JJ's Poetry Contest

Rules:

1. no plagiarism
2. 1 poem per person
3. no explicit or slang

Prizes:

first place, 3 comments
second and 3rd places, 1 and 2 comments

after 15 poems, I'll choose a winner...(warning! I'm no professional, so I hope nobody takes anything personal and simply excepts any critiques from me as just my own opinion) thanks

Post away!

October wind
by Just-take-my-heart-i-want-you-to-have-it

The October wind blows by
your voice was in it
your presence was felt

now there isn't a day that goes by
that i don't sit and cry
could you come back, just this once

is love just a word
or does it have meaning
what does it mean to you

i thought love was a bond
something that could never end
with time that thought was changed

now love is hate
could it ever be the same
i think not

you said you loved me, once
but like this feeling
it came to an end

*yay i'm first**celebrates by giving everyone hugs*

Revealing the obscured:

Fright strikes so suddenly
filling up your mind
You are now in custody
That's what life designed

Scared to keep on going
afraid of the unkown
petrified to know the truth
shocked of what is shown

Trying to adjust your thoughts
to this new revelation
You're challenging the desert droughts
of existance own creation

This is "The Serenade of Seasons"

When bitter is the chilling wind
that comes out of the north.
When silent lay the dying souls
as winter`s cloak comes forth.
When crescent on the twilit sky,
the moon bestows its light.
I hate myself, I hate myself,
and walk into the night.

When spring unfolds, the vivid breath,
that all name fair and free.
When sun bestows its ardent light,
for all the world to see.
When tranquil, in the tepid air,
the dreams of men unfurl,
shall I not come, but linger here,
in the shadow of the world.

When all becomes ethereal
and night, alike day,
is warm, and bright, and wonderful
in every single way.
When winter`s fear is absent
and the world enrobed in green,
shall I elude the light of day,
forever stay unseen.

When light, again, in battle
with the dark is bound to lose.
To leave in pain, or stay in vain
the birds are forced to chose.
When nights have turned cerulean
then in the bitter rain,
encloaked in fear and agony,
I`ll walk by thee again.

Shards

The violence that drives me
It's healed by your smile
It's hard to say it but
I need to keep protecting you.

Love, warmth; they are trivial
I can't protect or believe in anything
Anything I touch just falls apart
For now, the world's hatred burns

The lonely moon that fully rises
It is wavering in the darkness
Yes, it's alright when I am by myself
The flame is a fragment of the burning moon.

The sky becoming stained by the dark red color
Is that the color of blood?
I feel kindness for some reason
Everyone is lighting their heart
with their beloved people
It's like the sunset.
But yet, I am dying.

Even though the night approaches,
the thick darkness
Surrounds the town and people,
No, it can't remove
The dark in my heart.

But, my evil, embraces the darkness,
Touching it with warm, loving strokes,
Tendrils of fear, hatred, and pain.
What is happening?

The blossoming,
Night approaches,
Moon shining,
Fog filling in,
Darkness wavering,
Lonely moon,
Lonely man,
Perhaps we are one.

I am sorry I have not been perfect,
During my eighteen years of life.
I am sorry you think I am anorexic,
And that I live life by a knife.
I am sorry I am not the same little girl,
That I was a short time ago.
I am sorry that I feel so much pain inside,
And that you have yet to see me grow.
I am sorry you must look into these cold eyes,
And that I have no confidence left to spare.
I am sorry that I like being away from you,
And that you hate the clothes I wear.
I am sorry for keeping things from you,
And for all my self-destruction.
I am sorry for making you yell at me,
And for causing you have that reaction.
I am sorry for all the times I have sided with Dad,
And for not feeling a bit of guilt.
I am sorry for being the reason you damaged,
The relationship we could have built.
I am sorry for using your best kitchen knife,
To slit my wrist for the first time.
I am sorry for making time spent with me,
Have to feel like a crime.
I am sorry for not giving you hugs when you want them,
And I am sorry for resenting you.
I am sorry for not having the same beliefs,
And for always making you argue.
I am sorry I do not like you,
And that I cannot forget things you have said.
I am sorry that each and every day,
Those words go through my head.
I am sorry for never calling,
And that I do not miss you at all.
I am sorry you had to see me at my worst,
Sorry you had to see me fall.
I am sorry I am not the perfect daughter,
And that I am not who you thought I would be.
I am sorry, mother, for letting you down,
I am so sorry for being me.

Our Past

Yesterday seems so far ago.
We try to focus on today,
Looking at the past times,
Hoping that time won't fade away

Looking at this crumpled photo,
Thinking where has the time gone,
These past years have been a blast.
I guess I knew this all along.

Even when I had my bad days.
We know we all have our share.
Thinking about how life so hard,
And how reality can be so unfair.

But it wasn't all like that,
We always made it through,
The hard times and pain,
So we had good days too.

Flipping back thru the pages,
I see faces of my old classmates.
I wonder what happened to them,
I hope just hope its going great!

Looking through my pictures,
Brings back visions from the past.
Days that seemed to never end
Memories that would always last.

And as I sort through my stuff,
I think "wow things have changed."
But we know things don't last forever.
And that lifestyles have their range.

But as we travel back to the past
We feel our happiness and pain.
And reflect how we feel today.
Do think you'd do it again?

It's true we've come a long way.
We never regret what we did
Whether it was trouble or schemes.
After all you were only a kid.

So cherish those memories,
Because you can't relive the past.
Even though you can't go back,
You can always make them last.

--emotionless19*

There are too many questions,
there is so much confusion
whirling through my head.
There are too many options,
What I want is an explanation
For things that I've said.

And I know I can feel bad
and the world can look so sad.
But I just hold on and be strong,
And I only hope I won't go wrong.

I just try my hardest to understand,
But all I really want is a kind and caring hand.
All I really need to is someone to be there,
And to have someone with all my problems I can share.

There used to be one special friend,
With that kind and caring hand to lend.
But then she left me all alone,
With not even a little contact by telephone.

There are too many questions,
there is so much confusion
whirling through my head.
There are too many options,
What I want is an explanation
To give that special friend,
When I take my last breath,
And I am dead.

"Apart Of Me"

For the longest time
My lips were sealed
But my deepest secret
Now revealed

I always wondered
Deep inside
How life would be
By a fathers side

I wish I knew
At least your name
I wish I knew
Just who to blame

I blame myself
I feel as though
It`s all my fault
You didn`t watch me grow

Was I not good enough
To make you stay
Am I the reason
You walked away

You deprived me
Of a fathers love
You deprived me
Of a loving fathers hug

I went through life
Acting as if I didn`t care
That you, my father
Were never there

It bothered me inside
In my heart I knew I was sad
That to me you`re a stranger
The father I never had

Deep in my heart
To fate I plea
To see the man
That is one half apart of me.

Happily ever after

Does every a gothic romance end like this?
With a cut of a kiss against thy wrist?
Does every a story end like this?
With a fear of never being kissed?

Happily ever after
Society’s unrealistic romantic scale
Happily ever after
Society’s cookie cutter fairy-tale

Every little girl is raised to
Believe
That she has a prince
Waiting
for her on one
Knee

But isn’t this psychologically damaging?
This "Happily ever after" scare
To believe that they are the world
And grow up to realize that no man cares

Happily ever after
Society’s unrealistic romantic scale
Happily ever after
Society’s cookie cutter fairy-tale

But if you look closely
You will see off far
Out there, there is a man
Who will not leave you with a scar

There is a man who can hold you so dear
There is a man who you can kiss without fear
There is a man who can love you with cheer
In this cookie cutter fairy-tale

Existential You

If words were the same as intent, I'd suspend your every expression
in mid-air.

You're free
to take a picture
but leave your reflection at the door.

the world's already a dirty enough place without You
misconstruing truth
and selling it by
the milligram.

confusing faith,
and pulling it
from underneath god's fingernails,
back into Your mouth-
A reverse child-birth.

If word equalled intent
I wouldn't be writing this-
wouldn't be staring in
through the gap between
letter and full sentences.

Don't you feel
what I want,
between 'u' and 's',
Anyway?

I wouldn't be wondering
what it is that You're talking about
because thought
removed from intention
would tell its own story

make its own pictures,

live its own life,

taking no prisoners.

I see a lonely girl,
she is smiling,
to all she looks happy,
but to me she looks sad,
for i can see past the smile,
to the broken heart within.

she laughs out loud,
but cries inside,
her smile never fails,
but within she dies.

in front of others,
she hides,
as one described,
in her cloak of beauty
she stands straight,
and seems alright,
the belle of the ball,
never looses a fight.

in her lonely hell however,
her beautiful face is adorned with tears,
her eyes tell a tale filled with pain,
her body trembles,
and her heart breaks,
her smile disappears and is replaced with a deep sorrow never seen before.

when she faces the world,
she does not brake,
no one sees past her laugh,
no one sees her hidden lies.

but alone she has no weapon,
no reason to hide her fears,
she lets it all go,
she lets it all out,
she lets her heart bleed,
and lets herself drown.

i look at this beautiful, lost girl,
whose hope has been shattered and thrown away,
whose feelings have been played with,
whose heart has been torn,
and i understand her fears and pains.

no one shall ever see past her smile,
within her beauty she hides her lies,
she says I'm fine again and again,
and everyone is fooled by her clever game.

everyone that is but the girl and me,
for we are both one in all means,
i am looking in a lake of sorrow,
at me stares back my reflection,
no one knows our fears,
just ourselves,
and as i realize that she is but my reflection,
i walk away.

i walk away knowing that one day it shall get better,
i walk away with the first glimmers of hope coming through,
and i walk away knowing if i give up,
i will end up in that pool of sorrow,
from which no joy come,
no one drinks from,
and all stay away from.

i walk away knowing that the fight has not been lost.

Anorexia, Parts I-II (same story)
By Matters

I hear of all the stories,
The sadness and despair,
I recall the mute persuasion,
Downed by deadly stare.

But of all of the starvation,
Just one speaks out to me,
The journey of depression,
Pure fate and agony.

The adventures of a broken soul,
Lost without a clue,
Awakened from the restless sleep,
I found out that soul was you.

Deported from all wonderful,
Rejected from perfection,
Put in a place so cold and bare,
Awaiting resurrection.

Times began of toughness,
Hate became infused,
Self-wrath became infection,
And you were the abused.

However strong you were,
Brains outwits the brawn,
Nothing mattered anymore,
All that's left is gone

The messenger took over,
Telling lovely lies,
Wiping down your tears,
Gleaming in your cries.

Soon he had you tempted,
Emotionally drifted,
I watched horrific transformation,
Now just sickly twisted.

Messengers would never leave,
You performed the act at night,
Believing gimmick telegraphs,
But it made you feel all right.

You seemed fine for such a while,
Until he began to show,
Weight was dropping quickly,
Death could come or go.

Perched upon your shoulder,
Was the devil's little singer,
The messenger became the truth,
You were getting thinner.

Submerged beneath his ocean,
Dead below the "fun,"
Taken over, soulless now,
The messenger had won.

You belonged to him now,
Tortured, bound, and taut,
Starvation was remembered,
The former life forgot.

You'd become a chamber,
Health was rapidly declining,
You knew that it would happen soon,
You knew inside you're dying.

Plunged deeply into nothing,
Lived inside the pit,
Death was nearing, scared you were.
Blackness couldn't fit.

I looked to your eyes,
Subconscious and removed,
Inside I stifled screams,
I felt so sad, confused.

But then your parents found you,
Hanging on your thread,
Encasing fragments of your soul,
But they knew inside you're dead.

Gone now is the messenger,
He dug your grave so deep,
You're happy now, joy vivacious,
Released your final weep.

What brought you here, curious,
Stitched to make you sewn,
Was not the love, life or laugh,
But yet remains unknown.

I know that you were locked up,
Not what you're meant to be,
But now the lock is broken,
Acceptance was the key.

ok, here's my poem.

Broken

your words slice through me
sharp as a knife
my blissful happiness is gone
because of this strife
each day is the same
you break me, then put me back together
i'll go in my room to hide
when i come out, you act like you don't remember
you don't see how hurt i am
even though it's so clear
and no matter how many times i cry
you don't see a single tear
you don't understand how much pain you cause me
you'll never understand my sorrow
you don't know how many times i pray
that it'll be better tomorrow
but it'll never be better
for when i think there's finally peace
it's all torn away
it comes to a cease
i end up broken
just like before
all the suffering i've gone through
i'll go through once more
i wish you'd stop this yelling
it makes me feel like such a failure
you don't realize what you're doing
my life is becoming my nightmare
my memories are haunting me
i'm restless every night
i cannot fall asleep
all i can do is cry
the next day you come up to me
you put me together again
then you say you're sorry
and you think you've been forgiven
but there's something different now
something is not right
for a piece of me is missing
one that's beyond your sight
i feel like all my true happiness is gone
i'm in this deep depression
but nobody will ever know this
for i'm lying and pretending
i'll never show how i really feel
unless you're someone i trust
you'll never see a single tear shed
in public my pain turns to dust
but no matter what i lead you to believe
inside i am crying silently
for i know if things keep going this way
my nightmare will become my reality

hope ya like it.

CONTEST CLOSED. anything else submitted will not be considered! give me a day or so. thanks

just-take-my-heart-I-want-you-to: the title intrigued me, but I thought the contents didn't match up, ...a bit simple? I don't know...

tiffany: too much repitition usually spoils a poem, surprisingly I thought this was good compared to some.

lisa: you conveyed a lot of emotion in this rant, am sure many can relate.

my1&only: no metaphors, a bit simple, still think you did a good job (tons better then I ever could). forgive me but I'm not a huge fan of love poems although I do make considerations for a certain few...

mythantos: really enjoyed this piece.

tarakay: a couple stanzas are too repetitive and I think you could work on the flow.... all in all, good job

lostsoul: the flow seems a bit shaky and can improve. good job!

myreflection: I enjoy reading poems like this.

AlexJ: great job, though I do think you could add more,

emotionless19: I love writing about memories and reading about them too...great job

drew gold: I see you don't worry much about form, I like that. the content is what matters.

drytears: "apart of me" hit home. I can relate to some of the feelings you conveyed.
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~CONGRATULATIONS to the winners:

3rd place, Matters! you touched on a very serious problem that many girls face today. excellent write! you are an incredible writer with talent beyond your years.

2cd place, Enslavement of Beauty! Loved the title and enjoyed...I think you did a flawless job of capturing every season, especially winter (which I love) and am surprised that this poem is not on the front page somewhere.

and the winner:
apathetic soul!!! I commented on this before, once again, you did a beautiful job of capturing a tree in winter.. the imagery is amazing! this is one my personal favorites :) you have immense talent, keep it up

*** patience guys, I'll get around to those comments in due time...you ALL are awesome! I hope you had as much fun as I did. keep up the good work! seeya around

~JJ

Wow...I got third place?!?! I'm surprised I won something... Whoa...

good job 1,2,3, place winners, and everyone else.