Poetry Running Contest - Submission Thread

[iCwalzy]

Blank.
Your mind goes blank,
Right before you decide to kill.
Blank is your mind.
Mentally ill.

[Ilvaldi]

Prayers

_____Dear God,
I am writing to you from a far off country.
It is cold here, and I am the only one awake.
There was a tree near where I lived,
a white oak that had a name
but I never learned what it was. It used to stand
in front of the chapel, which I have not been to
but once, when seeing off my grandfather
who was someone I never really knew.
But to know he was the first to cradle me
when I was small, his hands, large enough
to hold me with just one, able to crush my body
by the grip of his veteran fingers, or let me fall
like apples from a hanging branch—
to have him outlived by a quieter monument
which waved patiently in the wind,
I could only feel lesser, even though I
outlived it, without trying.
I would have paid my respects to that one,
with a name on it. You should have seen it—
it was as beautiful as us, not knowing time.

[Zelderex]

Signups for PRC 189 are now closed, good luck, and join us again for PRC 190!

[Guilan]

Somber Wishes

In some dark corner of your heart, hidden
There is Sade.
Rejoice! You can always find Machiavelli
Hedonism and its friends.

Curiosity
Unveils the realm of the forbidden
Denial can not cover it
Something we could never ignore since our birth.

And our fear
fuels the heat
powerless we are

Primal instincts
Scientific methods
Much to our dismay.

And I hope for something like a solution
While chewing my gum contentedly
Following the path I find less bizarre.

......


"Talvez a gente possa se encontrar
Num desses momentos que tanto se imaginou
Um mundo cheio de pressa e a gente aqui
Sem pressa nenhuma.
Você precisa aprender a viver de verdade
Porque
O que a gente vive é uma vida e nada mais."

[Preve]

cuddle

get a little closer; let it fill
cut open my sternum and pull
my little ribs apart too
oh let me envelop you

i need to be held still
cut open my beating heart and pull
my sinews all around you
the blood swelling in red pools

my body blankets for the cold
cut my fat into warm holes
my little ribs around you
my wet parts all surround you
cut into my sternum and pull
deconstruct my mind to be dull
destroy me once you're full
let me rot away until

you love me forever still
slide into my bleeding heart and pull
my sinews all around you
the blush welling in red pools

bonus (meh.):

penguin

I fell and drew my body
a lie - a pointless folly
if I'm gone I'll make a whole
a lie - a pointless soul
stuck emptiness and nothing else
let me run - escape myself
I need to flee eternity
and embrace my mortality
doves are pretty but they fly;
I'll be a penguin so I'll die

[Ilvaldi]

Man of Steel
____For Ted Sim.

When I think of the scene
of when Clark Kent saves a bus
full of children sinking in a river,
I don’t think of Superman

but the example I hear
often in Kant, of a child
drowning in a pond. It showed
we are beings of moral worth,

unconditional and incomparable,
because we can choose
to save or let the poor child
die. And when I think of that,

I remember the time
when the water dragged me
deep into the pool, and my body
could not raise itself. I could see

the light through the blue,
my feet dangle, arms flailing
over nothing. My bones
must have been made of metal

for me to descend so low;
my lungs made of iron,
while my mouth opened wide,
and drank the sea.

I was a man of steel.
I could not fly in this world,
but you did, when you lifted me,
let me leaned on your shoulder

without effort, as if you’ve held
burning planes before, and I
was just a falling bird. If at all,
I sank. If anything, you were worthy.

[BlippyTheSlug]

Goldfish

Meandering to my aquarium walls
I goggle at the world outside
Chewing vacantly
Wondering what it's like out there
Swishing through the plants
Wandering to the filter outlet
For a breath of filtered air
Rooting along the floor
Sucking up anything that may have fallen
Alone in my bowl

[Zelderex]

Submissions for PRC Round 190 are now closed, thank you; good luck; and I hope to see you all again for PRC 191!

[Preve]

poison

all i deserve is poison and death
breath coloured purple with vomit and sex
that day at school when a classmate told me i was weird
and i said you were wrong and burst into tears
and ran

i should have listened
i should have been sicker

rattling coughs and stopped noses
spitting up my mind's blood and phlegm
all i do is cough from something that isn't there
all i do is feel like death
all i want is to know

that which will kill me

Spoiler:

this part was clever but doesn't fit:

look around we have our distant life before us
bloom to nothing and then we die
we are tumors and cancers and blue pills
we breathe poison and we excrete lies

look around we're ruining everything before us
look around we're killing truth with lies
the truth is nothing when facts are worthless
we create ourselves with discrete lies

[LuckNorris]

A Lonely Pine

I would like to live,
In endless solitude,
For when my heart stops beating,
My lungs stop breathing,
I will know no difference
Between life and death.
And when my time passes,
Bury me between
A lonely pine,
So that it will resemble
My existence.
Memories will linger,
Of a cheerful time,
But so distant are those,
Out of focus, blurred.

And when a passerby,
May stop and look
At the lonely pine,
He will shed no tear,
Will not cry,
But still feel a presence
Of one he never knew.

[SpikeSpiegel]

The Cold of a Winter's Night

He kissed her with lips that were as dry as his love for her
As they walked and talked in the cold of a winter's night.
The feelings were gone but the smiles remained, for too long.
They laughed at themselves and what they did wrong
And poked at each other's separating ways and lives.
They stopped at a bench in the cold of a winter's night
And he called her a selfish, bitter bitch. The kind that rips out
Your heart and leaves it there to wallow in the very blood it pumps.
And she called him a wimp who could not speak up to a woman,
Nonetheless, for himself. And despite the jabs they took,
The hooks they threw, and the stab wounds that left them bleeding
In the cold of a winter's night, they couldn't help but laugh
At what they did wrong, at the smiles that lasted for too long,
Because they both knew that they were too young and dumb
To try to love the way they tried to love each other.

[Ilvaldi]

Cerberus

I never knew your name,
but I would have guessed
it was the same as the dog
who fished you from the river
when you were three. I’d imagine,
to this day, he still waits for you
at the gates, not much to do, nipping
the asphodels from the ash. I wonder
sometimes, on those hours
when the vacancy is at its all time high,
does he sleep? Does he dream? Does he try
to remember the days when hell
was just a small hole in the ground?
I want to know what is the world
on his shoulder? How does fire
spill from his mouth? Are the flames bile?
Is the bile blood? And is this all, some way,
a form of grief? I have never died,
so I could not know. But if I did,
I would breathe fire for you
and speak of smoke all the same,
even though, my name is Ocean.

[Zelderex]

I love you like the burning
of a world gone mad loves
the ashes of the pyramids and
the husks of the collossus and
when I dream I dream of
my blue haired psychopath god
laying with me in the rubble
of the great wall-

I love you like the dying of
the brightest star; like a black
hole loves the light and brings
it near from afar and when
I scream I scream in rage,
rage, rage, RAGE against
the fear of the dying of the last
blue dawn on a horizon that's cast
against a backdrop of man on machine
suicide love notes etched into the
ashes of the pyramids and when
I DREAM-

I dream of my blue haired psy-
chopath god and the breaking
down of all the walls and all the
towers and I dream of my collossus
and I rage at a husk and I would
burn down the world
to give you the ashes

[Zelderex]

Submissions for PRC Round 191 are now closed, good luck, and I hope to see you all again for Round 192!

[iCwalzy]

Modded in the Face.

Ouch.
I made a joke..
One that didn't set well with a certain bloke.
I was banned for a week, but now set free!
Oh, how 7-day suspension killed me.
Not able to write poetry, not able to vote.
Not even able to discuss the mass spoilers afloat!
It's nice to be back, I suppose.
Although my poetry sucks, it's more fun than typical prose.