Poetry Contest Entries!!!

Okay! Please post all entries for the poetry contest in this thread! Please do NOT post any discussion or critiques in here, ONLY the entries! For poetry contest rules and discussion, please see this thread. The contest will run for two weeks and will be judged by Syren and Krabs55; the topic/theme for all entries is death. Thank you for entering!!!

Here's my entry:

I got a bratty brother, he bugs me everyday,
This morning my step-mother gave my last slice of dignity away.
My Dad he acts like, like he's the boss of you, it's so true.

I wish I had a car,
I wish I were 18
I wish I had a dollar for ever adult who treats me mean.

I'm the saddest teen, who's struggling for a dream.

No one understands me, no one really cares.
No one gives a damn for all of those young, teenage tears.

I feel like I'm lost,
I feel like I'm alone,
I feel like negativity is my only clone.

I'm the saddest teen, the saddest kid who's lost all of her dreams...

Do I have a gift?
I know that I am cursed,
I feel like things just can't get any worse...

I'm the saddest kid, the saddest kid that loves to daydream...

I fall into my own world,
a world of happiness and fame,
a world with a different family and one that's not the same.

I wish that I was happy.
I wish they'd leave me alone.

Am I not suppose to have what I want, what I need?
Am I suppose to let myself cry, moan and bleed?

I want a different family, I want a different life.
Soon my next attempt will be reaching for the butcher kife...

I'm the saddest kid, the saddest kid who's trying to follow her dreams...

editI doesn't seem like death but it's related to it. It's the events leading up to death.

My day to Die
by Candy x!

My jaw clenches tight
hands forming fists
barely seeing in the darkness
my eyes nothing but slits

Mud squishes from beneath my trainers
brushing the smell of dirt to my face
cold tears rush down my cheeks
my flashlight has been misplaced

I wander around through the woods
panting heavy in and out
my face meeting a pricker bush
almost releasing a shout

blood replaces the tears
leaving brush strokes of dark red
I hear footsteps to my left
nearing the moment I dread

my legs are caked in dirt
I shuffle towards a tree
leaning my sore back against it
straining my eyes to see

as I remain trembling in fear
a piercing glare falls upon my eyes
he emerges from the trees
leaving me hypnotized

my love for him burns
still I choose to lie
its time to face facts
That its my day to die!

inside a room,
there sits a girl,
a lonely, broken heart.

with music on,
and lights turned off,
she wants another start.

her mothers gone,
away for good,
whetever will she do.

her father's here,
but he's so cruel,
he makes her feel so blue.

he hits her,
and he punches,
until she screams to stop.

he leaves her room,
she double checks,
then races to the shop.

and while she's there,
she buys herself,
a brand new razor blade.

she runs back home,
and locks her door,
her mind it has been made.

and now she's here,
back with her mum,
as happy as can be.

she laughs a lot,
as she should do,
and she can clearly see;

her dad was bad,
her mum was good,
and she was in between.

for death had come,
from what she did,
at a young age of fourteen.

Dream girl hanging from her rope
Ended it - she couldn't cope
Anxious eyes have no more sight
The last sleep of an eternal night
Hung, to ever leave the light.

Dark alleyway hiding a bloody knife
Ever repeated - life after life
Able hands take no more money
The black night of a day that was sunny
Humanity, revealed as funny.

Drifting away is so much more pleasant
Earthbound - soul heavenwards sent
Aging mind will think no more
Thoughts of peace, not anger, not war
Happiness shown at last to be pure.

Actually, it sounds pretty crud when I read it again...

Is it ever the best time to lose a friend?
Your tear drops form a puddle of endless hope
that surrounds you and covers you whole.
Is it right to move on and cope?

Make the answer more specific,
move me with your words
Give me a better reason to live.
Or is it better off to be dead?

Dark fills the air with an aroma
so dinse and dark to say the least.
Every religion has their meanings
to which direction you will fall.

Is there no direction at all?
Can there be a deeper meaning
to this live that we live?
Or is it a endless dramma.

Is that how the cookie crumbles?
The answers arent as clear
as i hoped they would be.
Endless interuptions in my quant banter.

I feel frail now. Could these be my last
words i speek to my dearest friends?
Or a slight case of hyperthermia.
I feel chilled to my very core.

Do you see a light? Neither do I.
Is that what happens when we die?
We lose our power and our last breath
fails to come. Which brings on the death.

Is there anything better recognized
than a dark shade of dread
that looms over your exhistence
and fills your head
with emotions to fear?
Its best to not ponder
to all that is forming
and making you wonder
off to oblivion.
Can you see the end
of your on exhistance
at the turn of the bend?
Creeping slowly is the last
thing that you hear.
Your spine fills with shivers.
Your heart fills with fears.
The darkness flows over you
and into your head.
Dont be afriad to die now.
Cause youre allready dead.

Death

Life, where’s your beauty when death’s alive?
Death, where’s your valour when you’re
the one with the blackest axe?
Devouring your creatures is but famine of vitality.

Our strength’s no weapon; our beauty’s no talent -
not ever a mark in the face of Death!
So, is Life the fear of Death,
or Death the fear of too much Life?

no one knows
why she did it
but she did
and everyone is left
to pick up the pieces

"she had everything
going for her" they say
not knowing how she
really felt
not knowing at all

there could have been
a million things
that led her down
this road
but no one will ever know

the note was simple
it didn't say much
"don't blame yourself
there was nothing you could do
it's not your fault"

nothing else it said
no peek into her mind
no hint of what could have made her
pick up a knife
and end her life.

Spiralling onwards, the stairs spun away into the distance,
Our only contact with ourselves the banister, our only
Voice the sound of the ventilator....
In here, quiet reigned; the quiet of the pump, the
Quiet of eternity.

A place to rest

By )-(&C]{£R

God looked down on your body,
So tired from hanging on,
From a life that was overwhelming you,
And wanted back His son.
So he took away the air you breathe,
And gave you what was best,
A place to be at peace,
A final place to rest.

i dont know if this a poem but HERE GOES!

My eyes are ever closed
Just as you will never see
The blind know the things they cannot have
We have but we dont care discarding

I once tried to reach enlightenment but my soul grows dark and thin
Humans will rarely dare this road for who knows what it can heed
The sightless can see more then we can know
they always know the feeling that they are all alone

When my turn comes to pass will it help any of you?
no im just a speedbump passing along on this road
I listen to the echos there ever lost and hallow
I shreak out trying to find ascension but nothing follows

My eyes are ever closed
my mind open for all
iam like a book
No one reads at all

i dont know if thats a poem but there ya go

Since I am the only judge... I will tell them today.

So here they are:

First is Candy x -My day today.

Second is big gay kirks-untitled.

Third is Tricksters - DEATH

Congratulations to all the winners...so happy for all you.

Also, thank you for everyone that entered, it was an honor reading all of your poetry. I loved everyones! Thanks so much and we will have the next one up and running soon.

thanks guys...