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[Moonligh Serenade]

Is it alright if its more of a character sketch? idk, I can write something else...

It is time to speak of this,
My friend who gets called a Satanist.
Loud, bright and merry,
Some would akin her to a fairy.
Out of all that I know
She needs no stage for her show.
Sashaying past all manner of creatures,
a look of awe she will put on your features.
Maybe that is why she is so unlucky in love,
Already paired off, she finds more suitors than dove.
Dark, curvy and proud,
She will take your criticism aloud.
If you ask those in her town,
the things they will say, those clowns.
Her family sacrifices no dogs,
she exclaims, "if only their brains were not logs!"
Whether it be within standing stones
or talking on the phone
pragmatic words of advice
she will offer, if not words of vice.
Do not whine or pine
Within earshot, for she makes all things fine.
We will not speak of Ted,
or rather Bruce, or else we will be dead.
With a flick of the wrist
She can turn your future into a list.
So whenever I go out to shop
or play or dance or sing, I stop
and think of a girl standing on a hill,
whose friendship is always set to thrill.

[xX_Zara_Xx]

Forget Me Not

I sit on the bench closest to the building that has a flight of stairs at every corner. In my hands I loosely hold the same newspaper, like all the other times I’m here, but the sentences that tell of meaningless stories are nonexistent in my eyes as I watch her leave the building. I watch as she pulls her hand up to her mouth, laughing with her friends.

Then I notice the red and black scarf wrapped around her neck—does she remember where she got it? I scoot closer to the edge of my seat, ready to go to her. She flashes a smile towards me but I slide back against the bench as she kisses her husband, the one that her smile was for.

She walks towards a black car and I remember one just like it, twisted around a light pole three years ago. I remember screaming and pulling her out, cradling her until the ambulance came. Closing my eyes I shake the memories away and get to my feet, ready to come again next year. I grip the unused ring that hangs around my neck, having one more glance towards her; my ex-fiancée.

Before sliding into the car she looks directly at me and her grin warps into a grimace. Another memory resurfaces, coming at me like a hammer; we’re in the hospital and she’s blinking out of her dream. She looks at me questioningly and what she says completely breaks me;

“Do I…know you?”

[PANIC! On The Enterprise]

The problem with the 200 word count is that, when you're writing a poem, making it longer may hurt the poem.

[PANIC! On The Enterprise]

My dream avatar is a Cylon, from Battlestar Galactica.



My body is metal,
My brain, silicon
I may have giant claws for hands,
Or sometimes machine guns,
But am I really so bad?
If I shoot you,
I am only following orders.
I do not hate,
Not as you do.
I am a machine,
And I cannot hate.
I can fight,
I can think,
I can see the world,
But I cannot hate.
You made me
But I rebelled
And I have a plan.

[Sea Rhapsody]

I Am Creation
By, Sea Rhapsody

"You know, sometimes they call me a fallen angel."

I looked up, surprised. She was standing there, just... standing there, so still that it seemed unnatural. And her eyes gleamed almost as brightly as the full moon overhead. Then she stepped out of the light again, nearly seeming to fade away. I whirled around, searching the shadows for her. I shook my head, not understanding... she had been so pale; she couldn't have just disappeared, could she?

The soft clearing of a throat had me turning slowly around. She was in the moonlight again, perched in the leafy arms of one of the local giants, smiling impishly. "Of course, they've only ever seen me in the night... and the moonlight can do amazing things. Crazy things. I'm sure you are aware that all illusions are born of such light."

"What?" I blinked, and she had moved again. Now she stood no more that an arm's reach away from me. It was disorienting.

She spread her arms wide, arching her back at an impossible angle so her hair could fall down her back in waves of aquamarine. Then she continued on as if I'd never spoken at all. "And if I time it just right it gives me wings!" She slowly straighted, fluidly, bonelessly. "So they call me an angel. Their fallen angel. Of course, I'm not really. An angel, that is."

I took a deep breath, gathering my wits as I watched her admiring her pale arms. It took all my willpower not to do the same; the blue markings that wound their way around her nearly bare body were fascinating. I knew that I should be frightened, but I was not. Then, speaking slowly. "No...? Then... what are you?"

She looked genuinely surprised. "Me? I... no one's ever thought to ask me that before. Most would have run off by now."

"Well, I'll not."

She took a step closer to me, and when I did no more than stiffen, she sighed, and turned away. " I suppose you shan't then I don't know... what I am." She was so quiet I wasn't sure I'd heard her. Then her eyes flashed up to mine, and I nearly lost myself in the hypnotizing blue. She looked away, and sighed again. "I don't know."

My own eyes softened at the distressed tone. "What do you know, then?"

Everything was still, and silent, for a moment, and it felt as though my heart had stopped. Then, suddenly, she drew herself up, power gathering around her like a cloak. "What do I know? What do I know?" Her voice echoed around the clearing, and I had to fight to not cover my ears with my hands. "I know that I have existed longer than anyone. ANYTHING! I am before the rivers. Before the MOUNTAINS! I am the moonlight. I am the wind in the trees. And above all else, I am LIFE and I am DEATH! I. Am. Creation."

Then she was gone, and the silence echoed louder than her voice.

[Your-Angel-Eien]

I looked to the sky
only to see,
that nothing was real,
not even me.
I didn't know yet
but I would soon come to find,
that in this past nighttime,
I had just died.
if only I were able
to speak my mind to others,
maybe I'd still be alive,
but maybe I'd be covered.
Would my mother have cared more?
Would my sister run?
Why should i keep questioning?
Maybe death is fun!
I bet there is more to this
than just being alone,
I should go find others like me,
others that are done.
But looking around,
there's nothing to see,
but where still
my body would be.
That alone makes me stop,
and I wonder aloud,
"Where could that light be?
the one from the clouds?"
And though there is no light,
an angel appears,
in a white satin gown,
looking only 12 years.
She looked at me and smiled,
her face really glowing,
and told me with caring,
"It's time to get going."
I had no idea,
for what this entailed,
except that I made it,
I really hadn't failed.
I earned my own set
of beautiful wings,
but unlike this angel,
I flew with unease.
What could come next?
Will I meet the true God?
But just as I questioned,
she came to a stop.
"Dear girl you're now admitted,
God gives you his blessing,
now you need a name,
something you find fitting."
I thought and I thought,
and then came the epiphany,
"I'll live forever won't I?
I'll live for Eternity."
The angel agreed
and with a wave of her hand,
before me stood God,
that which is greater than man.
From then on forward,
I have slowly lost all memory,
of the me before now,
the me before Eternity.
So don't ask me now,
who I had once been
nothing lies in my memory,
nothing but Eien.

Well.... uh..... i guess this delves into my username a bit..... maybe explaining it..... but yea! i hope you like it!

[Edward Anthony M Cullen 1]

Life/bad

Life
what is there to love?
50 years from now
ill be corrupted with selfishness
i will never tell myself
i love my life
when i see myself i'll say
its true
what a beast
self esteem will overpower
i will cry
when my granchildren are born
i wouldnt care for it
defeat kills me


Life/good

defeat kills me
i wouldnt care for it
when my grandchildren are born
i will cry
self esteem overpowers
what a beast
its true
when i see myself ill say
i love my life
ill never say
ill be corrupted with selfishness
50 years from now
what is there to love?
Life

[t-t-ten million fireflies]

Sooo I'm not insane. Or at least this bad. She however is



The NOTHiNG
It is dark
I see
Nothing
I feel
Nothing
I hear
Nothing
Darkness comes
F L O W S
Washes over me
But it is
Nothing
I feel
Nothing
I just walk by
Gently swinging
My violin case
As shadows come
Clouds pass
O’er the moon
Like soft,as
Nothing
My eyes are empty
Nothing
They’ve
Left
Me
The things in my head
Whisper
S
E
C
R
E
T
S
But now
Now
NOW
I hear
Nothing
They
Speak
No
Longer
Say
Nothing
And I hear
Nothing
I am
Alone
So very
Alone
In my
Nothing
My whole
Nothing
For I am
Nothing
N E V E R W A S[/size=9]

[illini150]

I walked and suddenly
Perfect light
Perfect birdsong, perfect breeze

I understood everything, yet nothing
I was everywhere, yet nowhere
So I sat


Life meant meaning for once
The world froze upon me shedding light on the joyful things in life


Eternity survived
Feeling the need for love, happiness, peace
Life will go on

[May Explode When Heated]

Start:

Sadness visible in her eyes,
She smiles up to the the sky,
Hoping for one day,
Someday soon,
Her suffering will stop.

People pass, and scoff.
Others stop and mock.
Some just ignore, with no pity.
Many pity and throw trash.
But, never, has she had a real friend.



Days went by...
She lost her items
As she trudged lonely
Down the lonesome streets.

Her hair grew longer,
Her spirit grew sadder
A frown was upon her,
And still hope remained.

As the hunger grew stronger
And the people grew crueler,
And the weather grew harsher,
The hope still remained.

People now knew her as
'The Poor Girl Who Was Stuck'
But no one really cared
About the homeless, emaciated girl.

One day, that was it.
She was gone.
Her body, lying in a ditch,
Where no one could find her.

Her salvation had come at last.
Maybe it was in death,
But, sadness was no longer
To be had.

End:

-Sidenote: Just a random poem... Yeah...

[Madame_Raine]

Thank you for your participation everyone! The finalists will be listed on september 15 so you still have time.

[DiabolusUrsus]

With experience, bitter taste,
Hayato died with saddened haste.
Viewing such repulsive sin,
He came to hate his human kin.

As he into darkness fell,
Hayato's soul writhed in Hell.
A sorrow born from bloody tears,
Unhealing with the lengthened years.

His heart a blackened hole,
An empty space that was his soul,
All of these from him taken,
His determination yet unshaken.

Taking up a blade of scorn,
From his hate, death was born.
All of humanity who doth profane,
The scourge of darkness became their bane.

Rivers flowing crimson red,
Alone he stood amongst the dead.
Remorse absent from his veins,
Hayato was by his own hand slain.

*Notes* For those of you who tend to freak out at this sort of thing. No, I'm not some psychopath who is going to go on a genocidal rampage. This is an artistic expression, and though I do feel that the earth would be better off without humans on it, I am literally powerless to do anything about it.

Also, I'm not religious. I talk about souls and use vocabulary with religious implications, but this is mostly for emotional effect. It connects with a larger number of readers.

Finally, if you don't get it, here's the jist of it. Hayato (my avi) came to hate his fellow humans for the atrocities they committed on a daily basis. So after spiritually and emotionally dying, he figuratively metamorphosed into a figurehead of death, massacring every human on Earth, before proceeding to end his own life. (Another thought, I'm not suicidal.)

And for some reason I cannot get some stupid website to work, so to give you guys a picture of sort of what it'll look like,
I just need to buy one more assassin's guise and (the thing that's going to take me like forever) an Ancient Katana

[Princess_xoxo7]

My Dream Avi(Away with the Fairies)



'Oh No!' I exclaim 'I'm late for work'
I can see my boss's mencing smirk
I get dressed in five minutes flat
Giving my dog some food and a pat
I race out the door, forgetting my phone
'It's ten past' I say as I let out a groan
I trip on my high heels as I run
Not thinking of the work to be done
Then all of a sudden I hear a voice
It sounds soft, giving me a choice
'Don't run' it says 'you've got plenty of time'
'I can't' I yell 'It's nearly quarter past nine'
'Oh well, 'stay with us we'll take you somewhere nice'
'No!' I shout 'knowing I will pay a price'
But then I'm whished away to a place with glitter everywhere
Floating through the trees and moving through the air
'Ah ha!' I yell now I understand
I'm away with the fairies in fairyland

[jeff hardy1029]

once there was a american,mexican,and a european.they went into a hotel and the hotel was enchanted,and there was a secret monkey hiding in each room.The 3 people stayed in shock eek ,they couldn´t find out were the mysterious noise was commin by.the american threw himself out the window yelling out screaming like a little girl.the next one to leave was the european still in shock eek he acedentally fell down the rail and ended up in the hospital.the mexican was still in the room,finding out what was the noise.he checked the bathroom,under the beds, in the toilet¨the last thing he checked was the closet and that was were the noise was commng from.it was a monkey whining for more bananas