Write me a Poem

8 down,
maybe a few more, anyone?

Write me a poem.

Let's see.

I Want:
o1. Originality in topic AND style. (if you want some ideas what i'm looking for, go look at my poems.)
o2. No love or friendship; no one can write the perfect love poem and friendship annoys me. (But if you think you can beat my expectations for a love poem, try me.)
o3. Don't write me a novel, but don't write me two sentences either.
o4. Get CREATIVE. I want a good plot behind it, a good reason to write -- not the cliche.
o4. NO CLICHE. I'll kill you and you'll be immediately disqualified for such nonsense.

and.
i'm done.

surprise me.

OH!
WINNERS:
Five comments on any poem, besides love and friendship because my computer doesn't allow it.
Hopefully, if you're the winner you'll have good poetry that won't put me to sleep, for if you're the winner, you obviously have potential.

So, get writing?

xx.
xTheEcstasyofSuicidex.

You Clearly Don't Know Me

Translucent skin and pale green eyes mean nothing,
you refuse to look at the real side of my life.
The side that's creative, writing endless stories,
scribbles in the never ending margins of books.
You tend to see right through all the positives,
focusing on all the little imperfections; mistakes.

If only you could see my side of the story.

Finger Painting

Kneeling on a brown stool, slouching slightly,
Apple red curls bouncing off her blue dress.
Deep green eyes jaunty, a heart so genial,
Her tiny hands gingerly painting a masterpiece.

Two fingers orange, three fingers purple,
Creating divergent lines on cream paper.
Glancing up to catch her teacher's eye,
She receives a heartfelt smile of wonder.

More fingers swim gleefully in the rainbow sea,
Then find their way hastily back to dry land.
Adding elaborate patterns one by one,
Paint splashing and veering left and right.

A lively laugh echoes through the classroom,
Enlightening every ear that happens to hear it.
For nothing could measure the amount of fun,
She was experiencing through finger painting.

Hands sticky, and face smeared with green paint,
A satisfied sigh escapes from her shining lips.
Wishing for the clock to just sit and stop,
But alas, good times must come to an end.

"A job well done," her teacher calls out,
"What exuberant colors and creativity!"
The little girl's heart soars many feet above,
As she leaves her table, her head up high.

Rhetorical Emotions
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Violent thoughts ending violently,
As life ends quietly.
So many questions remain unanswered,
Only because they remain unasked.

Feeling like a star, so bright, but yet so distant.
Only fake images from my past are displayed in real time.
In the time taken for sunlight to reach the earth,
My emotions fade to grey; my vision fades to black.

World wide journeys taken without leaving my room,
Leaving dusty footprints on the surface of the sun.
Like a man without the luxury of skin to protect my heart,
Every thought and every action against me sinks into the bowels of my soul.

I am a cat that has lived eleven lives,
My dismal existence dissolves into the nothingness of nothing.
Reflections off the computer monitor as this message is scribed
Only shows the myth of who I was.

With everything to live for, I find no reason to exist.
The gentle flame of my life flickers in non-existent wind.
Feeling light-headed and insignificant; I just cannot care,
Even though I know that I should.

Is this the end of the beginning, or the beginning of the end?
Or maybe the middle of the beginning of the end.
The purpose of my being is sprawled across the letters on this screen
They have always been there, but can never be deciphered.

Like the same question that is never answered but always asked,
and the answers given to rhetorical questions that were not.
Wet blood drops arranged only by the randomness of gravity on the bathroom floor
Finally reveals the meaning I have sought after, but never wanted to hear.

Final conversations with the man upon the pale horse
Is all that I have to look forward to.

Perhaps you don't understand emotions and nonsense.

Believe me I've tried beyond the stars in the sky,
to hope and to pray for the potential to try.
I've fought past my demons and failed to see angels,
brought forth the memories to watch my heart dangle.

I've lived on the edge and fallen right off,
tried to escape those smokes with the cough.
I have even searched just to find the dust in the wind -
but who's to say I haven't lost all my friends?

Her heart settles deeply inside of mine,
we've been there and done it for our millionth time.
Fought over daylight and dreamed of the night,
that's why I lost her - I win when I fight.

Perhaps there's reason to blame all of you,
you don't fathom my feelings, the tears that fall too.
You're too busy dogging my down to earth looks. Hence;
You don't understand emotions and nonsense

May we use old poems?

Um, I suppose old poems are fine.

and, let's say about three days.. or about fifteen poems? sound fair?

and, sorry it took so long... I've been running around like crazy and don't attend to the computer much, but I will do this. :].

xx.
xTheEcstasyofSuicidex

To These Nostalgic Eyes (Tantrums and Tiaras)

by NyellMoonlight

I got quite used to a word mind-game,
selling out every lie just to taste the tears-
those crystals of defeat
dancing through intoxicated emeralds,
empathetic as the blizzard fallen from our tongues.

... if there's an embodiment of my crimson moon,
trigger for the ebbs and tides, revolving satellites
like there are no future crimes to solve,
it would be you, a patron
of unspoken poetry and wasted ambiguity...

I got quite used to a word antidote,
existing as a parasite of your silver laughter-
that pearly illusion, cryptic constellation
where the chimeras of the twilight reside
under the clouds covered with moss.

... if there's a welkin to these nostalgic eyes,
the force of gravity, merging galaxies
like the words can't suffocate their creator,
it would be you, an artist
with a paintbrush and a blade, palette of tsunamis,
and a heart of tantrums and tiaras.

Well after a quick flick through my poems I figured this one can't harm to enter, hope you enjoy it.

It's called Whistling War, in case you're interested:

The trees sway their limbs in an eldritch dance
The wind whips the leaves so they clatter
And shake
They groan and they creak to feel the weight of the whistles
Upon their arching backs,
Yet never shall they even once think they might break,
As the bodies of the silent men they shelter under unwitting boughs
Never a thought except for their melodic burden.

The sea stirred the rage by the howls
And the sighs and the moans
As the wind touches the aching dry skin of the rocks,
The jealous waves stir and beat foaming fists on their rugged bones,
And spray and spit and snarl in anger,
And finally, wear away to the finest sand,
Pitted with skeletal remains the envious beast paid no heed of;
When the unwilling living give their last to the ocean's might.

The rain spins and twirls and plunges to its ecstatic end,
Each drop to join its fallen brethren crowded within grooves,
A thousand fallen splatters for a thousand fallen men
The soil beneath stirs and weeps for the death
And the ochre and the human blood shed
The wounds torn in one hour what a century would scrape,
What man has done, will do.

Collateral damage is never a concern,
When man's hate and thoughtless words became real pain,
And destruction is all wrought and
Finally will be wrought upon,
Those unwilling and unwitting,
And those who tried but could not help against the taint sown by existence itself,
Nothing can be done but for what has been done,
Century upon century,
Until all is consumed and devoured by a thousand slathering breeds of fire.

Keep Moving Fingers (lyrics)

Keep moving fingers
We're running out of time
No time for trembling
No quivering inside
Keep moving fingers
Keep inching towards
Another sunrise
Another day more in this world

Well I don't know if it's the salt in my veins
Or if it's the lack of blood in my brain
But today, I'm freezing on the spot
Legs go numb as muscles twitch
And my eyes are to sore to admit
I'm crawling back, I'm crawling back
And I won't let myself quit

Keep moving fingers
We're running out of time
No time for trembling
No quivering inside
Keep moving fingers
Keep inching towards
Another sunrise
Another day more in this world

These clocks they press on me like crushing weights
Their ticks and tocks seem like such a noise waste
Deafened, by the sound of passing out
Vision blurs and ears bleed
And the sound of that voice screaming for me to breathe
Don't give in, don't give in
God damn it don't you leave

Keep moving fingers
We're running out of time
No time for trembling
No quivering inside
Keep moving fingers
Keep inching towards
Another sunrise
Another day more in this world

And the sky is clear tonight
Not a cloud in sight
The stars they shine so bright
Illuminate the sky
Yet a storm is brewing here
Beneath the skies so clear
Of people held so dear
And a gathering of fears
The lights are so loud
The earth just seems to doubt
Don't take you final bow
Don't take your final bow

Keep moving, keep moving
Don't give in, don't you dare leave me
Keep moving, keep moving
God damn it don't you dare lose me
Keep moving, keep moving
Don't give in, don't you dare leave me
Keep moving, keep moving
God damn it don't you dare lose me

Keep moving fingers
We're running out of time
No time for trembling
No quivering inside
Keep moving fingers
Keep inching towards
Another sunrise
Another day more in this world

(RKD)

My Decadent

You will never understand the nature of my arrogant misanthropy.
These enigmatic eyes form the skeleton smile of prudent vanity.
I am content in the sanctuary of my complacent shadow,
so take this aesthetic reality and throw the world out the window.

I tried desperately to restrain my corrupted perfidy,
to prove I'm not just another silenced face of absurdity.
This smile I call upon to feed my burning abyss of emptiness,
provoke the secrecy of my tormenting credence.

I grasped blindly at the pain of my self-indulged paradox,
causing my ardent memories of significance to be lost.
These eerie delusions that taint my shallow mind to autopsy,
slowly dissipating the subconscious soul of our fallacy.

My weakened patience succumbed to my self-destructing anger,
allowing the beauty of profanity to flatter.
I breathed in the static heresy of twilight,
to fall asleep in the blissful ache of my lullaby.

Place the blame on my moral deterioration,
to satisfy the pride of my placate aberration.
I wander in my deceptive labyrinth, blind and broken.
Keeping secret of this solitary bane, my decadent.

Sorry if this is late

With This Apple Tree

You'll find me under that apple tree
Clawing at the dirt with bare hands
Through the the hard rocks and clay
You'll find me there all alone

The red apples turned brown with rot
Leaves blown away with the whispering wind
Dry dirt you'll find malnurished roots
Blood splattered from my raw fingers

My face drenched with wicked tears
Teeth clenched with half a thought
To stop the clawing at the dirt
And to realize that you've been gone

I apologize if this is too short.. :/

Magnetic Mind.

Scattered metal bits throughout,
resemble thoughts of you...
vivid memories are endless.

Magnetic mind,
attracted to such pieces...
[possibly addicted?]

Stuck on like super glue,
difficult to separate into two...
[impossible to detach?]

Is this still open?

Go for it.
Last one;; I've been really busy and keep forgetting about this.
Just message and remind me when she gets her poem in!

:].

xxx.

xTheEcstasyofSuicidex

Underneath

Underneath my skin.
Your sure you will find
Lies the answers.
And the real truth.
Deciet will be no longer shown.

Is there no faith anymore?
Everything that i reveal
You do not believe?
Have you no secrets
Hidden from the world,
From the ones you love..
Me included?

Behind your eyes..
The stories are told.
Walls could be filled,
Stacked up tall, higher, higher
With your secret wishes, desires:
Fantasies of love and happiness,

Lies which you have told us all,
Your life now is composed,
Amazing how you can survive, for
Reality has begun to fall.

i believe this is "different" enough. it's like an acrostic, only with words.

Firefly

Twinlke Twinkle firefly
Soaring, gliding through the sky
Up above the night so far
Twinkle little moving star

Flying off into the night
Safe are we till mornings light
Twinkle Twinkle firefly
Please don't go, or I will cry

I want to run where I am free
No wall, no fences, to hold in me
Twinkle Twinkle fireflly
Don't leave me here alone to die

Closed.
Judging asap.

Thanks to the two that messaged me. :].

xxx.

xTheEcstasyofSuicidex

...Are we going to get any results, then?

Hugs

There is something in a simple hug,
That always warms the heart.
It welcomes us back home,
And makes it easier to part.

A hug’s a way to share the joy,
And sad times we go through.
Or just away for friends to say,
They like you because you are you.

Hugs are meant for everyone,
For whom we really care.
From your girl or your neighbour,
Even your teddy bear.

A hug is an amazing thing.
It is just the perfect way
To show the love we are feeling,
But cannot find the words to say.

It is funny how a little hug
Makes everyone feel good.
In every place and language
It is always understood.

Erm. The contest ended ages ago, sorry. The person who's running it just hasn't got around to judging yet. :)

Darn.

Yea I bet they are having a hard time finding a winner.

Or y'know busy/not bothering anyway.

Who knows

í REALLY wanted to participate that topic..:'(

í REALLY wanted to participate that topic..:'(

We heard you the first time.

You needn't worry. The judge decided not to bother doing her bit.

I dont know. she's normally really good about getting these done. don't fret guys.. something probably happened.. or something came up..

Or as I said.

It's hard to pick a winner
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really hard