Nomination Contest #2

The Serenade of Seasons by EOB

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.

Motivated Spirt by Jacklyn

Through sorrow and tears
learning to move on and learn
leaving one year clear behind
holding onto nothing, healing slow

Focusing on family and friends
people who are dearest to me
Praying to be there through the thick
to help guide them, a helping hand

Hoping to become a bolder being
sticking up for those in need
Most of all for my own beliefs
A stronger individual in society

My motivations for the New Year
of what I hope I can improve
though I'll struggle, sometimes fail
I'll just keep on moving forward

Hasan
by Sarah Drew

One second you are my best friend
The next you are my worst enemy

You act so nice and friendly to me
Then you turn into a whole different person

You try to blame everything on me
You yell at me for things I didn't do
You exclude me from everything

Then back to the other you
You smile at me and make me laugh
You sing songs about me

What is all this you keep putting me through
You make me feel loved
Then rip it away from me

You tear out my heart
You take a hammer to it
Then you apologize
Trying to put it back together

I wish you would just tell me
How you feel and stop all this hurt

The Vampire's victim
by Ruby

She walks through the night
Stalking him
He looks behind and sees her
She smiles, and he falters
She draws closer
Her eyes burn in her skull
Piercing him through

Her arm snakes out
And loops around him
Her lips caress his face,
His neck
She bares her teeth
Two incisors slide out
She administers a vampire's kiss

The man sighs
Not yet aware of his fate
She draws in the first mouthful
Of his hot life force
It rushes through her
Like liquid fire
Like molten love

She draws back a moment
A scarlet drop slides over her lips
The man sees
And horror fills his eyes
The stories his mother told him
Of monsters and ghouls
Come flooding back

She feels him stiffen
And tightens her grip
With one hand
She presses him to her
And the other muffles his screams
Checking they are alone still
She returns to her meal

As his life blood runs out
The man pales
He no longer resites
But lolls back in her embrace
She draws mouthful after mouthful
Feeling the fire it lights in her veins
Feeling the joy, the ecstasy

She feels his heartbeat
As it quickens
Fluttering in his chest
She draws deep a final time
And lets him slide out of her arms
He lies there, white as a sheet
Not dead yet
But no longer fully alive

She drops down beside him
And kisses him softly
Her brother
Her lover
Her victim
Before rising once more
And disappearing into the night.

This is such an awesome idea. Here's a poem by Heather M Craig (I'm so glad she's back).

His Eyes Vs. Mine

My eyes unveil a dream
with a sparkle before each blink.
Everytime he's near me,
my heart begins to sink.

My eyes unveil a hope
as a tear strolls down my cheek.
Everytime I face a day without him,
my body falls a little weak.

My eyes unveil a wish
for you and I to be us again.
Everytime I think of you,
I realize you're just a friend.

His eyes release a dream
with a sparkle after each blink.
Everytime he's near her
his heart begins to sink.

His yes release a hope
with a crimson slit upon his frame.
Everytime he faces a day without her,
he falls more into her game.

His eyes release a wish
from the bottom of his heart, I can view.
And everytime he thinks about what went wrong,
I wish I could be you.

I'm A Trophy by Lady Vengeance

Love has twisted all my truth's
and minimized my lies
but do you feel the same for me
or am i just a prize?

What i feel for you is strong
my heart begins to burn
with all the love i feel for you
do you still return?

for me you are the only one
a rose against a thorn
please say i will not turn around
to find that you are gone?

I heard that she is beautiful
she walks like summer breeze
her laughter is contagious
don't leave me for her, please!

I see you watch her during break
and walk with her to class
i hear you say she is a catch
too good to let her pass

I questioned you about all that
you said that i was lying
i tried to look like i didn't care
but inside i was dying

Why do i put up with your shit?
pretend it's me you miss
i should have known you loved her
after all, i saw you kiss....

I'm giving you a second chance
You need not know i cried
but do you feel the same for me
or am i just a prize?

This is one of my favorite poems by her and she deserves credit for it.

GA

hey sweet, no I haven't read "the river"..will check it out now.. thanks :)

Unexpected friend
by Stevie B

You look for many qualities
in who to make the one,
i mean it's quite a responsibilty
when the day is done,

they must be friendly, generous and caring,
and always there to lend a hand,
they'd be with you shoulder to shoulder
and they'd make that one last stand

They would always have time for you,
an open ear atleast,
they'd take away your cutlery
in your pessimistic feast,

They'd cut the rope from above you
and wouldnt let you hit the ground,
you'd start to miss their presence
when your buddy's not around

you wouldn't feel discomfort
when spilling all the beans,
they'd nod and smile understandably
not even knowing what it means,

they'd laugh at your jokes, funny or not
to keep your spirits high,
you'd lay there at night, thinking,
praying they're alright

I've found this friend in someone,
unexpected as may be,
ive found this friend in someone,
this someone is you Dean.

Love Doesn't Show
by *Senorita*

I don't know what it is but love never returns me,
I feel I need I want someone who deserves me.
I always seem to fall in love faster than I know,
And when it comes down to it, love really doesn't show.
I fall for those who do not know,
My true feelings and how they grow.
I'm to scared to tell him as I know he doesn't feel the same,
And here we are again adding to my shame.
I feel so blocked my feelings are hidden,
But still he makes my body shiver,
Butterflies are all a quiver.
Things always seem to get in the way,
And its something that I cannot change.
It hurts me more knowing I can't have him,
And knowing that ill be without him.
I don't know what it is but love never returns me,
I feel I need I want someone who deserves me.

Love me, leave me, but dont forget me
by Dan

Its been quiet since you've been gone
this house just ain't no home
without you here in my arms
i am here all alone

it did not want you to leave
but it was your choice
it still it pains me
to not hear your voice

i don't know why you left me
i gave you all my respect
but if you were not happy
who am i to object

i still hear the click
of the door shutting behind you
it goes over and over in my head
and i wish it wasn't true

what am i supposed to do
without you to hold my hand
to stand by my side
and to help me understand

this bed is empty
and your not there i know
i have no face to wake up to
instead there are tears on my pillow

this path will be hard
and i have to be strong
if I'm ever going to be happy again
i have to move on

after all these obstacles
its good to see you now with someone new
and i want you to know something
i am happy for you

memories seem like so long ago
time must kill the pain
i hope we can still be friends
and i hope you think the same

although i don't want to let you go
its not my decision to make
but please don't break another guys heart
please..for my sake

The Writer's Compulsion
by Apathetic Soul

What is this compulsion to write gnawing at my heart?
What insane puppeteer tugs wires, chaining
My conscience to my weary wrists?
Fingers chapped and callous are slave to thought,
Pressing pen to paper,
Scribbling nonsense, lunatic ranting.

Insanity is a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Delusions of grandeur,
Glamour in the mind run rampant,
Feeding off wild daydreams, tangible desires.
The tempo of a beating heart,
The pulse of a ticking clock,
Setting the pace of lustful, greedy indulgences.

Shaking in the darkness,
Starved to release the icy flame in my eyes,
Blind in panicked prayer of the innermost soul
Brought to fruition only at the flow of ink.

Can you hear the bureau whisper,
The buzz of bone and sinew?
Feel the soft brush of a raven’s wing
As a cloud of memories?

Whose thoughts are these, I wonder,
These poetic tangents.
Surely I who reside in the hollow cavity in my chest
Would not design such fantasies.

The light of relief, of woe’s release,
Guides my pen and my tired eyes
throb with the rising sun,
My heartbeat in my burning forehead.

I dare not rest lest the empty pages of the Book
Tempt me in my eternal charity.
I whose very existence is a paradox,
I who befriended loneliness itself,
Would not dare leave this paper without company.

The wind of obsession howls at the door,
But we are at war, passion and I.
Only when I have quelled it
May I sigh, set down my pen, and

Sleep.

Mommy's Little Soldier by steph

A crescent moon wakes
To a heart's faded plee.
Muffled whispers of innocence,
As she dreams her last dream.

She's no longer sleeping,
From the noise that he makes.
The little girl watches,
As her mother, he breaks.

Yelling and screaming.
He smacks her around.
Never to stop,
Until there's blood on the ground.

"Mom, you didn't do anything!
It's good who you've been.
Don't let him call you dirt,
Don't say sorry to him!"

The child stood tall,
And masked her fears.
But as he walked closer,
She couldn't hide tears.

With a bottle in his hand,
And beer on his breath.
Night witness true darkness,
As he brings to her, death.

Now the crescent moon sleeps,
To a mother's silent plee.
Her daughter was taken.
A soul was set free.

Behind Closed Doors by Lil_poetry

As I sit and reminisce about the year when I was just nine I instantly go back to the point in my life when my innocence was no longer mine

An older family member of mine, was my baby-sitter each day
Known as the only little girl in my family at the time, I was only nine years old, I swore to him this story would never be told
There is no way to evade the past so now I put my fears aside and finally I have something to say

The touch of his hand made me want to die
The sound of his voice made my nights full of endless cries
He would say dont worry just be quiet and sit
But deep down I knew he was full of shit
He constantly kept me traumatized as a child
He always had a way of convincing others that I was a strategic liar
Scared to death to tell anyone I just nodded and smiled

I couldnt understand how, why he would force me drop to my knees I would beg and plead for him to let me go constantly crying please
Each time hoping to GOD someone would open that door to the room filled with such painful encounters
But it seemed as if no one else existed in the world just his devious ways, my countless resistances and my persistent prays
He would force me to provide him with orgasmic pleasures
And would punish me when I wouldnt fulfill his sexual measures

I would go home each day feeling like trash from the bite marks on my breasts to the point of me feeling depressed
He made me believe that no one cared about me from comments like Whos going to listen to you, you are just a dumb little girl who lies. Deep down I questioned what if I tell someone that he is touching me in inappropriate places from my non-developed breast, to my sensitive vagina, to my inner thighs. They are going to think I am exaggerating. I thought.

I wish I knew that he was just manipulating my mind and soul. But how could I handle this at just nine years old. For years I have felt like I should be punished for this unforgivable sin.

Its eight years later and I question how he sleeps at night, knowing that he molested his baby cousin when she was only nine and he was thirteen.
So what do you do when no one knows of this terrible ordeal that took place 8 years ago? Till this day I am still carrying the burden of what goes on behind closed doors, one day I pray that this door will somehow vanish

Old Tree
by JJ

Its been standing there for years
passed on from generations
the limbs have grown stronger
the roots are even deeper
engraved in each circle
is a story to tell, a memory to share

Wrapped around the trunk
where the clothes line is tied
on the side is where my name is carved
right there where the grass is soft
lies my favorite place to read

Near my bedroom window, on the 4th branch
the one that hangs kind of low
my secret hiding place is there
that's where I go to be alone,
Its where I find my strength again

Sometimes when life is bored
and there's nothing else to do
I'd lie underneath its shade
dreaming about love and forever
the world around me lay forgotten
just for a minute, time was mine

On that limb near the top
that's where the old swing hangs
its pretty weak now
nobody swings on it anymore
still, when the wind blows
I remember the times...

That old tree will always stand
forever it shall bear
my precious, unforgettable memories
someday I hope to pass them on
sitting underneath its shade

I think it's beautiful. ain't it?
much love to all,
marjan

A humble death
by OneSunnyMorning

There used to be an
Old man who lived next door.

Mummy didn't like me talking to him too much -
He always seemed
so lonely
But I always admired the way his aged jaws would elicit
that solemn sound, that seemed to carry the weight of his years.

As time rolled away I became older like a flower unfurled
And I talked with the man about love
He asked me why I don't dress up, or style my hair
I replied,
feeling humble; "but I have no one to dress up for and
besides, true love will judge me on who I am, not what I am."

It was a strange night that night. The sky seemed to stir hues of
scarlet and gold, and the old moon was faded. The cold man
laughed merrily, though his tone was always mellow:

"Just like I used to be, my son."

I never heard his solemn sounds again
And I suppose he died a humble death
For time had rolled away, and he wilted all alone
Like an old flower, that slowly turned cold.

The Gardener and the Rose
by Cory Mastrandrea

The snow has melted, and the sun journeyed closer.
Warm days, cool evenings, And cold nights faded.
The rainy season has come and gone.
Mornings are warm and days are hot.
Last years plants have sprung out,
Overgrown, stretching for new sun and new earth.
Time has come when the gardener tends his plants.
Each annual planted with care, weeds pulled, dried leaves brushed away from around the perennials.
The woody branches of the rhododendron and the azalea are pruned.
After all is done the gardener turns his attention elsewhere.
The rose: queen over all the garden.
Its flowers; beautiful red petals folded close to form.
With careful hands, and soft feet, the gardener moves in
Reaching for the first green shoot to clip.
His hand snaps back.
The small green leaves manage to hide small thorns.
Thorns--the only blemish of the rose
On the second try one hand is placed cautiously around the tender branches
Certain not to snag a thorn,
As the other hand moves in slowly, artfully
To remove dead, unneeded branches.
Again the hand retreats in pain.
The thorns seemed to have grown larger.
Now long enough to thrust their barbed spikes into the gardener's hand.
But no, they are still the same size as before.
While reaching for the branch again he realizes; he sees
The thorns grow large barbs and hurtful.
However, when backing up they lessen and become harmless.
Ten yards away the gardener notices that the thorns have disappeared entirely.
"Does the rose not realize what it is doing?
That the pruning is for the best
Trimming off unfruitful branches Allowing it to nourish that which will bud and bloom
With many more blossoms even bigger and better than before?
Would it rather reject the best for it
To run wild and rampant, until the flowers shrink and wilt
Surely the rose understands. Surely it doesn't intend to harm me--the Gardener.
Once it hears my voice it will recognize and greet me with ease and pleasantries--
Without thorns.
Yet they remain. And grow larger when I approach.
This rose, so beautiful, so delicate--prize of my garden..."
Backing up the gardener puts down his clippers.
He walks away from the rose without intrusion,
Without pruning, and without harshness.
He walks away to watch and to water.

Colour
by CIEL

Look at the sky around you
Changing all the time
the blue morning sky
make you fresh

The yellowishpurpleblue
of the sunset
Makes you stand for hours
looking it and adore it

The night sky with purpleishblackblue
shines elegantly with the help of stars and moon

You`ll remember me
By JJ

Reality hath become
a constant memory
of who I'll never be

silhouettes of the past
torment my dreams
threatening to drain
what's left of sanity

visions of the future
crumble before my eyes
as mirrors uncover the truth
of what lies behind this smile

evading through
my heart and soul
promising from
the depths of darkness
youth whispers again

you'll remember me

Edge of Sanity
by Rusted x Heart

Starve this hungry curiosity,
And satiate this undying pain,
Save me from the lonely mirrored one,
From whom I simply cannot abstain.
Just like a haunting shadowed vision,
He drowns out this solitary home,
Fills each corner of oblvion,
With the memory of all I've known.

The distortion of reality,
Only perceived by my naked eyes,
By blindfolding and suffocating,
These mutilated, desperate cries,
This single light just reinforces,
The shadow, behind me has been cast,
As a footstep that trails behind me,
Throughout this darkened and rotting past.

Allow me this darkness, over light,
To hide from what I choose not to see,
A facade built to endure it all;
Attempt to live in tranquility,
Stripped bare of previous emotions,
Living on the edge of sanity,
Has the shadow I've been running from,
All along...been the shadow of me?

My Achievement
by: Ross Farup

Running, lifting,
Flying, sinking,
Wicked rush,
Deepened breathing.
Sailing, soaring,
Wind is Roaring,
Thought is lost,
My soul is free.
Launch to land,
Straw and sand,
Looking now,
Watch it stay.
My smile fades,
For sorrow shades
The happiness
Within my Eyes.
Amongst the cheers,
I do not hear,
The one that
Lifts me up.
And my soul is trapped
Within the gap
Created when you're
Not here.
Running, lifting,
Flying, sinking,
Wicked rush,
Deepened breathing.
Sailing, soaring,
Wind is roaring,
Time is lost,
We are free.

(Small note: this is about high jump at a track meet)

Deathly Impulse
by Luanne

Standing upon the balcony rail
eyes of a cat in the dark
arms outstretched, seeking to fly
above the fluffy white clouds
yet her destination is an illusion
downward is the reality

She laughs and twirls
ignoring the bitter taste of "the drip"
red silky blood marks her abuse
unnoticed it falls upon her numbing lips
she feels powerful and mighty
yet in reality she is frail and weak

Many years of cocaine pleasure
life's normal rewards thrown away
her trust put in the hands of evil
her real reason of being blessed with life
forgotten,diminished and unimportant
she lives now only for the "rush"

She leaps capriciously ,air-born
yet unlike her fifteen minute "high"
her angelic wings last only moments
she descends quickly,yet gracefully
unaware that reality hits harder than illusions
fifteen minutes of power ,two seconds to reality

Upon a dust coated table
the evidence to her death,speaks
a mirror, razor and straw
innocent household items it seems
yet this time it is different
partners in crime,is what they are

Pay the price of death for an illusion
Or live a lifetime of reality as a blessing

Flakes of time by Lenny

Time flakes away,
Like the flakes of paint off a wall,
Piece by piece your sole is peeled away,
And spirals like lint to the ground beneath,
Where it is buried with the spade of Mother Nature.

When the paint has worn from the wall,
Battered and torn by the world and its qualms,
The wall is repainted,
New life is created,
And another takes your place on the wall,
Only to flake and spiral to the ground
As you have before it.

Well of sorrow
by Illuminati

Oh, I am crying,

Silent tears welling in my fevered eyes
Eyes I thought could cry no more
They smirk to me as they rolling down
Soaking my soul with endless sorrows
Because now I see that I've been blind

Oh, one too many wasted sunset
Drowned in the well of sorrow

..........I cried as I felt
..........I felt, as I loved

The pain I felt,
Could not wipe away my dreams
But the tears,
They washed away my life

Oh, I am dying

In my mind I can see all to clearly now
I feel my faith, it blows me a cold kiss
Running its fingers through my life
Painting my face with a pale sadness
Because now I have realized my mistakes

Oh, one too many wasted chance
Drowned in the well of sorrow

..........I died as I lived
..........I lived, as I loved

The love I had
Was flowing from within
Now blown away,
Lost in the shadow's of yesterdays

*I just read this and it's beyond words!

I never heard your voice, yet i know you called my name,
your problems outweighed mine massively but u made them seem so tame,
I never said i loved you, i never told you that i cared,
We never sat together and smiled at the memories we shared

The same two people made our life possible, and tore us both apart,
wherever you are now, alone, you're always welcome in my heart,
You spent not enough years alive, gracing this world of mine,
But God has a bigger picture and i guess it was your time

The big man grew impatient, he wanted you for himself,
for this i cannot fault him, for as far as he had delved,
he plucked the most beautiful creation he could find,
and said with a voice of sorrow, im sorry, this one's mine.

I will not cry for you, i swear, it's better in the end,
I'll rejoice our time together, my loving sister and my friend,
To mourn would just be selfish and would seem justly unfair,
But i do it anyway, because you were my older sister, you are my loving Claire

soz i didnt say who that is by - it is by stevie b

I nominate this one by myself:

Ode to Chelsea

Chelsea is a lazy girl,
fails to let results unfurl.
I bet she has got drunk by now,
and thus, the beauty of this poem, disavows,
for drunken chelsea knows no sense,
the mist before her seems so dense,
the mist of vodka and of beer,
will turn the truth to lies, I fear,
well, more like know, for chelsea is,
the last thing I would ever kiss,
nah, I`m just kidding,
if Chelsea was to be sold, I`d do all the bidding.

=)

omg the tension is unbearable lol and I havent even entered: is it like this for anyone else?

hey soz to keep posting - i just want it to stay on the first page

wow i had a poem nominated! that makes me feel like a winner anyway

thanks Alyson

and thanks for holding the contest sweetenigma

Ruby

Your welcome Ruby.

Congrats to all who won!