Titled Conted :]

Starting Date: May o7, 2o11
Ending Date: May 27, 2o11

[You have: 0 day left.]

Rules:
o1. Has to be a new poem.
o2. You can only enter two poems.
o3. Make sure nothing is mispelled.
o4. No collabs.
o5. No late entries.

~Titles were taken from poems/songs.

The Dreaming Tree:
o1. shattered savior
o2. ABC [Done.]

The Last Stop:
o1. Peace In The Womb [Done.]
o2.

Hunger
o1. Britt [Done.]
o2. The Poetess [Done.]

Pretty Pity Parties
o1.
o2.

Symptoms of an Early Morning Breakdown
o1. Nik [Done.]
o2. MoonRose

Metaphorically
o1. MoonRose [Done.]
o2. ABC [Done.]

Remember To Feel It
o1. Nik [Done.]
o2.

Sometimes I Kiss the Nightlight Sweet Dreams
o1.
o2.

Maybe Just A Cold Embrace
o1. The Poetess [Done.]
o2. Peace In The Womb [Done.]

Ha. I almost forgot the prizes.

1st: 4 comments.
2nd: 2 comments.
3rd: 1 comment.

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Can I have this one please :]

Symptoms of an Early Morning Breakdown

^ i'd like the same one please if possible ^_^

May i please have

the dreaming tree

'The Dreaming Tree' please.

Can i also do metaphorically?

Hunger please :)

Hunger.

I hunger for your lips
to crush against the softness
of my skin, to feel the lavish
touches your spark creates,
is my only desire.

The seduction in your eyes
clears the fear in mine,
and I feel the passion burning
deeper and darker than ever before.
I long for this caress to satiate
my thirst for you.

Okay here goes...

metaphorically

let's say hypothetically
that i loved you
how you don't love me.
what would you do?

continuing on
i'll ask this:
if i were suddenly gone
would i be missed?

i'm just asking hypothetically
(just so i can see)
that speaking metaphoricaaly,
you're as good for me as an ax in my hearts tree.

Symptoms of an early morning breakdown

Light breaks through my
curtains touching my cheek,
I can't stay in this bed forever.
I can smell the scent of
tea leaves burning beneath
heated liquid...you're here
again.

Sanity awaits me under
this pillow but ignorance and
pain always make me stagger
into your arms. My hair has
found its way around my face
signaling that I've slept this time.
My body aches but doesn't
contort as my alarm clock
screams time to wake up,
always late but still a
necessity.

"Are you a necessity?"
something I ask myself
every time I look in the mirror.
I find myself moving toward the
kitchen, only to realize you've
slipped out and left only
this note...

"My tea kettle was broken,
just borrowed yours. Thanks
xoxo." It all makes sense now.
You didn't come to apologize
for last weeks catastrophe, you
didn't even come to take back
every horrible scrap of your
memory. No.
You came to step on my ego, to
make a mockery of my suffering, to
dance on my grave.

Muffled tears fall into a pattern
paralleling that of the rain
drops on my window seal.
Another morning has come
and I'm still in love with you.
I'm still an emotional
ball of chaos waiting to be
thrown into a whirlwind
of agony.

My dreams let me know I'm
about to suffer a situation
jam packed with nonsense.
I roll over and pretend nothing
ever happened. Sleep is the only
way to avoid symptoms of
an early morning breakdown.

(Sorry if it's too long!!! I can write something else)

Nik: That one is perfect. No need to write a different one. :]

Great job guys!

I'll have 'Metaphorically' as well please.

I can I have Remember To Feel It please?

Remember To Feel It

Words stronger than marble,
I'll write them in the sky
for the world to see, for
the world to know.

Je t'aime pour toujours

My mind can't even speak it's
native tongue. You've
bewitched me, made me
an alien in my skin. I don't
want to belong anywhere
that doesn't belong to you.

For the first time, the only time
I felt something other than
this heart of mine, beating
endlessly in my chest. I felt...
love. Something so vague
and imaginary is now more
concrete than the ground
I stand on.

I'll remember the way our
bodies moved like oceans
held in hands of angels.
But mostly I'll remember that--

I felt it.
I felt it.
Je l'ai senti.

Je t'aime pour toujours - I'll love you forever
Je l'ai senti - I felt it

The Last Stop

please and thanks!

[THE LAST STOP]
By: MaryAnne.

Configurations weren't made properly,
A map unfinished, a portrait veiled
And I wait...for the uncovering
Of a soul taken by wake.
At the corner of your home
I fabricate the laws
Sworn to and clearly imminent.

For without walking onto the boundaries
I would have never been awaited.
For without meliorating the sky
I would have been too fervid for your touch.
How I discern this passion
Depends on the mask of your spirit,
What is impeccable,
My longing for who you are,
Or your innate nature of an angel?

Here I ascertain the graveness of life...
With what audacity must I approach you?
Your domicile among the stars
Brings me to always linger on your eyes,
Hidden tracings I ache to kiss.

[ Maybe Just A Cold Embrace ]
By: MaryAnne

My feeling for you is cramped
Among oppression and weight
From a dead, blackened lung,
Curtained against oncoming sun.

Skin prickles with foretelling
As I dream your appearance
This time in thick flesh
And fervid temperatures.

Though you slide across floor
I am struck with impediment..
Unable to grasp forward words.

So I stumble on the mirror
Watching as you near me,
No reflections of guilt,
While I question sanity's
Portrayal, A mind embellished
Or an embrace meant to lock
My last warming pulse?

-

The Dreaming Tree

Believe me when I say I grow enchanted things
To miracle carnations to deathly roses
But the one thing that has people wondering
Is the the dreamming tree I planted years ago

So many wonderers come to me asking, pleading
To take the chance of seeing and even touching
What lies in the garden of truth and heartache
They want their dreams to be open by this

Many have walked away in disapointment
When I say that it isn't what they want
And it will bring nothing more than guilt
While others I must say, have persisted.

The once that insisted in seeing the tree
To the point where their pleads turned to sorrow
I took them back to the tree and let them gaze
Some would stay for hours soaking in the truths

Others, left in more disapointment and shame
And those that left I knew, did not need the tree
Because they could not open their eyes
To see what is and what isn't anymore

But for those who stayed and pondered
With such amazement never said a single word
Just stayed beneath that dreaming tree
Trying to fix what can't be fixed

**i changed my name but when i entered i was knowing as shattered savior

Metaphorically;

Drenched by the breath of summer heat, I've decided
to dig for the bullets of words you lodged in my brain. It is true
you are not special.

You do not possess the hands that could sculpt
a mountain. Nor the voice that could forge the sound
of autumn rain. The glare of your smile does not offer
the same gentle pain, as the flares of the sun. And your eyes
are not the diamonds locked inside a crippled chest, asleep
between the toes of an ocean.

No,
you are not at all
special. You are only the air that is free for anyone
to breathe, the same air that I borrow for my petty needs. And

yes, you are most definitely not special.
For if you choose to disappear
inside a vacuum, even for just a while...
I and the lungs you gave life,
will empty into a void. And nothing
in my finite existence can ever
call you home.

The Dreaming Tree

It is not the pale moon that brought you here
nor the longing for a sober night. There is
a sliding melody between your footsteps,
and your lips whisper a song
full of vowels to the wind.

I can read the sorrow in your eyes, better
than the scintillating symmetry of the stars. And
if you could feel the pulse of my quivering roots
underneath the weary soles of your feet, you may know

how to use my branches for lumber
during those nights when you need warmth.
Use my leaves as shelter, when the falling snow seeks
to numb your skin. When you are angry,
you are free to peel off parts of me. And carve out
little bits of your secret thoughts on my bark
when you are lonely.

All I want, is to be
the shade that protects you
from the scorching eyes
of the world.

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I will have the winners in a few days. :]

Great job, everyone!

Sorry this took so long. Thanks for messaging me, Britt! I've been having a really horrible last few weeks.

Winners: Please PM me the titles of the poems you'd like to be commented. I don't know how long it'll take me as I'm still going through stuff, but they will get done!

Winners-

1st - Nik (Symptoms of an early morning breakdown)
2nd - ABC (Metaphorically)
3rd - Britt (Hunger)

HM - Peace In The Womb (Maybe Just A Cold Embrace)

Thanks darling :] when I write some new stuff you can comment those :] take your time.