open verse contest

rules:
1. less than 40 lines
2. must be open verse
3. any topic
4. closing date is the 11th of november
5. my word is final (ie. no arguing)

prises:
1st-4 comments&votes from me
2nd-3 comments&votes from me
3rd-2 comments&votes from me

and everyone else will get 1 comment&vote.

so then. get your entries in :-D

The Immensity of Emptiness
by HansRik

An hollow heart, and empty of love,
But full of dirous, dreadful dreams.

A heart that taintly loved,
A heart that faintly dreamt of love,
A heart of wrathful passions,
A heart that burns with its own fiery intentions,
Leaving no more than a barren set of ashen ruins.

Such is the immensity of emptiness.

The heart that expires its bloody tears cries its past, its love:
A set of futile memories which stroked its loathsome soul.

And thus the heart remains be-lied,
Believing that 'twas full of fiery love,
Not realising that 'tis full of empty ice.

And this is the immensity of emptiness
That passions bygone, and love be-thought caress'd.

I'm Tired
by †Anthony†

This anger needs to be released,
This is all I know how to do,
The screaming inside my head,
Here for everyone to see.
I'm tired of the tears!
Too many seen and shed for my lifetime,
16 years on a planet,
And your tears could fill a lake.
I'm tired the pain!
Everyday filled with aching memories,
Everyday, longing to die.
Giving up, no longer trying.
I'm tired of feeling!
Wishing, Praying, Hoping, Longing,
Just to go numb and forget,
Just to be free of these chains.
I'm alone, and I'm scared,
I'm hurt, and I'm weak,
I'm still crying, and there's
Still no one to hug me.
No one can break my heart anymore.
It's in pieces too small to divide.
I'm tired of being afraid,
Afraid to be alone,
Afraid to live,
Afraid to die,
Afraid to say "I love you"
I'm tired of feeling like I don't belong,
But still, these feelings are trapped,
Trapped inside me.
No matter how much I write,
They won't go away.
For the first time I wish...
Someone would stay,
And I can lie in their arms,
And feel... Like I'm safe.

Static Disembodiment...

Not many are able to stand still and watch as change decays their beloved portrait of a moment, but the select few seldom withstand the energy displaced, and fall, twisting and gripping.. those who turn their backs - denying the crippling, disfiguring phenomenon of similarities that wither away - these are the ones framed in wrought iron, wielding deflections and self-promises - all in vain, for superficial self-contentment.

those who face the music head-on, music blasting, and only wince - these are the true soldiers. for in every sigh, every tick of their eye - within every unshrouded thought, there awakens a dormant suffering,.. the longing that not only accompanies you, but stays too long and never wants to leave.

if one were to change the ebb and flow of time, were they to eliminate what is so frighteningly real and true - change - and infuse the void of longing with the deep, rich fulfillment of what's needed, moments could never last. time would be the embodiment of ephemeral, and gravity would reverse. happiness would invert to a secular moment of perpetual discontent, loathed by those same who wanted the change.

what's proposed, a static utopia, where euphoria exists between, is nothing but a dream. some could even call it a nightmare... what do you do when you want to change but fear changing will freeze a moment in dysphoria?

what do you do when you cant slip between the cracks of beaten cement that cascade your life's walkway,
when you're unable to surround yourself with the blanket of blissful ignorance, blindness, and indifference?

"Suicide" by Nicole

I don't know why I did it, I was just fooling around. I never knew life was
so precious, until I hit the ground.
I was mad, I remember I got a knife, I slit my wrists which took my life.
The blood kept flowing, it wouldn't stop, my hair and my clothes were like a mop.
It was the worst kind of feeling, when I made myself die, all I could do was
lie there, I couldn't even cry.
I tried it before, although not the same way. I had an overdose, at least
that's what they say.
I told no one, I kept it all inside, when I was confronted I sat there and
lied. I never should have done it as you can tell, because I committed
suicide, I shall burn in hell!

By Nicca

Ok contest closed.
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however, i have an essay to write thismorning (bloody college) so i'll judge and post the results this afternoon.

sorry for the wait. the results are as follows:

1st HansRik
2nd Drew Gold
3rd †Anthony†
4th »ღ«¦ŇĨ©őłę¦»ღ«

I'll get right on with the commenting. but i can't promivce to get them all done as i am off up to middlesbrugh in just over an hour.....but if i dont get them done now i will make sure i do them at some point over the weekend.

ok comments and votes complete :D