Creative Writing Poetry Contest

This night in my mind will never be seen by day,
But I will remain here...
The night seems right,
to me...and the darkness,
conceals my mistakes
Even though each one is the same.
In here no-one can see me
so no-one can kill me
over and over again.
In here everything remains a secret
In here nobody can see it
The truth
That has been hidden here all this time
But you can soon see in the dark
And I dont mind living like this,
I dont mind hiding from the bliss
Because eventually sadness will come
Eventually insanity will rise
Until then people will never realize
That this cycle was never meant to be broken
like everything else.

I dont know what the hell is this.....seriously lol

 

Two poems

These are two poems: One is your usual depressed-state-of-mind poem, while the other takes a more "political" stance.

Enjoy.


"The Coward: The Gun Pointed At The End Of The Universe"


Burning forest and a happy tragedy's smile
Certain time of day...what could these wheel-chair demons say?
Down on my kness you told me I was wrong..

But who are you to scream..oh voiceless one?

Come embrace this night of foolish sexual deliverance
Not at all exquisite..yet the coming morning...I'll not forget this...
Thanking you...I close this door for the final time


Walk away and leave behind your wake of immortalilty...

With open hands I will lead you down
And watch it all with closed eyes..
Seeing the boy piss on your gate is such a rewarding pass-time

Say..how long till the sun comes 'round?
As soon as the night succumbs to blue
I will point my designated weapon
Over at you...

Wither in the wishes of one who trembles in fear
Ill leave them here...in the hopes that their malice will disappear

A bleeding field of nails...a red carpet leading towards your end
Hanging above..praying for the fall
While those same nails curse for ascension...

Inside...
I feel imprisonment hold sway
And on this floor...
I wanna writhe it all away
On his night of silent earth
I will show you reasons to pray
And on this frigid night of broken dreams
The voiceless little boy in you...
Will scream..

So bored on my noose
Ill disarm this world with a eulogy to the ones beside
The seraphs have ceased to applaud...
Now they will only cry

I strike you like a child..
They were correct in calling me weak
For my fists...
Do nothing but weap..

A handful of worms at a time...
A selfless medicated sacrifice
In order...to make everything within...

Live...



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"Endings: The Shredding Principality"



"Damn that boy and his urinating on the front gates of the mind-raping songs of enlightenment
Damn him and his destroyed-principles that seem to bloom every ****ing Winter
I hate that ****ing child!
Trying to disguise himself as my newly-manufactured heroin-needle
Why cant he just...disappear?!"

Yells the fat man by the counter
His son embracing him with prosthetic limbs
Their eyes staring at the past-present-and-future of a world slowly drowning

A trip to the grocery-store of malnourished ethiopian slaves brings a smile upon the faces of the American family
But what ends the synthetic-grin is the realization that martyrs still pay the yearly tax on living...

What becomes of the "otherside" as this door of worship-gone-awry slowly closes?
What becomes of your pride as that same ethiopian child who you purchased last winter..
Grows up big and strong to **** your wife and impregnate your daughter?

(Thus a new family is ripped from their roots...glad to be seperated from the unchosen masses of fundamentaly-indifferent drones they call "brethen")

Well as the months roll on by and the people flock back to their summer-homes on some island at the edge of the world,
The muscles of the nation atrophy with free-flowing narcotics (made from Grade-A lies and the burning of some poor Colombian man's fields)
And its youth grow into unshaven fat-men who yell at their handycapped kids about the horrors of the new-born society

So the ending of days draws near
I for one was raised with impatience
Alas' the eternal wait is a harsh punishment to this bleeding soul
So I pray to be soon tied to a pole..
Left to dry amidst the torn battle-flags of the conquered nations

Well, the New Eve approaches with haste
And still I have not a way to end my "epic"
Thus this path best suit me...for I am one hard fellow to please
Will it be clear of the obelisks that convey unneccesary truths?
And what about the boy with the flaming stomach?
I long to see this road open and clear
Devoid...
Of everything that was left behind

So as I reach the end of my open-highway I feel a sense of golden compassion burning within
A strangle-hold upon my emotion...and new spirit to encompass the new form
So with renewed vigor I crawl towards the promised land with no messiah to guide me
On bandaged knees that will not end their friction against the desert sands
On hands bruised and scarred by the previous chapter
And on eyes that were blessed with only the sight of nothing but a greying-spectrum of decaying radiance
So I run to this portal of glory with arms in a wide arc of new hope

Only to be lead back to a small apartment in downtown Seattle
The flames of the city licking the very walls of my solitude
For there is no end that exists to this unfaltering balance of bull**** and anger

So I laugh in desolation...
Upon the revealment of the untrue shredding of this void
For there is no such existance that will welcome me...

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*Whew!*

 

hm well lets see....i've been writing a lot lately...and i haven't posted in MONTHS soooooo...i wrote this one a couple weeks ago at school. since i was too lazy to write one for school, i just used this one in my thing for school i had to do. oh well. my teacher gave me some awfully weird looks and still does once in a while...hehe...so this one is a tad bit..umm...weird :sweat2: well, here goes nothing...

Insanity

Scorching skin
Cracking daisies
The smell of burning flesh arises
Smoke runs through the pores of life
While death flows behind it.

Bleed, scream, suffer the hell
How do you like it now?
Rip, tear, shred your mind.
Kill the soul at heart.
Claw your fingers out of their sockets
Pull your scalp from its roots.

Burn, break, tarnished with sweet redness of joy
Steam, boil, watch the flesh ignite.
Smiles of bliss and giggles of delight
Watching you burn all night.


hehe ok...so anyways...i'm not sure if im just evil or what, but every time i read the last stanza in this poem, i begin to laugh....anyone else do the same? :dizzy2:

 

My Poem

Alright, my poems tend to be on the morbid side, so i apologize if i make any one uncomfortable....but yeah... :shy3:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Back off
You never let me be the person I wanted to be
Always holding me back, from the things that I wanted most
You need to let me be
Stop holding on so tight
Back off
And let me be the person I want to be,
I need to break free
And learn from my own mistakes
Learn how to take care of myself
Instead of you always doing it for me
So back off, and let me be,
The person I really want to be.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I Miss You
The tears stream down my face.
They haven’t stopped since I last saw you.
I wish you would come back to me.
Even though I know you love her still
But your still apart of my heart
I don’t want to let you go
I love you still
Why can you see?
I'm sick and tiered of crying
I wish it would stop
I say that I’ve moved on.
But half my heart…still belongs to you
I wish I could move on
But half of me wont
I love you,
And always will
I won’t let you go…
It still brings tears to my eyes
Have you really moved on?
Is her love for you as true as mine?
Or is it fake? As my heart tells me it is.
I cry for you
Hoping you won’t get hurt
I never want to see you in pain.
Why must we be so far apart?
Something I wish I could change
I want to be with you so bad
I don’t want to cry from missing you
I want to be in your arms
Safe and warm
I won’t cry anymore
because I will be with you
I won’t miss you any longer
I'll be at your side.

Alright, those are only a few, there are more on my web page....Clicky Clicky So yeah...let me know what you think...

Misao

 

My Addiction (Corruption)
It is changing my core
I am becoming the corruption I hate
I am scum, a useless *****
It is decaying my psychological state
Every time I dig into your insides
I lose a little more of myself
I hate the pleasure your body provides
It becomes harder to remember oneself
I despise the fact I love it so much
Hate what i have done to my soul
And the fact that i devour your simple touch.
Slowly losing all my self-control
Bleeding out from me, losing my humanity
Pure insanity, I’m lost within lust's vanity.

 

Lies
You have no idea what you really are
A monster that just hides its scars
How do you feel on the inside
Hiding beneath your fake love and pride
Think we need to be saved
In your mind we are depraved
Your becoming lost in your fairy tales.

Your blind faith will end you
Your god will abandon you
But you wont believe it
You just cant see it
Go on spreading the lies
Turned deaf from your own cries

This is your idea of perfection
Adding more souls to the collection
Thinking you are better then the rest
You arent ****ing blessed
All the pain,you could never cope
You just take in the lies,and get false hope.
How do you feel on the inside?
Hiding beneath your fake god and the lies

 

Wow. Morbidness is fun!

Balance

Is your night
A sweet, dark blanket
Wrapped around a sleeping child?
Or is it
A howling demon
Sent from hell to snatch your soul?
Do you shake
From fear and horror
As a fierce storm brews outside?
Or do you
Embrace the darkness?
Feel it raging through your mind.
Does the world
Need just one aspect?
Good or evil, right or wrong?
Or should we
Maintain a balance
Keeping all points of view strong?
Is the light
Your guardian angel
Rising free above the clouds?
Or is it
A painful brightness?
Shield your eyes from heaven’s glow.
Are you good?
Or are you evil?
Are you of both night and day?
Angel’s wings
Tainted with malice
Demons with eyes full of light.

Look in a mirror
And see yourself.

 

Heres a lil crap one I wrote awhile ago,its nothing special but still one of my favorites for some stupid odd little reason.


Sore
Take the blade push it in
Rip it a little more
Tear apart the skin
Bleed out from my core
Wash away my sin
Take out my heart,that festering sore
It was rotting me from within.

 

You peoples are too depressing... anyways, here's something I'm making up as I go along...

After writing it I am calling it:

"teh g0th u ph33r"

Whine, cry, moan and *****
Got it so tough, got it so rough
Life is such teh suk
And I can't take it anymore
Cry about my family
Because I don't like them
Whine about my life
Because it gets me attention
Talk of blood and darkness and shadows
It turns all the eyes to me
Feeds the craving, feeds the addiction
Look at me, Mr. Center-of-Attention
Give me pity for pseudo-sorrow
Because you don't know what it's like
Having it so tough, having it so rough
Because, oh boo hoo, no one understands me
And, oh boo hoo, no one comprehends me
And, oh boo hoo, I feel so witty-smart
Because I make Roget gyrate
In circular motions within his final resting place
For the squares that can't make it out
My oh-so-uber-cool poetry-writing skillz
That means making Roget spin in his grave
But I'm too good for saying it like that
Because no one understands me
And no one comprehends me
Life sucks, life sucks
Blanket of dark, blanket of blood
Razor sharp blade, fort tight noose
Death, suicide, darkness, shadows
I am teh g0th u ph33r
Pity me, for it's the blade I hold dear
See? I made a rhyme, I'm such a poet
I'm so good at this, I didn't even know it
But no, can't let this get too cheery
Whine, cry, moan and *****
I got it so rough, I got it so tough
'cause no one else has ever had a bad life
It's only me, all about me
Mr. Center-of-Attention
Give me attention
'cause I can I say I cut myself
And you believe
So look at me and feed me
Feed this addiction, feed this craving
Because I am teh g0th u ph33r
...
DEATH DESTRUCTION MAYHEM BLOOD GORE SUICIDE RAZOR BLADES
And furry white bunnies
And fluffy wuffy kitties
Joy for the nonsense

 

Hahaha thats a funny poem,not to bad at all.But just because poems are depressing doesnt mean people think their life sucks.Its an outlet of emotion,everyone gets depressed or angry,so you shouldnt knock it just because you dont agree with it.You dont see people dissing on happy poems here do you?

 

Of course not. There's hardly a happy poem to speak of here, and they're all t oo busy whining about life and talking of suicide and blood and shadows and darkness.

And "knocking it" because "I don't agree with it" is all part of having an opinion and also a basis for a lot of writings and poetry.

 

Yep yep,you are right,but the fact still remains youre the only one *****ing.I understand you have a right to say what you want, but this thread isnt here for you to complain about others writings.Dont like it,dont read it.

 

Oh,you have the right to poke fun at goths because you never post sad poems?Then what the **** is this ****?

And this:

Not to mention this:

As well as:

Man,what a snivelling little pussy.

In ya face,biatch.

-BC

 

Apparently you must have missed the end of the poem which ties together the whole point of the poem being that no matter what negativity there is that everything is okey-dokey-peachy-keen in the end because I have the girl I love. The other poem is a written of collection words that we had to do in my creative writing class from a collection of pictures that we were given.

If you really have to search so hard and found negativity in those poems you truly are an artist lacking of vision and intelligence and I am sorry that you are simply that closed-minded. I mock poems and songs of negativity because I can, and all poems that I have that bare resemblance to such are not, in fact, negative, because through the poem they pick up unlike the poems which I mock which base there "artistic ability" solely on how well they can talk about how they want to die because life sucks so much and that is it; I, however, go in to a more positive statement in my poems to show how stupid it all really is.

 

I agree with you Legato....here are a couple I wrote recently:

ABOUT A BOY

Your bright face seems so far from me
I’ve lost all light, within my heart
I can’t seem to see anyone.
I’m so far down
Your light doesn’t find me anymore
I can’t find your face…
The tears cascade down my cheeks
I don’t think that they will stop
Until I’m by your side
Warm and safe…with in your embrace
In your light, light of which shines for me…
I love you dearly,
You face so kind…and warm.


FALLEN


The tears are fallen down
I don’t see them anymore
Nothing can reach me
Ive lost all hope
No one ever seems to care how I really feel
My heart always gets broken
I cant seem to stop it
This last time, has finally pushed me over the edge
Ive lost all emotion…all the feelings I’ve once had
The words you say…
Cant reach me here….
Ive fallen to far down
No one can reach me now.

HAPPINESS IN DEATH

It is said life can bring you happiness
But it seems to me that I will only find happiness
In death.
Don’t worry Im still quiet alive
And will be for some time
Because only a coward will take their own life.
But really it must be nice
Being in an eternal sleep
Maybe I’ll try it…
Just not now.
I still have people here I love and want to protect
So I stay for them…
Even if I am just an empty shell.

ECLIPSED

Im tiered of being pushed around
I don’t want to do the things you want me to do
I always feel that Im in her shadow
I never seem to do anything right
I always get out shinned
She always eclipses everything I do
So im just going to quit trying
It doesn’t seem worth it to me
Its not worth my pain and tears
I quit…She wins…She can have all the ****ing glory.
I mean its not like I matter any way…
Right?

Misao

 

Woah there, mister PMS. Calm down before you blow a blood vein or two. A pity that you didn't hand any '*******' his '***' to him. In fact, I believe you handed your own '***' to yourself. You know, there's a thing called perception. It consists of you thinking through the whole passage and seeing the overall meaning instead of picking out little details and flaring about them. Now, debaters could care less about perception, but if you are going to criticize someone, the usage of perception is recommended. Just so, you know, you don't look like a '***' to everybody else.

Note - I am by no means using the astericked words as direct insults - I'm only using them to pound in the counter because he's using them as well. No offense.

 

All right,Id rather not see anymore fighting here.We can settle this in private messages.I dont want to see this thread locked up over a disagreement.

 

No,I understand perfectly well.

Amon posted a poem that was an obvious insult towards people who write sad and gloomy poems.I perceived that as an insult towards my friend.And I also perceived Amon's previous poems as hypocritical.So I simply pointed that out.I apologize if I made it seem like I was a little red.

I also perceived my friend's Legato666's poems as well written and as things that he held dear to his heart.It just wasn't right having someone put their emotions and everything on a public forum only to be made fun of.

I don't usually go into rants like that.I just felt that it was very appropriate for this situation.In my entire stay here at these forums,i've seen people much like Mr. Sena here,go unpunished.I wanted to do something about it.I'm sure many other people here felt that what I did was necessary.However,I may have gone a little overboard on the second reply.For that,I'm sorry.

-BC

 

I wrote this one like a week ago...it maybe a bit...uh...nvm....i let you just read it... >>; I was a tad angry when I wrote it....

REALITY IS A Wh*re

I just wanna scream
Let go of everything
I never seem to do anything worth recognition
I try so hard
Its never good enough fer them
Why do I even try?
I don’t thin its worth my time
I wanna let go
Get away from reality
Cuz reality is a wh*re
I wanna run away
Really there is nothing here for me
I wanna be a person unto myself
Nothing anyone else says is worth a flying f*ck to me
I feel so much pain
Why wont it go away?
Damn f*cking reality wh*re
Just set me free!
Just leave me alone
I don’t care for what youre saying to me
You believe in all your lies
Your not my only friend
You f*cking reality wh*re
Just let me be
Leave me along
I quit. Forsake everything here
Just leave me to my thoughts
My own torment
Cant you see all the pain I already put my self through?
Obviously you don’t
F*cking reality wh*re
My mind is screaming…racing
Just f*cking leave
I don’t care what you say
What you want
IM MY OWN F*CKING PERSON!
Let me do what I want when I want
Cant you see?
You didn’t hurt me
Nothing can hurt me
Nothing can stop me
You lose. F*cking Reality wh*re
I have control over my mind
Nothing can stop me
The pain I feel
The tears I cry
Are all caused by my own inner turmoil
My mind is my own
So you can leave
No reality fer me
You f*cking reality wh*re
Reality will never hold me back from all I wanna do
Reality never slows me down
I make my own laws
Not some reality wh*re.

 

:sweat: I'm not a very good writer or poet but I'll give it a try. ^^ This is the first poem I've written ever and it's from one of my character's perspective.

"Forever lost within my obdurate soul
A life of callous new or old
Trapped forever by walls that never kneel
For my ruthless heart would never feel.

Until you came along to set me free
My callous heart, finally at it's ease
From my previous life of pain and darkness
You have given me love and kindness.

From the deepest of your heart
You know we'll never part.
Fretted by chains of steel
For you know well how I feel.

Within your citrine eyes is where they've shown
For my wall of frost has finally been broken
Love and Kindness ignited the scarlet flame
And it is you Sesshomaru I address the blame.

For Airen will never leave your side
No matter how many years elapses by."