poetry competition?

A nice thread ruined

The Mary
Rose
Was Raised.

Can this thread
Be similarly
Elevated?

Uncanny that you somehow knew I'd just written a poem to you!

Nobody excpet butchers is in this poem, and he can take i like a man coz its only one ickle bit, disclaimer though just in case you get the wrong idea i care not im doing this for me i need an outlet is all. i put a * on line three and thats it. i only uedit coz it fitted in with how im feeling right now. big love to ya.
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fags hate god dot com, coz at £7.50 for 20 regal thats your benefits all gone


half past 2 in the morning no fun
a week i wouldant wish on anyone
excpet maybe a butchers bloody apron*

if my poetrys literal
than i guess its just typical
of un-educated political voters
not getting that its a fuckin sport... so quote y'as

you take it like im really insulting you with this?
its a fuckin competition haters just cant read go take a piss
anyone can say "fuck off" but only some can say "fuck off" like this
a peice a piss
my kidneys feeling larger,
heart beat skipping anxiety harder,
liver eyes and ankles pufed up like mr. staypuff
ghost busters i need 'em where the fuck is dan akerroid and a wake up
ahh shit he the one i damn hacked to death last night with my make-up

if i feel like im loosing i see things in the curtains
carpets wardrobe mirrors every fuckin god damned surface
and if i close my eyes they still there, they always there
and atm the moment they rising out the carpet and grabbing my hair

i never use another psudoname on here
cant even spell it but my pint is simply beer
i guess the pseudo hallucinations make up for the lack of pseudo accounts
barbiturates are comming hope-fully so one last binge and im all out

yaba yaba yaba yaba C my Method in that did ya thatcha?
apparantly im like you despite not knowing one damn thing about ya

can i give you maybe a bit of a bigger picture?
unlikely coz i cant paint for shit
but i spent many a nigh sketching out on white pasety shit

or maybe i spike ya drink with ant-abuse when you pissed out ya skull
and run like fuck for a atleast a mile or few
projectile vomiting organ damage and bile with coffee grain poo

once upon a time i started flying through the skys like no tommorow coz there wernt one, litterally i didnt take it 'day at a time' shit i was droppin and puffin was week at a time no god damn sleep, the god is slaying me for saying god damn beef

and i rely in this god damn word god dammit allready god i pray but you never heard
bollox and bull shit meets fire and brimstone
im the fire
chiststonabike is the lier
if you dont do what the preacher says you'll end up with hell fire
so fuck that mr peacher you peado fuckin twat
and i belive in lots of strange things, but the bible? not that

might aswel bomb the church
since my life has been something i didnt deserve
in skool the precher would say "read ya fuckin bible,
it has all the answers you'll ever need my son,"
outta his god dam mind wheres god now?
taking a shit on the beachbreakers visit
send them soldiors out to kill says the god he does
every fuckin war is holy insanity it cant be won

problem is its the most contracticting re-translated book on the planet
so no mr. preacher i dont want it you can have it
so then im a sinner for slating the bible
he grabs me by my hair and face and throws me at the black board
the religion teacher in high skool, he did that to me lord

is this what its about we dont belive your tripe,
they turn violant coz i dont think heavans white?
heaven is white untill the bag of heaven runs out
and yea it does seem to leave you kncoked out
oh wait wtf am i saying im outta my brain of course yes absoutaly insane
not to mention thik as pig shit
but hey just let them get away with it

way with words you could eat my turds
im only even crapping coz booze is a laxative
crude and not exactly practicle but hangovers are joked about no biggie good night kid
better out that way though coz regergitaded(sp) shit
aint the kinda of shit that i wanna fuckin spit

why im i hear oh lord with ya fuckin re- re re- re- translated bible of fear
tell the vica to shove that shit right up his reserve parking rear
for a second there i almost felt like laughing
then i rememberd the situation and the darkin
i shuldant let them get to me but i allways fuckin do,
its a hell for me for them its just a laugh to see what i'll do

and i can keep gong all fuckin night
till i see the fuckin sun rise as i light up a pipe
it aint the god or spirituallity i dont belive,
just that book that claims to have all the answers,
13 years old "here kid this is all you'll ever need"
maybe if you aint got a brain in ya head,
not realising that one page is the complete opposite to whats allready been read
turn the page again you got a fuckin mix of both,
condradicting hypocriticle
red wine is fine
turn the page wine is a sin
turn back its fine again
the fuckin bible is there for you to belive whatever you wanna belive in!

i bombing god now for fucks sake damn im alive
dying from alcohol and drugs as i thrive
if i ever meet jesus i'll ask him one thing,
dont you think you should have voluntarally gone in?

take alook around its the cause of fuckin war and disaster.
im gonna drink more beer and contemplate on becommming a rasta, and a bunch of yaba pills slowly flying faster
and fuck comming down its morphine and barbs
see you on the flip side,
maybe i'll get a better set of cards
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(any referance that somebody thinks is a dig probably isnt correct, when i say preacher i mean preachers etc..i did mention a certian apron, but nothing bad just for entertainment, this disclaimer is here as im not sure what the fuck im doing)

I was pataint with cloud when mostly all others wrote him off. Still abit bemused at thati went out of my way for hours on end for years when everybody else were just like "fuck it"

turns out he trolling the entire damn time none of use saw that comming. i suppose i should put semi-troll coz i think he probably is a wife beating stealla drinking white-ace glugging diazepam crushing nob... but it was on those nights that he decided to drink whilst smokin smack on 20 vals that he decided to come and troll the place.

anti-social PD probably although i shouldant diagnose i thought BPD till the bitter end.

he used to take a hell of alot of holidays i remembertha but just didnt really go into it coz i thought he was for real but he had a pattern of comming and going every couple of months and have these holidays in spain come out of nowhere when he also claiming to be to agrophobic to pick up his meds and booze.

regardless of that, apart from throwing a few insults about i cant see where im ging wrong.. apart from not having ultra-left wing views i aint into polotics..BA has never liked me its a mutual "fuck you to" has been for ages nothing new there, i was surprised by diskomerit though dont recall having any issues with him b4 my drunk ramblings on the carr crash thread.. i honest to fuck didnt know it was so important to you all.

i suppose you dont reallly know whats happaning in my life so i cant really accuse you of anything but if you did know you would be kickin me and sptting on me whe im at my lowest but how can anyone tell if i dont tell them? they cant so no it aint yours or anybodys fault if you knew what was happaning youde probably understand the pain that this ugly rotten life is thrwing at me again(offline, and now online aswell)

god could use some wizz been up all night.cant even remember what the fuck ive been doing. there was 10 cans now only 2, there was 10 blues they all gone i was supposed to smoke a spliff 7 hours ago and avant got roun to it yet..just spaced out de-personalisatin..looking at my hands like 'what the fuck are these' as people do when the all dissocaitied

yea..maybe i'll call the next one poetry competitin with insults required by defualt and then maybe the likes of certain people would be so offendid for what.. taking the piss to the beat of a non existant drum for fun?

i dont get ya;s.. but i dont mix with society/people IRL ... some people yea but i dont really like life..well thats wrong i dont like what people do. screw the planet of al its resoirces not givin a fuck about what happans in 200 yeas time.. is that tory? or labour? labour just means manual work to me..heavy ass lifting and carrying and fixing and all that bollox ive always hated that shit.

if i had to vote, like at gun point ide go with lib-dems but i cant stand them coz they suckin on tory discharge is all i can make out of it all.

fat old bastards in suits and some younger ones which can often be pretty hard not to wana punch. i wouldant waste the energy on pikcing up a pen to tick the box or whatever coz it dont make any differance. my vote dont count nobodys does. democracy is a rather backwards way of doing things..not so much as communism but its still pathetic. and thats why i have nothing to do with it

My friend Billy
Has a ten foot willy,
And he showed it to the girl next door.
She quite correctly called the police
And Billy's now on the sex offenders register,
And had to pay an undisclosed sum in compensation for the distress.

I WANDERED lonely as a Torie
That floats on high o'er t' unemployed
When all at once I spied opportunity,
A host, of golden benefit cuts;
Beside the dole, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and drinkin Bacardi breeze

It was not an enormous surprise
That she of the brilliant eyes
Having smiled without thought
Was irretrievably caught
And reduced to telling some lies.

My expression wouldn't stick,
it was the glue, unable to piece
together the times when we sat on our own
in a field, on a blanket.
For the love of God.

Shall we get a take out?
I'm starving you said. Are you?
I was starving to see your wallet.
The rarest of all of your accessories.

Why here? Why now?
Why not? I thought.
Who cares? Food was everywhere and we just ate,
Hard to imagine eh?

You said "it could be worse, you could have brought
your shit poetry and bored me to death
No need to be polite I thought,
happier now that I knew you weren't.

haiku cannot wait.
impermanence is its own
desideratum.

Shadow edged by light
Water shaped by a bottle
Absence in presence

Borderline
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My rhymes are tight
like the lases on my shoes
if its abusable for now then i got nothing to loose
although i allready lost
cats out the bag
some cunt is stealing my post and i cant pin point that fuckin rag

wanna punch and push ya
anoy and destroy ya
tortue ya, bore ya
do it all for ya.

and also for me
an answer to my bizzarity
self harming like no tommorow
which they say doesant come
the old saying it doesant,
but im pretty damn sure i'll wake up in a saturated pool of sweat
and shaking like im freezing, out in heavy wind and the wet

drink on benzo's and get angry as hell
but i dont need to be sleeping in another fuckin prison cell
drinking again
dont know how to deal with this pain
so surpress it for the sake of getting a place where i can play my own game

tell them all to go do one
24/7 i feel blue mum
"well you gotta stay sober"
what and why the hell for mum?
"because its life and you should want it, do it for me and i'll buy you some CD's"
i dont want this life anymore mum, havant since my teens

I aint gonna let you guilt trip me into making you happy
all those years i told you "i dont feel right in the head"
you say "thats an excuse to buy another bottle to hide your damn head"
you say excuse, i say reason
and now you belive me coz i got diagnosed by two people..
...and you aint ever seen them!

so if my word as your son aint good enough mum
find another obbsession coz your harming me mum
im 33 bit i still remember the time
you saw me in the street with some guys
pulled your fuckin car over and demended to know
what was i doing who are these people... like why the fuck you gotta know?
make me look a prick but you always wealsal ya way back in
i love you to the death that unfortunataly you might have unknowingly been
a very big part of,
although i never said that, was just the therapist team

if i lived in an igllo somwhere very cold ide set it on fire
if i lived in australia ide make an ice age happen to get rid of the spiders

If i live hear i continue to drink beer
if i didnt ide be on something stonger i fear
although i duno why i fear it since not one fuckin day goes by
that i just wanna crawl up and hope to fuckin die
they revived me from 7 they wont revive me from 8
anger, fear, guilt, stress, pain and of course hate

so thats what the call it, what i just typed in bold
borderline personality disorder, some symptoms although there are more than that behold
but since you cant fuckin see my pain than how mum can you be told?
i screamed and kicked with my last drop of energy
stayin up for weeks you telling me that im just being lazy
and that i dont even know what tirdness is
if i wernt so attachted to it ide offer you a dab of my wizz

So it BPD and aload of other shit,
yet they expect me not to act that way despite telling me that thats how people with that shit react.
i can no longer deal with another fuckin NHS prat

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the trout swims in the ocean
but not for long
because it is a fresh water fish
death comes quickly

the misery of rain
can be lifted by a prism of light
but to see it
you must have your back to the sun

perhaps i wait a little longer for making that one public

well meth that'll teach you eh?
don't tell anyone your postie business yeah?

its just a poem ice

are you saying that i shouldant put it up? or that i shuld? or what? cant see the harm myself they nicking my personal use, probably dont rad this website, they might.. although i aint done anything wrong except the contents of the post not being 100% legal but it aint more than personal. although it talleyd up to £200 worth give or take but thats 3 lost RD's and one tamperd with SD.

Thats my mistake for dealing with the local scum round here.

nah man! put it up just sad that you're not getting your post cos of thieving bastards thats all.

think you may be getting a tad paranoid again tho, reading stuff into my post that wasn't meant

im a little paranoid coz of the contents of the post lol but its only personal, and they would have to confes to nicking it anyway its all probably gone by now. so yea it can go back up

yea its the content of the post is making me abit hmmmm, but fuck 'em whatever was init is gone now init?
theiving bastards have had a warning. allready i sent an RD with empty strips of phenergan and citolopram back to myself, and a note telling them to fuckin pack it in. it hassant turned up so they have read it...or one of them has whoever's doin the nicking, could be more than one i dunno. i'll put it back up just for the sake of it being some funky as shit..although it aint got no beat so how can it be funky lol. i need a beatmaker.

peace

(disclaimer, this is said in jest, it means nothing im not gonna do anything at all i just saying what ide like to do)
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SICK OF THE POSTMAN, GOTTA MAKE 'EM SICK

i gotta get a postman fired
if its the last thing i do
i'll go to jail for it just to have that thieving cunt through the window

of his own red damn van, he smiles at me when he drives past
the type of smile you give to somebody that you know you have blaged
bombed and hit me,
fuckin blitz me,
last week has put me in a state of mind i cant handle
so im drinkin like fuck just to try and pretend it didnt happen
but it did so now im self-harming with booze, its also the reason for this ramble

so some prick is doing to me what i never saw comming
i think ive worked it out now the reason why
but only now have the pennies droped,
and im dropping with 'em like a fuckin dead fly
it aint a white van man causing me this trouble
its a postal theiving red van man stolen my bubble
so the next time they try to take whats mine they gonna get a suprise
a surpise like me so dark and thick
a surpirse that rhymes with prick
just gonna kick back with the knowledge that somwhere sombody is gonna be doing nothing but being sick

so now we gotta sick prick
yea just like me
and my oh so woefull personality
disorder distorted,
little bit warped in the head
my passive aggrestion is out in fuckin force
and that side of me shows no remorse
you wanna nick my post? next lot i hope you do
coz whats in it is very bad for you.

so if these pricks think they gonna nick my post
to get a free and heafty dose
expecting to go to dreamland
give it about 10 mins and they will wish it was a nightmare that they can wake up from
not the crushed up anta-buse and vodka, i got ya punks my passive aggression is on one
sending shit to myself open it up chumps i want ya
and drink away...
what you think is methadone but nope, not today

i dont mind the price of a letter and a first class stamp
in the knowledge of what im sending str8 back to myself
im gonna laugh hard when you take it yourself
nick it, drink it
eat it, sink it, belive me when i say this next line
they gona be in with one of the worst biological states known to mankind

i'll put outta warning shot first but if them bastards dont heed it
imma doctor every damn pill i got,
post it to myself so it aint my fault
you wanna nick my post next time i hope you do
fuck dreamland no, just be an ambulance for you
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No apologies, nah suckas im not sorry
you can all get fucked, im off my trolly and out my brain
so you aint getting an apology, here let me say it again

No apologies, not even aknowledgin you at all
till i get i call that i made somebody sick and fall
for nicking my posts.. im glad they sick they can suck my dick
there choice to nick it
ant-abuse and vodka...yea enjoy it prick
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fuckin penile discharge savouring bastards gonna feel how i feel
and do what? they would have to admit to stealing post
either way they're ass is toast coz once tempted they gonna do it again
and if they do it again
the effect will be anything but heaven
str8 to hell mutha fuckers
and thats me done now,
I know you got the warning, so with this situation
imma fuckin pharmacist without the qulification
i make technology sick, i fed it to my playstation

if i lose one more post they gonna feel the force of my escalation
i can make a pill or liquid that make you all so damn sick
ballistic sick
just like my rhymes
pising over anyone at anytime
still to my own damn surprise
im owed 200 quid from a thieving posite
look him in the eyes, he knows i know, he knows its me
but doesant know my passive aggresive styleee

if he dont pay up im gonna poison he..
..he who dares to fuck with my head
will be needing a fuckin hospital bed
and not even one punch thrown
i do this all passively, to get back at them from what im owed
there choice to open my mail, so its there choice if they take whats in it
and iff its one ive sent to myself one swig of juice or a couple of alterd pills
then i guess its tough shit init
although more likely to be vomit with the runs, good buzz init?

i want them to nick it, coz then i'll be laughing as they get carried from there house to an ambulance
for being such damn fuckin theiving cunts,
i can feel my passive aggresion wakin up inside me
waking up to make a fuss that bastard looks just like me
it is me
and its wanting to be fed and im obviously gonna feed me.
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no apologies! (chorus repeat to fade out)
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(nicked small amount of chorus from elswhere, more a case of sampling than nicking it just fit right and was only 2 small lines)

Below the below is a colour few willl see.
Deeper and darker and richer than healthy blood.
Cheaper than blue with a reflection you can't see through,
scrape the surface until your finger tips are raw. You will never find it.

Slow motion ripples of treacle stick in your mind.
You couldn't swim in such a dark place.

It's a very deep place. Probably to hot to be cold.
Some people have seen it. Felt it. Heard it, but they will never explain it.

Imagine a fine white feather floating on molasses. Then add a few drips of fresh, warm blood from your own raw finger tips.

Blow the feather away. It deserves another chance. Too late.


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Prose for a painting

dammit i saved it to note pad and all the bloody paragraphs have done there own thing like.. it will have to do for now i wanna go sleep

Blank

the brain is shot, the mind's a blank
Thoughts all robbed by what I drank

the only change I'd make to that is a comedy misspelling of brain to brian.

Bullshit for the day, longer and better,
always the way, i can do this all fuckin day,
make it a capitol B for the bullshit..
coz i aint really thinking imma just shoot it
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brian and brain
brain and brian
doc says she thinks im low on iron
me skin is creepy white
like its abit too white

few years ago my blood was white to
now its some kinda gloop
my over worked liver leaves toxins to

can only deal with so much at a time
it sometimes goes on strike and fatty deposits deposit
in retern my liver gets fatter to stop it
destroying my brain with toxins again
when i drink i get these same damn pains

pain pain and would you like some pain with your life sir?
no, would you like a blade in ya eye sir?
get a fuckin move on the lines filling up
and i gotta go get something i need to pick up!
RAGE allready i thought this was fast food?
dont even talk bitch Mr.Labs in a bad mood
2 fuckin double cheeseburgers and chips
if this is thre idea of fast god knows what slow is
finally i get my bad diet
and bugger off somewhere quiet
chomping down on god knows what
tastes good enough and aint really the worst of what i got

a little bit of nothing
for you to read if you want
a little bit of something
with a dash of extra salt

take one pint glass full it up with squash
half a teaspoon of salt and a full one of suger
what have ya got? diorilyte, just a shit load cheaper
i aint really saying shit i need to go deeper

if i go any deeper now i'll fuckin drown
being to bloody blatant about my acts around the town
and when the queen gets a finger instead of a fuckin royal wave
i'll no doubt be shown via violance on how to behave

i aint even got a topic im just shooting the breeze
i might go play my playstation
and drink and take a few more of these

yay! just one more thing
im playing hawx.. so i got both right and left wing

lol

Meth Lab where is my E for effort then?

you have clearly read my post from the first line of your last 'poem'

I use inverted commas because because i consider what you do to be arrogant and prescriptive in terms of what poetry is. While it has meaning to you and other people it is essentially descriptive prose in rhyming form and for me that isn't enough to warrant the label of poetry. poetry makes people think, it doesn't tell or describe, it questions, it is a force for change because it makes you confront yourself, it makes YOU think, and in all the lines of poetry I've read from you I've been talked to, told how it is. While that is very valid it never questions, it never asks anything of the reader. It is essentially lifeless.

This is my interpretation, it's how I feel, it's not wrong or right. It is just the way it is to me.

I'll finish with another poem.

When life is hard
it's easy for others
and when it's easy for you
they find it easier

Fuck them
and
Fuck you

it's life
it's yours
take what you can
or what you need !