TL's Title Contest

ClOSED. RESULTS WILL APPEAR ON THE 25TH

Okay, so, this is my shot at giving you guys a list of titles, and seeing what you write :-)

Rules:
No profanity
Must be yours
You may not write a poem with a title that has already been used by another competitor. If two poems are posted simulatenously I will allow them to stay.
Please, no more than two poems per poet.
Hint: Originality is appreciated.

Prizes? Like what, comments? *looks smug* we'll see.

//T.L.//

p.s. closes Sempter 25 or when there is a poem for every title.

Titles:

Remember My Tears(done)
Random Words(done)
Bittersweet Regret(done, under the name of Bitter Sweet Revenge)
Smiles That Hurt(done)
Ten Things I Never Tell You(done)
Eyes Without Tears(done)
Porcelain Laughter(done)
The Emptiness of Things(done)
Ghosts Don't Cry(done)
Dungeon Music(done)

Would like to reserve "Random Words"

can i please reserve "porcelain laughter"
fankoo

Can I reserve 'Bittersweet Regret'?

I want to see if I can do it...

Sure guys. All reserved.

Ghosts Don't Cry

She wishes she would have done it different, wished she would have dared.
But she couldn't get herself to jump, she was simply scared.
It would have ended everything, maybe it would have stopped.
She wished she was gone far away, for every tear that dropped.
She can't take the tears, and she can't take the pain,
Now she's standing there, alone in the rain.
She wish she would have joined the others, the people who left her behind.
She want's them back, but all the has are the thoughts in her mind.
She wish someone cared, she had someone to hold.
Instead of standing there alone in the cold.
"I guess I'm supposed to die alone, and I guess thats fine.
I am not ment for this world, God messed with my design."
She wish she dared to jump, wish she dared to die.
Only because she knows inside: ghosts don't cry.

nevermind. i ha here to reserve ghosts don't cry...didnt see there was a poem for it right above me:'( and i had a good inspiration for it tooooo:( oh well, there arent any other titles i can think of stuff for. sorry

^^You can both use the same title, if you want. I don't mind, the best will win, at the end, so have a go :-)

//T.L.//

Can i plese reserve smiles that hurt? =D

YAY!!! ILL DO IT IN A FEW MINUTES:D

Bitter Sweet Revenge {Double Ottava Rima}

I will give you a bitter sweet revenge;
Faceless tears streaming down a beautiful face.
Lies telling truthful stories to avenge
Leaving love, malice, and choice without a trace.
Stab beautiful lies with a bloodied syringe,
Listen; reprisal as you leave from this place.
I will give you a revenge bitter sweet
So malicious and cold that will meet your defeat...

I will give you a bitter sweet revenge -
Colored, thoughtful hopes will carry across the sky,
Losing against your fight to the end.
Forgetting the time against your shallow cry.
The fire asset will burn, die, singe,
Letting you fall as the world around lies.
Noticing your silent vindictiveness,
Seeking much ignorance of your forgotten bliss.

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A Ottava Rima is a poem written in 8-line octaves. Each line is of a 10 or 11 syllable count in
the following rhyme:

one octave poem. abababcc
two octave poem. abababcc, dededeff
three octive poem. abababcc, dededeff, ghghghii

xDarkSuicidex

Ghosts Don’t Cry

Walking around, aimless, lost in the crowd.
Trying to be heard, but the noises are so loud.
After a long day, coming home to fights,
Not getting a word in edgewise; lonely nights.

Welcome to my life, I’m only a ghost,
Not noticed by many, ignored by most.
Often want to break down, and want to die,
Or cry my eyes out, but ghosts don’t cry.

Finally a little freedom, out with friends,
But ignored by you, the pain never ends.
Love shown one way, yet hate the other,
Then the time comes to see my mother.

I see her only a little, yet important I’m not,
Complaining and yelling, making cheeks hot.
Talking to her boyfriend for an hour it seems,
Actually spending time with HER is just a dream.

Welcome to my life, a ghost I’ll remain,
Many ignore me, many don’t know my name.
Often I want to break down, but when I try,
I recall that one thing, ghosts don’t cry.

~*Who Cares?*~
THANK YOU AGAIN. i like this poem:)

Cna I reserve Eyes without tears

Random Words
By: Twisted Heart

Last night, they were said, just three little words
But this morning, they're stains on my heart
For I know, just as sure, as you said them to me
That today, they'd drive us apart.

Just fun for awhile is what you had said
I didn't care much, at the time
To love you was wrong on so many levels
Random words were your ultimate crime.

You had your life, it was perfect this way
No commitments to think of, you said
But Random words, have covered quite nicely
The lonely tears that I shed.

Cruel words spoken in passions embrace
Next morning are lost on your lips
You leave in the wake of a new dawning day
Not caring if I'm still Ok with this.

Simple words, that tear the soul out of me
They cause me such heartache and pain
Because I know, They're just being said
They are, after all, just part of your game.

But who am I kidding, I should have known
This fun would be gone when I heard
Those things that you tell, all the women who's fell
For the lies of your Random Words.

xDarkSuicidex I am afraid that you misread my title, placing it as Bitter Sweet Revenge instead of Bittersweet Regret, but we all make mistakes, so the poem, mainly because it was quality writing and I liked it, stays :-)

Thanks guys for your enthusiastic response to my contest. Take your sweet time with the poems, there is no hurry as they only need to be in on the 25th of September.
I am glad that you like the titles xD

//T.L.//

pocelain laughter

She was unhappy inside, but she wasn’t to complain
Since she had died, she’d had nothing but pain

She was but peaceful, in her heavenly abode
She was dark and dull, someone turned off her gleeful mode

She questioned dear god, ‘please but why but why’
She didn’t hear his reply; all she could do was cry

She pretended to smile, and put on a big show
She achieved it for a while, but no-one was to know

She longed for that one, the thing she most cherished
Her one and only sun, that now in her mind perished

To see her daughters face, and to brush her hair
To dress her in lace, and her eyes she would stare!

She longed for the thing, that always made her smile
Like a short vivid ring, although it only lasted awhile

Her child’s porcelain laughter, which filled the town
From ground to rafter, and put her on an up not down

sorry its a bit rushed! couldnt find the time

sarah

I PICK REMEMBER MY TEARS!!!!! -glares at everyone- that is mine lol jk but I do want to do it =)

Oh my god! I'm so sorry! We all do make mistakes, but I beg forgiveness... Thank you for keeping my poem in running, I really appreciate it. =]

xDarkSuicidex

OK I have work in ten minutes, I will write my poem there and post it when i come back....eek I have the words stewing in my head lol

Ahhhh I have writters block >< this goes till the 25th so i still have time...I didnt get to work on the poem at work gosh it was busy lol. -clears mind- I will come up with one soon =]

Can I reserve Ten Things I Never Tell You
thanks

--Sher

^^Sure...

Does anyone want The Emptiness of Things.. and you can also have Bittersweet Regret, as it was written under another name :-D Great work guys, and take your time, hahaha, dazzle me with your masterpieces!

//T.L.//

Lol, I'll get it done soon. I have writer's block too.

Eyes Without Tears

Years have dried up tears
Draining an abandoned lake
Captured as it appears
A hollow aging ache

It's taste, like the ocean seas
Tainted in solemn paint
Suppressing lurking pleas
Forcing a restraint

Those almonds cold and numb
Darkness deeper than hell
Pupils thick in black succomb
Lifeless within it's cell

Like the way blood bleeds dry
Never closing, never healing
My sad eyes no longer cry
Trapped inside unfeeling

These eyes without tears
Graze the world utterly
Watching the falling sphere
Destroy it's own glee

-Smiles That Hurt.-

There's a girl in the mirror, smiling back at me!
Hiding the tears I know she has in her eyes,
Telling stories of lullabies and good-byes.
And the closer I look, the more I can see;
The innocent little girl she used to be.
And her fake smiles are all little white lies,
Because I know when she is alone, she cries,
Just praying for the day when she'll be free.

Sometimes - - I will wonder who she really is - -
And other times I think I already know.
As she stands there and stares at me, face inert.
Wondering, if anyone knows she exists.
With eyes bloodshot red, and her face of snow;
She whispers back at me, that these smiles hurt.

© Jenna Elphick
September 9, 2006

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Italian Sonnet: Composed of an octave (rhyming abbaabba) and a sestet (rhyming cdecde or cdcdcd) or, in some variant pattern, but with no closing couplet. Usually, there are 10 syllables per line, however, Italian Sonnets can also have 11 syllables per line.

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Technically, all the poems were done... I just did one under a wrong name, for I read it wrong..

And I'd offer to write it, but since it was my mistake in the first place, I doubt that'd be aloud.. Or even double posting. Anyways.

I hope this is over soon; I'm excited!

xDarkSuicidex

Eyes without tears is Done

Oh... Hmm...I thought it -was- done.. Shows how much I pay attention. >.<

-Sits patiently waiting for this to me over- =D

xDarkSuicidex

Ten Things I Never Tell You

Ten years together as man and wife
Ten years living a hellish lie
Never once was it mentioned
That I dreadfully feared your rage

Four years divorced
It is all unchanged
This moment I must tell you
Secrets reserved in excess of a decade

The beatings endured
Left me full of hate
No longer yearning your touch
Searching hysterically for a hideaway

Controlling every decision within our lives
Was merely another of your humiliating traits
Calloused how others felt with judgments made
Pretentious to those steadfast in faith

Thoughts of fleeing with the children
Endeavoring an escape
Habitually irritated my psyche
If I merely had means to getaway

Children weeping nightly
After each prayer said
Longing for an end
Toward the brutality shed

No longer speaking words of loving you
Even if I secretively crave to
Wishing we never met
Then possibly none of this would have been

The biggest secret that I have hid
Shocking it appears to be
Is praying nightly for your death
Violent and brutal may it be

© Sherry Lynn Hull Richardson

There's only one more now! lol =]

-Jenna.

~Remember my tears~

So cold inside
I want to die
You don’t remember
My tears that I cried.
They turned into ice
My heart has been sliced
Be proud of yourself
That you played my love
Like dice.

Curled up alone
I am so empty
No happiness surrounds me,
It’s just not fair
How you go on with your life
And not even care.

One title left... I myself am over-flowing with ideas for a title like The Emptiness of Things....
I can't write it myself, though ;-)

//T.L.//

yeah it does i read the list like 30567457 times tryna find it. ahah

Lol, so all that is left is The Emptiness Of Things? I would do it, but I have already done one for this contest.

-Jenna.

That's okay...I have until the twenty-fifth, and I will be reviewing the poems properly, as well as maybe devising a prize ;-)

//T.L.//

Oh, okay. My friend currently has writers block and I told her all she needed was a title, so I will tell her the title and see if she can come up with anything. =]

-Jenna.

The Emptiness of Things

As I sit here in my room
I dread what tomorrow brings
I wonder how you could be so glad
Of all the emptiness of things

My heart is slowly breaking
Splitting into two halves
One side filled with tears and hate
The other with smiles and laughs

Crying onto this pillow
That has now become my home
Wondering if you're feeling this way
I wonder if you are alone

The emptiness of things
Brings tears upon my cheeks
I always thought that I was strong
Until you showed me I was weak

I'm lying crumpled, on my bed
Just wishing for some relief
Hoping that one day, I'll see
This is going against my beliefs

Cutting slightly down my wrist
Just enough to make it bleed
I sit here staring, at the gash
The anger that I have to feed

One more cut is all I can take
Just one more chance at this
I hope it was worth it now
For that one foresaken kiss.

(c) Mandie Rose

It's totally done now! =]

-Jenna.

HOORAY! lol

Great work, guys! Evaluation is on its way.

//T.L.//