Carousel's Butterfly Contest [Prose results on page 14!]

Carousel's next contest theme should be:

HAHA POLL WHORE	7.0%	[ 3 ]
Rain	41.9%	[ 18 ]
Poison	11.6%	[ 5 ]
Painting Prompts (I post several paintings that you can choose from to inspire poetry/prose)	11.6%	[ 5 ]
Parrots	9.3%	[ 4 ]
Sun	2.3%	[ 1 ]
Dolls	14.0%	[ 6 ]
Trees	2.3%	[ 1 ]
Total Votes:			[ 43 ]

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Alrighty then! heart

[LadyXMacbeth]

before i post , i didnt cacth if there was a min. or max. or words. As soon as i know i will post my entry

[+ + Jewel Angel + +]

Interesting. =O Don't know how I am able to work much for my imagination here but I'll see. I don't want to give false hopes so I won't say I'm joining for sure. I'll come back to ask for a reservation if I started the story. :3

[s a d i s t cupcake]

I will enter in prose, my dear :]

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There is no word minimum or maximum for entries, but a two word poem probably won't make it too far in the judging. blaugh

That should answer your question, LucyXNightmare.

[looloo - - BIRD]

When Goodbye is Good Enough


Written By: Lucky_Puppy



I watched as he left.

We had been together for three years, and fifty-six days, if you wanted to get technical. We had been each other’s everything, promising each other the world and everlasting love. Our everlasting love had ended though; and our promised worlds had grown dark and cold, just like the words that guaranteed our future. And, while those last promises shattered before my eyes, I couldn’t help but wonder when he had changed.

Those legs of his had once been much shorter, I though to myself, reflecting back to the days when we were just innocent children, playing silly juvenile games on the playground. Then we were only friends, small children, to naïve to the world and all the experiences of growing up. I wish we could go back to those days. However, I watched as he walked, his legs much longer, and his stride more graceful, than they ever were in the past.

However, it wasn’t just his stride, which had changed. Even his arms had made the transition from small boy to growing man. I thought of the last time he held me; just moments ago as he murmured the words, that shattered my hopes and dreams. How was it that I didn’t notice he had changed? His arms, no longer soft with baby fat, but smooth with the muscles of a growing man, held me softly. Even his back, always slouched over, now stood stick straight as he walked away; his head held high for someone leaving his ‘only love’ behind.

When had the changes occurred? How could I have been blind to them?

I, the one that was always by his side, his most trusted companion, or so he said, how was it that I had missed the changes that were slowly altering every aspect of him; his outlook, as well as his physical form?

When had he started to grow up, leaving behind our old traditions; or as he called them, habits? When had the phone started ringing less, and when had the ‘I-Love-You’s started to sound so distant? Why had it happened in the first place? But more importantly, why had I been blind?

So, I watched as he left, his long legs gliding away from our final meeting place, underneath an old tree, where our carved names had finally begun to fade in the decade old wood. While he glided away, seemingly indifferent with the numb feeling his rejection had left inside me, a sudden thought struck me.

This man was like a monarch, the gorgeous butterflies of North America. Like all monarchs, he had started out a clumsy caterpillar, ungainly and awkward in its first years. He had progressed through his stages of transformation quickly, our relationship acting as his cocoon. I was the place he hid away, while he waited for his true potential to finally, be unleashed. I was the shell, which held him together during the moments he could have been blown away, and in the end, I was the shell he broke to escape. He had emerged a gorgeous man, a butterfly worthy of stretching his wings.

However, these thoughts didn’t make me feel any better. He had grown, but what about me? If he was the gorgeous monarch, then I must be a small insignificant caterpillar, still awkward and gawky, in my first stages of life. My cocoon had broke before I was ready to emerge, so what would happen to me? Would I fail to transform, forever a stuck as a small bug, or would I just die without the protection of my safe shell.

Suddenly, his head turned my way, answering all the questions left unasked. For a second, I found his eyes, the same baby blue eyes that I had known my whole childhood look back at me. His eyes conveyed the message that I needed. He had changed, and was finally, ready to take his first flutters into the world; however, he would never forget that once he was just a small caterpillar, lost and alone. That message was all I needed, and I realized, that not only had he changed, but I had as well.

I had also escaped the restrains that had held me back as a child. I too, had grown into an individual worthy of freedom. I was a woman now, and for the first time ever, my three-year shell had fallen away, leaving me to enter the world as my own person. And, as I watched him walk away, beginning his first steps into the world, I smiled.

For there were many more monarchs in the world and my transformation had only just begun.

[LadyXMacbeth]

Prose, if you please....

( this is a part two of a poem i had written previously)

The girl on the crowded city street
is followed by tiny butterflies and faries
and magic that haunts the air ,like the calm
before the storm.
with hair as many colors as the gaslonie puddle next to her
and its shocking really
that somthing so magical
so beautiful, so fragile
thrives in a jungle full of concrete hard objects
and she is strong inside, made of unbreakable material
not of this earth
and i call her butterfly

[Downs-of-the-Soul]

hi i would like to post my poem

[Downs-of-the-Soul]

Transformation Extraordinaire



For this I know, it was not so long ago I met a captivating butterfly
On its journey by and by perched this butterfly on my windowsill
Beautiful the butterfly to my eye brought a tear I dry
Every waking moment I tried to spend with my friend the butterfly for which I had fallen

Colors so great of interest I could relate to the magnificent butterfly
Day in day out time without a doubt moments spent the striking butterfly
Morning rendezvous I spent with you my gorgeous butterfly of love so true
Anything I would try for you I would die for my vivacious butterfly
Having you was paradise for things were so nice my delightful butterfly
Never showing your true colors I loved you like no other enchanted butterfly

Till that day it all went away for alterations came to the exuberant butterfly
Metamorphosed and modify to the butterfly into a dragonfly
Where went my butterfly I asked why turn I to the dragonfly
Buzzing at my ear without a care wisp the dragonfly
Messages no longer conveying, nor in one place staying, dashed the dragonfly

Time spent so rare but I still cared for the beautiful butterfly within
I saw less and less of the dragonfly busy so I cried for my transformed butterfly
Fit no longer like a pair of gloves for me the dragonfly no longer loves
Pushed to the side arms open no longer wide I wept for the revolutionized butterfly
To hard to handle and to hard to control flew the amended dragonfly away

[milzyPENGU]

Please just leave a space for me in the poetry section, as I get my poem ready!

[milzyPENGU]

Forget my last entry.
I.
Can't.
Write.

[MyMeteora81]

milzyPENGU

Forget my last entry.
I.
Can't.
Write.

Aw.
I'm sure you can write just fine.
Everyone gets writers' block once in a while.
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Entries updated! And I hope you keep trying, milzyPENGU!

[Scriptwriter Mika]

This contest looks interesting. ^^ If I have time I shall enter something. =D