get a good tip if the birthday boy won’t come on downstairs and enjoy
the entertainment provided to him for this celebration of his
likely insignificant birth.
And that he’s getting paid to do this, so he’s a professional,
and that behind the makeup he’s just another adult
who doesn’t much enjoy tormenting children,
haunting dreams or causing the sheets to become engorged with
the product of the bed wetting of a terrified, unconscious child.
But his eyes lie, unlike mine
“bye bye, clown guy”
I have 15 cookies in my cookie jar.
TIME IS OVER (the game is also)
Seize the seconds
Time is confusing
Never give up what
The game is holding
Over at this time
Its money consuming
Will you be pleasant
So good that’s coming (exciting)
Bow down this time
Has to be amusing
Incarcerated freedom
Gutless kneeling
If the scars won’t fade away
So does guilt on its own way
Either way the crowd feigns agonizing
I pray
Never slay again
Haven’t you faced pain?
I play repentant
Dried alike
Crossed the paths
That aligns the stars
Ignite the fires of demise
I play
to never slay again
special thanks to sentimentgx4 for the sig
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