Contest-Poems – Useless, time-wasting, friend-disappointing
"Dysphoria"
© Andrè M. Pietroschek, my rights reserved
Dysphoria
Why, why won't drug-highs last forevermore?
Tonight, again psychiatry has an open door…
No, don’t ever stop doing that detox you do.
Indeed, I am once more a crazed bitch to you
Dysphoria
Forever, ’till consequence demands its toll
For now, I hide my wrecked state with a LOL
We can't shut up-up-up-up-up-up-up
Dysphoria
A synapse carnival big bad mess
Once more abuse of Crystal Meth
We can't shut up-up-up-up-up-up-up
Dysphoria
We all are here, a new generation sacrificed for politics
We are free, to celebrate our suicide with the sexy chics
Lifelong together, we form the unwashed mob of scum
We’re high, but know junkies've no true kingdom come
Dysphoria
Lifelong, I blame you for the strength to live in solitude
For I ain't abusive, I am just another far-gone prostitute
We can't shut up-up-up-up-up-up-up
Dysphoria
A dark twin, wickedly twisted from glamorous euphoria
A stalker from Bedlam, not the holy 'deus ex machina'
We messed it up-up-up-so-up-up-up
Dysphoria
Lifelong, we prowl the night as drug-crazed fiends
Deluded, desperately pretending we're still friends
Dysphoria, oh, dysphoria
We fucked it up-up-up-so-up-up-up
Form inspired by: Euphoria song lyrics as performed by
Loreen. Each stanza gets "Dysphoria" as headline, below that it has
the following number of contextual lines 4-3-3-4-3-3-2 plus a final
two line resume. Calling Dysphoria like a dark goddess was my
personal whim.
Context inspired by: Mourning the lost friends,
schoolmates, girlfriends and neighbors, onwards from my childhood
in the 70's of last century (heroine & trips), from disco-fever
to the cocaine craze of the early 90's and that Crystal Meth
wrecking up so much faster...
Because I found it important that readers worldwide can
access the same definitions which I used to create the poem. May
not be high-art, but entire generations know people lost due drugs,
some even how tough it was to recover from the own 'rebellious
youth' stereotype.
Abyss and other wasted chances (Contest Poem for a
friend)
© Andrè M. Pietroschek, all rights reserved, revision 1.02
Shamanic War Council was my choice of terms for a while,
stopping humanity which knew only to take, rape &
defile
In Defense of Mankind I warn you once again pretty clear
If you'll misjudge just some it'll end worse than that
here
Few arose themselves above madness, and few care at all
Maybe such is needed for all Mankind, a proper & final
fall
Not a species beside us who would not know we are fiends
Greedy we defiled, back-stabbed, or betrayed our friends
Let the animals know that it was our great guilt and shame
We were monsters, not like nature's killers one could tame
In defense of mankind kill the good ones gently & real
quick
And torture the vile ones, so wickedly sick ends among
sick!
Sharky - "Some like it raw!"
© Andrè M. Pietroschek, all rights reserved
I feared your dark rise from Leviathan's Deep -
Your wild moves disturbed my humble sleep.
In such dread I stared at your predatory form -
As for me you simply crushed the ruling norm.
My mind was drawn into the deep you prowl -
Bestial Devourer, Significant of the own Soul.
Once, long ago, hunting you became my test -
Great savage onslaught which I had to wrest!
Now that I look upon your fallen, lifeless form -
bloody on asphalt, still a sacred, silent storm!
Your cruel Death my failure, as by now I know -
Without you this life has just Hell left to go to.
Routine drains us all and by now it is so clear -
I killed a true friend, blinded by my pain & fear.
Hence I must be strong & now I must strike true -
For: Now I must be me and the very best of you!
My life without you - A funeral in ruins
© Andrè M. Pietroschek, all rights reserved
Free-Form, for now sabotaged by memories of mourning
Everything has changed a bleak way!
There are moments every single day,
within which I think of you, oh dear.
Those sad recurrent moments of truth,
whenever I now miss your good advice.
More tears now running down my eyes.
So many sad moments and situations,
I would prefer still shared with you.
But no sorrow and no prayer spoken
that could miraculously undo Death.
Where I once felt our friendship
there is now only anguished mess.
For lifelong you've been by my side!
For lifelong we had faced every fight!
For lifelong we'd surpassed any trial!
Now there's just pain left, and denial!
Farewell my friend whom Death reaped first.
Game of Thrones - Crude poem of a Greyjoy vassal
Intro: '' Winter is here, said the gluttonous white walker
during the last eclipse -
hence your iron-throne kingdoms shall get their own
zombie-apocalypse!''
© Andrè M. Pietroschek, all rights reserved
Poem:
The iron islands breed a tough folk and many pirate crews
Still to survive we have to be reckless when trouble brews
#
Rapacious our blood-lust, for which many of us are feared
Our way a pirate-pilgrimage, for the Drowned God steered
#
House Reaver shunned no Duty, no shame, and no regrets
I have sired my own children and got into noble ladies'
beds
#
The golden kingdoms scorn us, with blades and wicked lies
For we do not fall prey to glamour, as we pay the iron
price
#
Dreaming that a Kraken guides me and Sharks salute me, too
My Faith in our Drowned God it was damn always proven true
#
Power, Looting, and Feasting, oh joy, i loved that all the
way
Maybe I cannot return, still i really enjoyed my precious
stay
#
I had loyal Captain's, and gathered many fine sworn swords
If you dare it, like I did, you live and die like highborn
lords
#
From mate to real reaver, lord of my own banner and house
The iron way is often bloody, so I never asked any
applause
#
My daughter came of age, & she straight shanked her old
lord
Her cutlass in my guts, as she smiled & kicked me
over-board
#
Spontaneous Remake © Andrè M. Pietroschek, inspired by
& my favorite Greyjoy Wallpaper at Deviant Art by
Tapion32
