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 Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 10:41 am
The voting is over. Our winner is too2sweet.
You may all start submitting poems again.
Please not that we've changed it to only one entry per person this time.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 6:04 pm
Freedom
When I look outside my meek window
I look outside this glum place
The birds are soaring in the vast sky
That is where I want to be
I sigh, all I have are these four walls
Freedom, I know not of
I have been here all of my life
I cannot leave my barren den
What is freedom, I ask the birds
But they only fly away, I remain unseen
I turn away from that hole, that window
I weep, I have never left my prison
I am a prisoner that was taken from my home
I have never met my family
I have no friends or loved ones
What is a family like? What is happiness
I will never be able to leave this darkness
I will never know of freedom
I am trapped for eternity
I wish I could feel the wind on my face
Never shall I be free or loved
I am an object of ridicule and mockery
I have no name, I have no voice
All I have are my thoughts
And even then I still cannot escape
I am alone, cold, and lost
All I know is hate and woe
I have never smiled, never laughed
My eyes are never dry
I am non-existing, and motionless This is 100% mine, please do not take it or anything like that. I do wish to be a published Author someday, I have the written version of this and it is dated so please read but do not steal.
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2007 8:07 am
Forever Gone
A tearing hole
So deep inside
A pain so real
I just can't hide
A gaping void
Within my heart
Losing you
Tears me apart
The silent tears
I shed each night
A silent rage
I have to fight
A light so bright
That now is dark
I long to see
One tiny spark
As memories fade
My heart clings on
Knowing that you
Forever are gone copyright 2006 Brandi Plants May not be used without the express permission of the author.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 6:30 am
I use poetry as a kind of therapy, so I'm another one who writes about negative things. This one is about a year old now. surprised
There is a solem cloud within me.
Immortality rages across my lips,
And yet my words will only keep
As long as the paper holding them
Resists to rot.
Thunder rolls off my toungue,
It whips red from my mouth in a torrent,
Spills my raw flesh across the faces
Of those I could love no more than I do.
And it is silent.
The lightening could not illuminate myself
for myself, Or others who would gaze upon me,
Hours not knowing my pleas.
Ignorant in their laughter and in my mind,
I long for them to see.
This storm is raging in me suppresed.
And I dare not go back on promises,
To souls who will forget and hate
And die, as people do, without meaning
Without embrace.
This storm rolls overhead unoticed,
With blues and greys and purples.
It wishes for me to point to the sky, wonder,
At the blues and greys and purples.
Cries to how I feel.
I don't see why the hell anyone would steal this, but yes, it is copyrighted.
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 3:46 am
I'm losing my mind
And you just stand there
And stare as my world divides
Bleed Me Dry
A past filled with hate and denial
A future that goes nowhere
So why do I still fight this torment?
Why do I bother at all?
I can’t fight it anymore
I’m done for
Just leave me here
And let the knife
Bleed me dry
You'll never know the way your words have haunted me
I can't believe you'd ask these things of me
You don't know me
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 3:17 pm
Well, I guess you can call this a poem. I wrote this last year at about this time for the Christmas Season, and I've heard some generally good things about it. If this isn't acceptable for the contest, I will submit something else. Twelve Nerdy Days Of Christmas
On the first day of Christmas, my mother gave to me:
One ring to rule them all
On the second day of Christmas, my mother gave to me:
Two Ninja stars and one ring to rule them all
On the third day of Christmas, my mother gave to me:
Three Game Boy games, two ninja stars, and on ring to rule them all
On the fourth day of Christmas, my other gave to me:
Four memory cards, three Game Boy games, two Ninja stars, and one ring to rule them all
On the fifth day of Christmas, my mother gave to me:
Five naughty things, four memory cards, three Game Boy games, two Ninja stars, and one ring to rule them all
On the sixth day of Christmas, my mother gave to me:
Six Pokemon, five naughty things, four memory cards, three Game Boy games, two Ninja stars, and one ring to rule them all
On the seventh day of Christmas, my mother gave to me:
Seven gigs of RAM, six Pokemon, five naughty things, four memory cards, three Game Boy games, two Ninja stars, and one ring to rule them all
On the eighth day of Christmas, my mother gave to me:
Eight-sided dice, seven gigs of RAM, six Pokemon, five naughty things, four memory cards, three Game Boy games, two Ninja stars, and one ring to rule them all
On the ninth day of Christmas, my mother gave to me:
A +9 sword, eight-sided dice, seven gigs of RAM, six Pokemon, five naughty things, four memory cards, three Game Boy games, two Ninja stars, and one ring to rule them all
On the tenth day of Christmas, my mother gave to me:
Ten pairs of glasses, a +9 sword, eight-sided dice, seven gigs of RAM, six Pokemon, five naughty things, four memory cards, three Game Boy games, two Ninja stars, and one ring to rule them all
On the eleventh day of Christmas, my mother gave to me:
Eleven comic books, ten pairs of glasses, a +9 sword, eight-sided dice, seven gigs of RAM, six Pokemon, five naughty things, four memory cards, three Game Boy games, two Ninja stars, and on ring to rule them all
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my mother gave to me:
Twelve Jones sodas, eleven comic books, ten pairs of glasses, a +9 sword, eight- sided dice, seven gigs of RAM, six Pokemon, five naughty things, four memory cards, three Game Boy games, two Ninja stars, and one ring to rule them all
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 5:49 pm
My heart feels like something is eating me inside out i want to die I need to cry ,Its hard to still live because there is no incentive, I'm losing my mind I want to be blind, I hate myself I feel like s**t, I'm stuck inside what feels like an endless pit, i feel numb what I'm going through is dumb i cant feel any pain I'm going insane I try to pray but my thoughts wont even stay.My heart feels like something is eating me inside out there is only a few people who knows what this is about.
emo emo emo emo
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2007 4:13 am
And...
I'm starting to remember
My own name
Feels like a game
I constantly lose
To you
We're not through
I know you well
Enough to tell
That you're in hell
When I yell
I can't say how I feel
It's not real
My paranoia starts to peel
And once more
I'm outside
I glide
On promises long forgotten.
I feel like a kitten
Who's lost it's fur
Yet I'm still smitten
I start to threaten
To end it all
To take a knife
And to lawfully
Make it my wife
I strive
Too cold to dive
Alive
Into the bitter sea
Surrounding me
Just let it be
And you will see
Me
Outside looking in
I sing
Of ancient times
Where I'm not insane.
Again,
I lost my train
Of thought
I ought
To stop writing all this
I'm pissed
Off with life
And all it holds dear
I'm near
To seeing all-clear
But here
I go again
Spouting s**t
That's not it-
My minds having a fit
Of emotion
To which the only lotion
That can soothe
Has oozed
All over my bag
I take a f**
And light it up
I whistle in my head
For bed
Without another
Sleepless night
I fight
With all might
For sight
Of what's going on.
You're wrong
I take a long
Time
To stop rhyme
Tonight
It's not right
I can't stop
The words belly flop
On the page
With no reason to think
I sink
In ink-
Black thoughts
I've sought a pen
To write a page
(Or ten)
Of words
That I don't listen to
So I can tell you
What I need to do
Tonight.
Icontinue to write
My head bites
Inside
Not a fun ride
Like a ghost-train derailed
My head is plain-sailed
No-one's noticed my tempestuous
Mess
That fell on the page
Due to rage
I don't know why
That's just how
I function.
I'm junctioned
To the motorway
Of thought
I'm a field to the right
Set at night
Hold me tight-
We'll take flights
Of fantasy
Into the land of no return
My scars yearn
To burn
And cry over me.
That'd be a first.
I thirst
For love
That I can hold
I've been told
I can't
But I can
I know
You show
That you know
Where to go
And what to say
I love you coz you're just that way.
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2007 8:16 pm
~: Ghost :~
If only, if only the little girl sighed
I could break his heart as he has done mine
The girl sits alone and cries until she sleeps
She awaks only at the sound of a beep
"Today he will know" she simply lied
She looks in the mirror at that the tears that are dried
Down the steps into a slow creep
Passing her mom without a peep
No one saw her after she died
Just something laying in the ground; another body
And yet here she stands outside their door
Knowing that she would see them no more
She loved her dad with all her heart
It stopped when the beatings began to start
So she sliced her wrists to release the hold
No more will she be tied to this damned world
If only if only the little girl whispered
I could show him the pain I have suffered
She returns to her bedroom to start again
For no one saw that her father was a madman
And what became of the girls family?
They just moved on; what a pity
For on one cared about this little child
Because we all knew she was to wild
To wild in fact to be cared about
No matter how many times she had to lash out
For she tried to tell her friends something was wrong
They just kept telling her to sing that fake song
But now she is dead and they can all see
That she is finally free
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2007 3:32 pm
Fear of the Night
You hide in fear of aproaching night
You know he's waiting just out of sight
He's been stalking you for several days
Working you into a psychotic craze
You know what he is, but just can't explain
And it makes you wonder if you are sane
For what he is, he cannot be
It's just a myth... a fantasy
Creatures of the night, that cannot see the day
For they would surely die in the bright sun's ray
Crosses, silver, garlic, and stake's
To kill them that is what it takes
But you don't have any of these things
The End is what the Fat Lady sings
The sun drops below the mountains peak
You turn around, and start to freak
For there he stands in your doorway
Your wishing he will go away
You turn and run up to your room
Defying Death, and his friend Doom
You lock the door, turn on the lights
You know that the thing outside bites
You hear him now he's at the door
Your time is sparce, you pray for more
Your prayer is answered, because he stops
Of course thats until the window drops
He grabs you, and pins you onto the bed
He's like a baby that needs to be fed
"No!" is the last word that gets past your lips
For toward your succulent neck, his head dips
Blood pours out your neck, as you try to scream
You wake up, and say, "Thank god, it's a dream!"
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 7:48 am
We have room for one more entry.
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 2:04 pm
Good luck everyone smile
And well done- they're all really good. lol
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2008 10:56 pm
The winner for this round is "Untitled" by kajido! Congratulations!
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 2:37 am
Hey thankyou smile
Wow.
heart
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