Poem Contest No.1

The rules;
1. It must be your own work
2. It must be at least 4 stanzas long (16 lines)
3. Only 1 poem per poet
4. No internet slang

You may use normal slang, explicit language and suicide/rape themes.
The winner/s will be decided on December 6th.

1st = I will comment and vote on two of your works, and will write a poem dedicated to your work.
2nd = I will comment and vote on two of your works.
3rd = I will comment on one of your works.

Thankyou for your time
Matt

After a Fight!

All alone,
can you feel the pain,
everything just cant be washed away like the rain,
you sit alone and think,
should i,
should i not,
thou can not help to think what he/she can not ponder,
making the hard decision to stay alive,
make your thoughts past not once but twice,
knowing in your heart you know whats right,
people just think they can change your life,
but now you think,
look what they have raised me to become,
a person within is just waiting to rise again,
the times get vicious to much on your mind,
all you can wonder is who or what is mine,
loosing track of time,
you have none to waste,
you pick up your knife in shameful haste,
one direct incision,
can make it all just turn to tears,
hoping you can take you life,
putting all the pain behind you,
letting it all go,
but you stop and think,
you know you have to stay,
theres someone wanting you,
all you can do is say no to the blade,
because the girl you love,
you promised never to let her down,
to always be there for her,
to cheer her up when she is down,
to make her feel like she is wearing a crown,
to always love her,
you take the knife and you throw it forth,
the knife hits the wall,
and bounces back shattered in half like your life,
you take a breath,
you grab the phone,
you dial the number,
you set things straight,
everything is perfect,
everything is great,

~~this poem is dedicated to my girlfriend Bianca!!~~

The first drops of rain hit me
I'm still standing here
Darkness starts to set in
Where are you, my dear?

I'm scared, I'm lost
Please help me find my way
You promised you'd be here
I've waited all day

How could you do this to me?
Something is wrong
I guess I'll just get home
I've waited too long

Aimlessly I walked
I didn't know where I was going
I ran across the street
I didn't know what I was doing

The light was too bright
I tried to open my eyes
A large crowd gathers
"Mommy, is that girl gonna die?"

My heart hits the floor
The pain penetrates through my head
Memories of us start to flash
One by one they start to fade

My breath is getting shorter
I can't hold on much longer
"I'm sorry, she's dead,"
It was too late

As my soul arose
I saw you running towards the crowd
I called for you
But my screams didn't seem loud

Tears ran down to warm your cheeks
As you held on to my lifeless body
You didn't care about the world
you kept saying "Baby, I'm sorry"

You stood there and watched
As they took me away
Your body felt numb
As your world turned grey

Baby, I just want you to know
That it wasn't your fault
A drunk driver took me
And my life came to a halt

I want u to stay strong
Please keep me in your prayers
I want you to move on
Get on with life's desires

Baby I'll be watching you
From up and above
I'll be your guardian angel
You are the one forever I love

Starts With Goodbye By: ItalianStallion

Starts with goodbye
some hearts have the stars on their side
some hearts just get lucky sometimes
so hard to see myself without you

guess I'm going to have to hurt
guess I'm going to cry
just don't want to let you go
life gets that much harder without you

when you look back on times we had
love was always there for us
all the good times we have been through
all my dreams lie within you

I want to be inside your heaven
I want to be the only one
your the one I can stay with
when I'm sad and want to cry

so take me to the place you cry from
cause I'll never stop loving you
I'll promise you love until forever
Love without end, amen

The Elegy of the Lovers
by HansRik

I cannot say in words how much I've loved
For words help not t'express the lover's wish.
Canst thou not see the pain of being unloved?
Or more the languid dolence we anguish?

Now I have lost yon opportunity,
The fire of love has burned this heart of mine
Crying, waning, yonder atrocities
Committed for love, for this thought of thine.

But I shall make myself an oak that stands
Upon thy doors and howls thy name fore'er.
And nevermore this pain will understand,
The love I have for thee, my dear girl.

The hills that sing and dream about thy love
Think not that they shall be eroded, yea,
The willows chant their elegy forgone,
And rot in fetid, rancid ideals.

And walkest thou in vainest thoughts and lies,
Laughing at the trees and hills that, for you, died.
Waiting for mine heart to expire its last sighs.

How beautiful thou seem'st outside,
The sun is but a phantom by thy side.

But nay!

Thy soul is cruel and cold, like the darkest night.

(C)Copyright 2005
(Hans Rik- nom de plume)

It's raining

The cold, sultry grip of winter's coming air
As sighs of loneliness echo through the walls
The damp, grey earth seems to be breathing
Through the dark, falling sky

As water on the clouds go overweight
And break through the light, wet sheets
Of the furrowed distance and onto the plain
As all eyes stare towards the horizon

Lights crashing together, creating a medley
We can hear with our eyes and hearts
Soothing as liquid pellets on the roof
So tired, so free

Peaceful as the air, the wind, the breeze
Silent and yet not so
Frigid winter will come as the liquidic crystals delight
In the dance that brought lightning and storms
As they waver and break into smaller bits
Pitter Patter to the ground

my poem is titled " out of the closet"

I want to write a poem,
About everything I feel
But I dont even understand
What is right and real.

Its hard to portray your emotion on paper
Its your feelings that you keep inside
No one truly understands anyway
Why a thousand tears at night youve cried

Not even knowing the reason,
Behind all the lonely tears
Why they stain your face so coldly
And exaggerate your fears.

My words are spoken about my thoughts
But broken down by you
You cant begin to understand
Unless youve been through it too.

Im sorry, Im not what u want me to be
But I want to be true to my own
How can I come out with my feelings?
I guess they arent meant to be shown.

If u lie to yourself enough,
The lies will eventually seem true
Im lying to my true feelings
Hiding all my secrets from you

Am I imperfect?
Are my thoughts so impure?
Is it so hard to believe these feelings
Im having arent so obscure?

Dont tell me how Im suppose to feel
I can figure it out on my own
Dont tell me Im wrong for what I want
When to you it is unknown.

If u dont like the choices Ive made
Dont tell me how wrong I am
I can love a girl if I want to,
Cause really, I dont give a damn!

I want to write a poem,
About everything I feel
But you wouldnt understand anyway
Cause to you my feelings arent real.

This is the story, of my sad, lonely life,
Before I was a broken girl, who's friend was a knife.
I was only a year old, when my parents split apart,
And now, all of you readers, this is where the story start.

So then one day, my dad brought to me,
Someone to call, my new mommy.
She forced me to call her mom, not her first name,
They expected me, to treat my moms the same!

For several years, I didn't see my real mom much,
At night I would cry, yearning for her touch.
I was only a kid, and lived with grandparents, step-mom and dad,
I was such a lonely girl, but no one knew I was sad.

We finally moved, to a house with less bugs,
With less worries, of getting attacked by thugs.
I was happier, but still depressed,
Little did I know, there'd soon be more stress.

When I was 9, my dad got his own home,
And I moved in with him, from my grandparents I roamed.
And I missed them, Dad and her were so mean,
They called me names, and said "no dating till your 16."

At night I'd cry, and wish I could leave,
And wipe my eyes, on the top of my sleeve.
That's when it'd start, I'd wish to die,
I gave up hope, and I no longer try.

But last month, something wonderful happened,
My dad turned so mean, his heart must have blackened.
He yelled so loud, and slammed the door,
And said to me, "I CAN'T STAND YOU ANYMORE!"

Despite his rage, and my terrible fears,
I told him it was he, that changed me throughout the years!
He kicked me out, onto the street,
With nothing but, the shoes on my feet.

But now I live, with my grandparents again,
So I'm writing this poem, with a paper and pen.
I am less sad, but still depressed,
This is the story, my life's last request.

~*W.C?*~

Sitting here
Screaming inside
Trying to find a way to escape
Waiting for a light to shine through
Something..Someone..to tell her everything will be ok...
What if no one comes?
Will she make it through the day?
She sits in this dark room
With a knife in her hand
Ready to take her life away
Ready to leave this madness
Leave all her sadness behind
The time has come
No one is here
It's time for her to face her fear
She lifts the knife
Slit's her wrist
Knowing that she won't be missed
Blood starts flowing
Her face begins glowing
Death she's face's head on
Hoping that it will help her move on
Lifeless she is on the floor
The door creaks upon
Walks in a little girl
Mommy she's whispers
Are you okay?
Mommy talk to me
Tell me you all right
The girl notices a note on the door
Reads it quickley then falls on the floor
Mommy how could you do this to me?
Leave me all alone...
Who is gonna be there now that you're gone
I'm sorry mommy that you thought I didn't care....
I guess....life just isn't fair....

I always feel so god damn alone,
I cut so deep I hit the bone.
These tears are falling from my face,
I may be bleeding, but I’ll do it with grace.
You would think I’d be use to this by now,
I promised myself I would stop somehow.
But the addiction has proven itself stronger than me,
I hate myself because of what I’ve come to be.
A person who cares too much what others do,
Why hate myself but still bother to love you?
I constantly tell people I love them and care,
It’s always nice to know someone is there.
Everyday I am faced with feelings of wanting to die,
I look at “normal” people and almost break down and cry.
They think of their future and see something worth while,
When I find it hard to live through a day with a smile.
I envy these people for who they are and their happiness,
Why must some of us go through live feeling worthless?
Compassion for others grows while my self hatred stays the same,
Every time I hurt myself, all I feel is shame.
But I still do it, however many times I need to,
All I need to worry about is hiding it from you.
Which should not be a big deal, since I’ve done it for five years,
You won’t notice the cuts since you don’t notice the tears.
Naïve people think that it’s so easy to stop,
They’ve never touched a razor; they don’t know how hard it is to drop.
I have heard many hurtful words because of what I do,
These people just don’t realize it helps me to get through.
I am not saying this is good and I’m not saying that it’s right,
They don’t have to agree with me, but they could at least be polite.
Take your head out of your ass and try to do something nice,
You don’t have to like it, but realize this is my vice.
I’m not going to stop for you or for the mean things you say,
And I’m not going to explain what made me this way.
When I finally stop, it will be only for me,
Because I am at peace with who I came to be.

Silent Phone By: sammie

I sit here alone
And wait for you to call
Even though I know you wont.
The silence brings tears to my eyes
And slowly but surely I begin to cry.
I think of what your doing
And I'm wondering
If I have even crossed your mind at all to day.
But I wont give up hope...
I wait, and wait, and wait.
Still the phone is silent.
On nights like tonight
I almost hate the stars for
Glowing and reminding me of you.
I pick up the phone to
Make sure its still on,
And of course it is,
How silly of me?
I wonder to myself
If you hurt me so
How can i still be in love with you?
But then i remember
All the good times we've shared
And I'm wishing
It could be like that still.
The night is passing by
And I would lose
All sense of time
If it wasn't for the steady ticking of the clock...
As minutes become hours
In this night that seems endless,
I slowly cry myself to sleep...

Don't Cry

Come over here and talk to me
I can help if you're feeling blue
I can comfort and sooth your pain
Who cares if I'm sad too.

I can tell you it will work out
And that things will be alright
Never mind the pain I feel
As I fall asleep each night

If he has hurt your heart
And you think that he's the one
I can go and talk to him
It doesn't matter what I've become

If there is a problem in the home
Or if your friends have lied
Its not your problem that my eyes burn
From all the tears I've cried.

I can give a shoulder to cry on
And provide a caring ear
For you to pore your soul out
I'll take away any fear

But never mind my broken heart
Who cares if I want to die
It doesn't matter what I feel
As long as you don't cry

Danse Macabre

Transfixed by the movements, the musical vibrance,
We move to the tune of invisible sirens.
Reality reposes with the closing of eyelids,
Then lies change to truth and peace transforms violence.
As the colors fade from blue, all noise turns to silence.

Upon awakening, I feel an icy hand capture me;
Pulling me down, closer to insanity.
Vertigo sets in, but the dizzying gravity
Helps to realize the hand is my own, that I’m actually
Standing stock-still, alone, blinded while I atrophy.

With our head down and eyes dripping wet,
Feeling hasn’t slipped from us yet.
Silence is a burden we grow to regret,
But still a reminder of that which is set:
The music of a past we’ll never forget.

A distant drone, or a heartfelt beating,
Omnipresent and ever-repeating.
Tongue tipped with malice, the devil is feeding
And tightening the noose which constricts our dreaming.
While robbed of our fruits we lie quiet,.. selfish and bleeding.

As we sit cradled by cold, grim hands,
Choice is beckoning, it calls, it demands
To face the music and to take a stance.
And as the echo lives on through our second chance,
We’re helplessly drawn into this wreckless dance.

Swoop down, O angel of suffering,
drop to scatter your chaos upon me,
impregnate me with your viral seed.

Won't you lightly touch me with your devastation?
This destruction is just another form of creation.
Build me up with a slight tinge of instability.
Now just capitalize on my new vulnerability.

I slowly open my eyes, as well as my soul,
I'll open a place where only you can go.
Just need to feel you ease into my faded heart
Sust so I can take your neck and break it the fuck apart.

You had to get close so I could show you the suffering
that hardens my need to destruct every fuckin' thing.
You surely must have recognized my sentient devastation.
and
obviously chose to ignore my heart as it was breakin'.

Due to events out of my control the contest will be extended until further notice.

Sincerley,
Matt

Against the Wall
By: Amanda Bee

I sit on this cold sidewalk
With my back against the wall
As people pass me by
They hardly look at me at all

I stick out my right hand
And I quietly plead
Praying someone will take the time
To help a poor man in need

Some people give me a few dollars
While others pitch me a nickel or dime
Some people have nothing to offer
Because I'm not even worth their time

My very presence seems to offend them
I’m just another pathetic being
Another miserable, lazy loser
Is what I am; is what they’re seeing

I never would have thought
That I would end up sitting here
What happened to my dreams?
A house? A family? A career?

While on the road of life
Some where I’ve taken a wrong path
Now I’m lost and terrified
Completely consumed in this angry wrath

So now I try to come up with a plan
For my social restitution
To rejoin society's ranks
And put an end to this destitution

I've reached a point of desperation
Enough to lie, to cheat, to steal
As my hunger pains increase and
I don't know where to find my next meal

Something has to give because
This is not the way it’s supposed to be
I’m frantically looking for an answer
A solution to this life of poverty

I doubt I’ll make it out
In fact, I hold little hope at all
As I sit on this cold sidewalk
With my back against the wall

November Tale

The Agony of Bereavement
has taken hold of me of late.
The pain of absent love,
the effrontery of fate.

In darkness do I lumber
with eyes that scarcely see.
The embitterment of all the things
that once belonged to me.

The cerulean sky above me,
turned, long since, loose the stars,
thus nothing left to brighten me,
in darkness stay the scars.

Deprived of halcyon reveries
by cruel November frost
Remnants of love, forgone in time,
and felicity, now lost.

I take my leave, the time is due,
but grieve not long, my friend.
I do gladly welcome it;
the doom of mortal men.

Why is it people choose to love when they know it causes pain?

Is it because of how it feels cant other things make you feel the same?

Why do we search for love as if weve lost it or could find it again?

Why choose one when in the world there are many many men?

Why do fools fall in love are the blind, cant they see?

Falling hurts and so does love so why not let it be?

Searching for love is time consuming and leaves an empty hand

Why keep trying when you know itll end the same way it began?

How do you know if its love or lust or maybe something in between?

How do you know who to trust when true feelings are unseen?

Why do people constantly say follow your heart and if you dont its a sin?

If love has players and is a game what is the probability you will win?

Love is the cause of all the worlds pain so why do people desire it so?

Why do people lie, because if you arent attached why is it so hard to let go?

We have a thirst for an explanation for everything, why is water wet?

Yet when it comes to love there are no answers only a feeling of regret?

And most of all I need to know when it comes to love how I can help everyone else?

Yet I am the one, the fool in love, who helps everyone but cant help herself

This fragile thing is broken now,
And cannot be put together.
But let’s pretend like the pieces fit,
Maybe it will all get better.
Let’s just pretend like everything is okay,
And maybe eventually it will be.
But it feels like nothing will ever go right,
And I just hate being me.
I seem to lose myself sometimes,
And I just forget about everything.
Everyone has forgotten about me,
So why do I even bother thinking.
I think about how I felt last night,
And then about how I felt the night before.
It is the same way I felt for the past five years,
Of that I can be sure.
I can pretend that I will be just fine,
Pretending like I do not care.
But inside I am screaming,
Trying to wake from this nightmare.
I know the truth is you do not care,
Because you can not possibly understand.
You have no god damn idea,
The pain I have to withstand.
You claim that you love me,
Yet you do not even try.
You sit there like nothing is wrong,
As another tear falls from my eye.
I try my best to explain to you,
I cannot help that I want to die.
You hear my words so perfectly,
But do not even wonder why.

Someone Else

When you find someone you love,
You think you'll never feel different.
Wait till someone else walks into your life
And says all the right things.

You find yourself reaching
To find all the right answers,
But there isn't a right or wrong.
You just have to do what your
Heart tell you.

Friends say things and then tell
Someone something different.
Your significant other hears these
Rumors and starts to question you.

Your head starts spinning,
You don't know what to do
You have someone you love and
Someone who loves you
But then there is someone else.

Broken girl, empty heart and mind,
Wishes she couldn't see you, wanting to be blind.
Broken heart, best friend a razor,
Doesn't like herself, so she becomes a poser.

Bleeding wrists, from endless tears,
That have remolded her through the years.
Puffy cheeks, blood shot eyes,
All because of your lies.

Lost voice, cannot speak out,
Sometimes wants to, but is overcome with doubt.
Lost smiles, with so many fake laughs,
Her depression has left the graph.

Tears of blood, streak her face,
She gives up in this race!
Tears of loss, tears of sadness,
Thinking people couldn't really care less!

She goes off to die, alone and in pain,
At her funeral they state she wasn't sane.
She knows that she was, she just gave up with life,
So she used her friend Mr. Knife.

~*Who Cares?*~

oops sry...i dun remember postin my poem on here b4...guess i shoodve like cheked b4 i posted the one above...neway i guess im disqualified:( sry

~*Who Cares?*~

Ok after must hard deciding (I had a list of about 12 poems to pick from) the winners have been chosen;

1st = Black Roses by Illuminati
2nd = The Elegy Of The Lovers by HansRik
3rd = Don't Cry by Ruby

Thankyou all for your posts, I will begin a new contest soon.

Until then,
Matt

Our world. . .

A text carved onto stone of cold,
A letter branded on skin in black,
A soldier dying with only a white rose to hold,
Our world has exploded don't turn back,

A face of ash burnt to dust,
An angel broken left with no wing,
The sly grin of an evil lust,
The ingection of the lethal poison leaves a burning sting,

Our future lies in hands no eye can see,
The bodies underneath the ground wake to find no sleep,
We hold our wrists to 'god' so he chains us so we are free,
The monsters find our blood to seep,

A darkness of no other folds the light to dark,
A feasting maggot continues to eat away the dead,
A girl lying still waiting for her life's embark,
A bloody hand starts shaking and drips of crimson red,

A storm is created and lightning strikes the thunder,
Hail pelts to the ground and cracks the window pane,
I still sit at my window still staring on in wonder,
When all is calm and still and all you hear is the rain,

A girl left lying crying from her life,
A soldier now dead his hands clasping the rose of white,
The sly grin of lust is now the beholder of the knife,
Now are only darkness has turned to moonlit night,

The shaking hand now steady lying still with no pulse,
The monsters have no blood from us to wither our down,
Our world is of nothing but a created false,
The girl is but nothing but a suicidal drown....

*to be ignored*

by Jerry Scott

Hickory dikory dock
Paper, scissors, rock
Memory lane
Childhood games
No slowing down the clock.

Meenie, Minie, Moe
Watch the time go
Slips away
Everyday
Best prepare your soul.

Father Time is no friend
For which you can depend
Better smile
For in a while
All comes to an end

Hickory dikory dock
Paper, scissors, rock
Winter frost
Childhood lost
In cadence to tic toc...tic toc.