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Jun 03, 2012 09:59AM
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Forget it since this is the very first poetry contest of this group NO THEME!
(Just thought I should put a trigger warning; 'The following contents have previously been described as disturbing and readers should be alerted that the following contents may possibly trigger feelings of depression, horror and/or the possible need to self-harm.' Warning you just in case.)As Darkness Consumes.
Cold and alone, forgotten through time,
Surrounded by many yet still so isolated,
Chained down by the icy darkness in your own mind,
Living in monotone, not quite there,
Not quite alive,
Screaming inside, slowly falling into the twisting depths of insanity,
Crying for freedom from your own mind,
Begging desperately for someone to notice, for someone to save you before its too late,
Slowly deteriorating to beyond a shell of yourself yet no one notices,
No one hears your desperate cries
No one sees past that thin-lipped smile that never reaches your eyes,
Tricked by the illusion you've reluctantly cast,
Wanting someone to notice yet fearful of letting someone in,
Closed off for fear of loneliness,
An outcast,
The solitary witness, observing the world from the shadows as it keeps on turning without you,
Leaving you behind, a person who doesnt belong,
There, but not quite there,
Pushed into the darkest corners of your mind,
Trapped inside by your own thundering darkness,
Alone, cold and afraid,
Bitter hatred, darkened insanity claws at your mind, tearing you to shreds,
Chipping away at what little sanity you have left,
And as with an icy sinking of your stomach your are jolted by the dreaded realisation that there is no turning back now,
No escape, no rescue coming for you,
Alone in your room, bitter tears of regret and defeat flooding down your cheeks, you open your mouth and scream,
And scream,
And scream,
You scream with gut-wrenching emotional agony,
As darkness consumes all...
O.o
Very possessive...
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Waterfall *Daughter of Northridge Earthquake*, Mediator of Voices
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Screw this. Where's my computer?
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TogetherI look at my hands.
The tips are hard.
From years at my guitar.
They are etched with art.
Ink in the sides.
Lead on the tips.
Dirt under my nails.
From working in the garden.
I look at my legs.
Strong from years of soccer.
And years of movement.
Scattered scars tell a story.
Of pain and triumph.
Of luck and sweat.
I look into my eyes.
Can they see what i see?
Or the fruit of a posionous tree.
Sometimes i miss who i used to be.
But i am glad i was never you.
You who don't know hard work.
When i look at your hands i see lazy.
Perfect nails and soft palms.
Never twisted or bent.
Never broken or harmed.
You have to likes but outside beauty.
When poision runs like blood in your viens.
When i look at your arms
i see tan and no scars.
They are tiny and skinny.
Worthless in the fight.
No muscle in sight.
You must do nothing.
You are a pathetic white monkey.
And when i meet your eyes
You look so strong and deadly.
Like the boy at the blackmarket.
Your eyes are like my sword.
Sharp and unmerciful.
though little do you know
in just one kick i could kill you.
So stop calling my hair hands rough,
Stop saying i'm too buff.
Stop saying i will take away your dignity.
Because i've worked hard.
To disregard
your pathetic
face.
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Waterfall *Daughter of Northridge Earthquake*, Mediator of Voices
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You kick us out of your house
But we're cold, so cold.
You say we lived on before warm houses and fires
But that was our ancestors, not us.
We leave anyway
Choosing instead to build our own homes next to yours.
You grab the hose, douse us with water, destroy our homes,
kill our children.
Yell at us to leave.
We have nowhere to go
But we leave anyway.
We find new homes,
In the mountains and fields,
The wild where we know no one lives.
Then a hiker comes, or a family camping,
and blacks out our life with the bottom of their shoe
The scream of a frightened child the last sound we hear.
There's no mercy for us
Our venom is your excuse
For our extinction.
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Waterfall *Daughter of Northridge Earthquake*, Mediator of Voices
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