Suicide Slam Poetry Contest

morpheuspapaverus

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it is pretty simple what I wrote but it's about suicide although not from a human perspective but I'll let you guess what I am in these lyrics, I'll write another one later as this isn't very extraordinary

people use me in a versatile mode
in lifting a load or in the past measuring a road
maybe stationing a boat through applying a node
along my body or when a car is being towed
so I rode a long way,they attached a bar code
put on a shelf I promised myself that this episode
the proper master is gonna take me home
they even cut the price when I was left alone
but this day a human is inspecting the zone
he seems worried I wonder what he is working on
he tosses me in the car and starts driving far
we're parked at a bar, it's just me and a jar
in the trunk, he returns with a bizzare
facial expression and dried out like qatar
we arive at his flat, it's all a mess
pictures of his children whom he sees less and less
touches the shattered frames in distress
pressing them to his chest like a compress
he grabs a chair, I think he wants to sit down to confess
being only used in construction before I couldn't guess
he says his divorce was a tough process
it started when quitting alcohol wasn't a success
everything he got into ended in exces
the house needs to be evacuated he has no adress
there is no way to reposses or the feelings to surpress
the kids were his only bless,
but they wouldn't want to meet since the last relapse
work became his only escape in all this stress
but he got kicked out when there was no progress
on his sobriety, being looked down from society
what model for propriety? he is a motel for anxiety
in his opinion to end this there is a huge variety
of methods,but my usage reports have notoriety
the chair I thought was for me is positioned in the back
of the room, windows roller shades down, everything is black
there is a written note on a vodka bottle stack
he lifted me smiling with a tear in his eye and made me hug his neck
 

Hylight

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graffiti terminology that grilled.
i had something the shock that killed.

the scorch slaught it is all over,
and it always was right now.

if i have to make this rhyme
then i really do thy vow.
 

Hylight

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it is pretty simple what I wrote but it's about suicide although not from a human perspective but I'll let you guess what I am in these lyrics, I'll write another one later as this isn't very extraordinary
wow, that's
too
victoriousesque
try to always
do the best
i have to leave now
yeah ha
let current speed be x mph
i would leave yesterday
when i know how
 

Captain.Heroin

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Life has no meaning, yet I keep searching...
it is pretty simple what I wrote but it's about suicide although not from a human perspective but I'll let you guess what I am in these lyrics, I'll write another one later as this isn't very extraordinary

people use me in a versatile mode
in lifting a load or in the past measuring a road
maybe stationing a boat through applying a node
along my body or when a car is being towed
so I rode a long way,they attached a bar code
put on a shelf I promised myself that this episode
the proper master is gonna take me home
they even cut the price when I was left alone
but this day a human is inspecting the zone
he seems worried I wonder what he is working on
he tosses me in the car and starts driving far
we're parked at a bar, it's just me and a jar
in the trunk, he returns with a bizzare
facial expression and dried out like qatar
we arive at his flat, it's all a mess
pictures of his children whom he sees less and less
touches the shattered frames in distress
pressing them to his chest like a compress
he grabs a chair, I think he wants to sit down to confess
being only used in construction before I couldn't guess
he says his divorce was a tough process
it started when quitting alcohol wasn't a success
everything he got into ended in exces
the house needs to be evacuated he has no adress
there is no way to reposses or the feelings to surpress
the kids were his only bless,
but they wouldn't want to meet since the last relapse
work became his only escape in all this stress
but he got kicked out when there was no progress
on his sobriety, being looked down from society
what model for propriety? he is a motel for anxiety
in his opinion to end this there is a huge variety
of methods,but my usage reports have notoriety
the chair I thought was for me is positioned in the back
of the room, windows roller shades down, everything is black
there is a written note on a vodka bottle stack
he lifted me smiling with a tear in his eye and made me hug his neck
Amazing

Motel for anxiety was such a good line and I felt the rhythm the whole way through

Loved it
 

madness00

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Down and out?
High and in?
Which way is left?
Is right within?

Missing a sting
On my acoustic guitar
Rusted with age
We rode well and far

The time has come
To kick the last can...…
But before.. I trip to Japan to fan the best man with tan flan no plan other than scanning the van with lack of attention span to seize the business man and
Steal all the money
So I can live once again.
 

morpheuspapaverus

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thanks CH! the rhymes and the rhyme scheme aren't so great and diverse but the idea of being an object is kind of creative, although this isn't new in lyricism
 

Captain.Heroin

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Life has no meaning, yet I keep searching...
I love what madness contributed. Thanks all.

I’ll leave it open but l do something sugary and cheerful as a subject later when I am ready

Right now I feel like a track out of Sing Sing Death House
 

KingOfWessex

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Poetic licence, poetic Justice,
Some will comprehend, while others wont touch this,
Find your place in life's race, embrace positivity,
See negative as vegetive and try see the picture differently
We all have a part, to play in life's musical,
From the strong to the weak, confident and unusual,
Its all beautiful, It Just depends on your perspective
All of us greater than the sums of our parts, a unified collective
Even the smallest cog, in the most complex machinery
Is essential and special, the definition of a team too me
Don't loose heart, even if you never find you true purpose
Cause your all part of the plan like the rest of us on earths surface
At times life may seem bad, poorly written and scripted
But against universal Odds you Do, and will have existed,
Keep your chin up people, just play your part however little
Because even the strong with out balance are sometimes brittle
 
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nuttynutskin

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Slam in the suicide
When I'm goin for a ride
With the moon and the tide
Communication with the other side
The gravity that won't hide
And will be the guide
On a night like this when I reach the abyss

IDK... A little something I came up with lol.
 

KingOfWessex

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Poetic slamery, ideas spewing forth like a geezer,
But with the evident intent to share unlike Mr Ebenezer,
Scrooge was his name, a tale so Dickensian,
A tight fisted fuck, every penny saved not spent again
Tightening of the purse strings, under pressure like a ratchet,
He be like "Fuck a tiny Tim, and his daddy Bob Cratchit"
 

ThoseCleverKids

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Thanks to everyone who's posted here, I wouldn't say this thread has cheered me up exactly, but it's been a pleasure to read. Um, here's a thing. I wrote most of it a long time ago.

It's a desperately, breathlessly, festering sense
I'm infested with restlessness, wired and tense
Just depressed but at best it's a test of my strength
Pitched against the intensity of messages, sent
From the depths of my chest to my head through my pen
That beg me to rend my numb skin again
Give in to the voices, we might make amends
And they'll sing and rejoice, and then we'll be friends
But it never takes long for the friendship to end
Soon enough I'll be trembling, hearing them condescend
'Til the pressure's unbearable, 'til it's break or bend
'Til the only hope left is the medicine men
With their expert advice, don't know what I intend
If they did then I know that they'd make me defend
My decision to give up on the day and descend
Into Morpheus' arms as he stands by my bed
To protect me while I sleep the sleep of the dead

I don't know, I just wanna go somewhere where it snows
And the temperature never gets above forty-two below
I wanna groan under the thunder above my humble abode
Until the stones crumble asunder and send me back to the road
Alone, dumb and sunken, face misplaced and soul exposed
On my stoned, stunned, and drunken search for the ghost of Tom Joad
When I left I should have guessed I wouldn't know my way home
When I returned it was lost among these gaudy rows of drones
And now I'm burned, I'm in shock, so I just keep pulling cones
Can't come to terms with the thought that here to live, you have to own
I've seen God with my own eyes, it was the sky and I the throne
But now it calls me on the phone to remind me about my loans
So remember what Hunter said, all heads exist alone and at their own risk

And I don't miss the endless frozen days
In the wind with bones twisted, toes blistered, dead and blown away
I don't miss the hours and days and weeks and miles of walking to pass the time
Out of the way of the freaks and smiles and talking and lust and eyes
I don't miss the cold
I don't miss the stares, the guilt, the filth, my stench
Most of all I don't miss the fear
I never miss the fear, because it's always still right here
 
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