Contest - {HIM - titles}

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This one has titles from Finish Love Metal band, HIM.

Done:
The Face of God {Adam}
Close to the Flame {Carrie}
Please Don't Let it Go {<3 So Sick Of Tears <3}
Beautiful {*Gem*}
For You {x Full Of IllusiOns x}
Behind the Crimson Door {HiddenxSoul}
The Beginning of the End {Teria}
In Joy and Sorrow {Lush.Fcuk-*}
The Path {Lush.Fcuk-*}
Resurrection {xTheEcstasyOfSuicide}
Your Sweet 666 {XxRomancing the Darker SidexX}
In the Nightside of Eden {Bryan}
Circle of Fear {Wings Of Flames}
When Love and Death Embrace {Mountain Dew}
It's All Tears {Broken}
Wicked Game {Infected With his Deadly Love}
Salt in Our Wounds {xTheEcstasyOfSuicide}

First: 10 comments, ratings, and added to faves.
Second: 7 comments and ratings.
Third: 4 comments and ratings
HM: 2 comments and ratings
Everyone else gets 1 comment and rating for participating.

Good luck

"Behind the Crimson Door" please. :)

With pleasure...

Your Sweet 666 please. I love that song! (I would've taken Wings of a Butterfly if you had it, or Funeral of Hearts).

Those will probably be in my next HIM contest depending how well this one turns out...

"Beautiful" please

Xx Beautiful xX

She cries desperate tears into her pillow
Wishing she could change her face and looks
She spends countless hours with the mirror
Inspecting all her crannies and nooks

She's so blind to the image she sees
Only seeing her imperfections and flaws
Maybe she's blinded by the tears in her eyes
As her heart battles on in this losing war

She lets what people say bring her down
Her mind is haunted by the cruel taunts
She starts to feel ashamed of the way she looks
She wishes she had what everyone else flaunts

She can buy all the make-up Rimmel can make
She can wear the right clothes and style her hair
But deep inside she's still so insecure
The feeling of self confidence is still so rare

What she doesn't realise is she's beautiful
No matter what any girl or boy says
The one thing that we all need to appreciate
Is we're all beautiful in every way

*Gem*

Copyright©GemmaStott2007

I'll take "The Beginning of the End"
Thanks, again! Lol. :D

And Love Said No please. Thanks.

"Close To The Flame" please

Can I please reserve The Path?

=)

Close To The Flame

I hurt too feel,
And feel too scream,
Open my mind,
To the darkness of dream.

Flames start to flicker,
And kiss at my skin,
Igniting a fire,
That burns me within.

I'm lost to the madness,
Embracing the flow,
The pleasure you feed me,
Is all that I know.

Devour me softly,
Suffer with want,
For all that I am,
Is all that you taunt.

My burning desire,
Fast beating heart,
My long starving soul,
Indeed every part.

I lustfully slumber,
Without any shame,
Far from the real world,
Close to the flame.

'The Sacrament' please :)

Aww my fav song by HIM is "killing loneliness" but I'll take "for you"

thankies
Ely

"Resurection," please.
Thanks. =]

xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex

Sweet 666

Kill me now
And break me ever so slightly
Love me now
And hold me ever so tightly

Your Sweet 666
Has baracaded itself in me
It's kept me down
And now it's set me free

666 ways
To kill someone
Is the knowledge you've given
And what you've done

The say 666
Is such an evil number
Breaking you down
And killing in slumber

Embed your lifestyle
Your hurt, your pain
Before I was interested
Now, you're too plain

Now you're numbers have drawn me in
Brought me into your mix
Your life is you number:
Your sweet 666

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Hope this is okay!

For You Plz!

I'll have "this fortress of tears". thanks =)

Sorry x Full OF IllusiOns x but Mountain Dew got in just before you. Care to pick another?

Darn! I had it written and everything... I guess I'll take It's all tears plz

Please don't let it go.
Please and thank you.
xx

Ciao you can do For you if it's already done... i'll do
"when love and death embrace"

Ok, cool. Final chance, who's doing what between x Full Of IllusiOns x and Mountain Dew?

Thanks soo much hun! I really appreciate it!

For You

For You, I'd travel the world,
just to lend my hand.
For You, I'd do anything,
if it would make you understand.

For You, I would laugh,
just 'cause it made you smile.
For You, I'd just sit and talk,
and stay with you awhile.

For You, I'd give you my heart,
in hopes that you wouldn't break it.
But then again, I ask myself,
if you would be willing to take it.

For You, I'd swim the ocean,
to prove to you I could.
If it would make you see me,
in all that is bad and good.

For You, I'd bear the weight
of the world, without complain.
For You, I'd bring the sunshine;
never any rain.

For You, I'd hold the secrets
you swore to the world, unspoken.
For You, I would do anything,
as long as my heart stays unbroken.

For You, I'd love you fully
as no one else could ever do.
I'd give my all with no regret;
I'd do anything, For You.

In the Nightside of Eden, thanx.

Please don't let it go.

Wherever I go
Can't help thinking of you
Just want to let you know
My love for you is true.

Whenever I go to sleep
Always dream of your face
Dream we'll be together always
Dream of lying in your embrace.

My heart feels like it's taking off
It's the sweetest thing
Feeling you might be the one
You are my everything.

Lowered all of my defenses
Promise to never leave me in woe
I have now given you my heart
Please don't ever let it go.

Behind the Crimson Door
by HiddenxSoul

The children of a neighbourhood go nowhere near
That solid crimson door which emits a dreaded fear
"It's evil!" "It's haunted!" is what they think is true
Yet they'll never really know; too scared to go through

The curtains at the windows, torn at many sides
With just one look, the town people decide
That this house must be evil, that's all that it can be
Their ignorance blinds them from truth that they can't see

The wooden door is crimson, a deep strong ruby red
In others' eyes that surely means bloodshed
Yet behind the door is happiness; a small loving family
Just two married elders, with the name Bramley

Mr. and Mrs. Bramley, married for sixty-two years
Sharing the happiness of love, through both laughter and tears
Knowing what other people think, outside the small house of theirs
Bothering neither of them, they're left alone with their cares

People sometimes say that ignorance is bliss
If you really believe that, then take a look at this
Never seeing a real example, of true love in the air
Their close-mindedness stops them realising what is there

So instead they are left to worry at night
If ghosts from the house will come to give them fright
The loving couple stay together in lovers galore
Locked in each other's heart behind the crimson door

The beginning of the end.

Blotted pink wax upon a glassy surface.
Solid memories are held within,
the ones that are mostly missed.

Slowly twirling around as a sweet kiss.
Softly touching only the tips as
blotted pink wax upon a glassy surface.

Sheltered by ground upon a rotted fist,
broken and shattered by a drop. The pieces
are the ones that are mostly missed.

A spill upon the floor creating fizz;
the beginning of the end..
blotted pink wax upon a glassy surface.

Metal is bent, losing the heavenly bliss.
The perfect shapes before are
the ones that are mostly missed.

The lava lamp reflectiveness
became a memory of an everyday night light.
The ones that are mostly missed
are the blotted pink wax upon a glassy surface.

Hey guys. One week left for this competition... Keep them coming. :)

Josie

I'll try Wicked game, but I can't promise anything.

Crap, i totally forgot i was in this competition. Alright, im starting my poem now lol

Her breath is tainted with nicotine and whiskey,
And she laughs as she says: "Look at me!"
I admit, her hair wasn't perfect, make-up was a mess,
But she did look flawless in that little black dress.

"Prom night, we ran off to his old black Chevy,
Fogged up the windows, when he looked at me,
He said: 'I know I don't have a wedding band,
But take this High school ring off of my hand -

This is my promise to you babe, in joy and sorrow,
I love you today, but I'll always love you more tomorrow'
But I looked at him with tears lining in my blue eyes,
And whispered: 'Tomorrow never comes, it's a lie!'

Laughing, he said: "Tomorrow never comes, you're right,
Which means that everyday is today, along with each night,
And every second, I will love you more than the start,
Your face, it will always be the reason of the beat in my heart."

She sighed as she put the picture back in the frame,
And with tears in my eyes I asked her for his name,
But with a smile she turned, as she began to cry,
"You don't recognize your Dad?" She asked, a tear in her eye.

-Jenna Elphick
May 3, 2007

I wrote it for In Joy and Sorrow..hopes that's okay, it just kind of came to me, haha. I'll still write one for The Path if I am allowed to write two?

Yeah. Two is fine...

Alrighty, thanks..I'll get it in later tonight. =)

"He's a mess of a dreamer", that's what they'd say,
When they'd see him standing there, day after day,
With tears on his cheeks, and stories in his eyes,
Desolately standing, from sunset to sunrise -

And if you stopped and took the time to ask,
He'd break out with a story, smiling to mask -
All the pain he swallowed, deep in his heart,
Standing by the gate and slowly falling apart.

In Fall's early morning shudder, the breeze -
Caught around his ankles, danced with the leaves,
And on this old path, he stared down memories,
Cracking his porcelain face he smiled when he'd see -

Her standing beside him, nestling a newborn baby,
Choking back tears he'd say: "Then she told me -
She'd be by my side forever, never letting go,
Of the man that she was so proud to have known."

His eyes would go wide, when he finished and stared,
Down the dirt-trodden path to an oak tree, now stripped bare,
And in the bark, if you looked close you could see,
Two names carved in a heart, "George loves Amy."

He'd stop himself before he'd regretfully say,
To another person, how his wife died that day,
But he never forgot, the face of that young man,
When he shot the gun, laughing, he turned and ran.

And holding her hand, that old man solemnly vowed,
To stand for his life, despite the attention of the crowd,
In this old winding path, where sixty long years ago,
He kissed her for the first time, golden stars aglow.

And that old man, he kept his promise until his death,
Working up the courage, he shook with his last breath,
With a tear in his eye, as he crouched with no one -
To hold his aged hand, under the crisp setting sun.

-Jenna Elphick
May 4, 2007

I'll do "Salt In Our Wounds," please. That'll be my second.
Here's my first:
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Resurrection {Double Nove Otto}

This poem states that flowers die and night, and live during the day.
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At the turn of dusk every night,
It turns for the dark, does the light,
And every thing loses its shine.
Flowers will whimper as they die,
Hope for the best; try not to cry,
The darkness will leave once it dines.
Midnight will steal the flowers sheen,
Mother Nature; no longer queen;
Tell those flowers they will be fine.

The darkness will live for so long,
All you have to do is stay strong,
Then it will die and then be gone.
If you have hope light will save you,
The night will banish and be through,
Then the flowers can breathe for dawn.
Resurrect after the long night,
Then you can live long, free, and bright,
And smile brightly for the lawn.

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The Nove Otto poetry form was created by Scott J. Alcorn. It is a nine-lined poem with
8 syllables per line (isosyllabic). The rhyme scheme is as follows: aacbbcddc.

xTheEcstasyofSuicidex

I may not be able to do this but I'll still have it reserved incase it does come to me. Thanks. Just warning you before hand if the contest closes and I don't have it in.

I submitted Sweet 666, and you never moved me to the done section. Just letting you know. :)

I'll take "Circle of Fear". :]

In The Nightside Of Eden (Sonnet I)
Bryan

A garden alas, my soul is left in,
As I write a sonnet to my broken heart,
Love verses hate, which will win?
May it will heal after being torn apart.

Find true love, so I can finally embrace,
The time as it rolls by, maybe it will heal,
The thought of my lips upon her pretty face,
Become whole again, so I can then feel.

Feel the touch of her hand, locked in mine,
But the torture I've endured, all the pain,
Like love and hate that is forever entwined,
So much anger and hate, I cant explain.

So In The Nightside Of Eden I'll forever wait,
For love to come, while I deal with hate.

Sonnet- a 14 lined poem of rhyme (ababcdcdefef gg or abbacddceffe gg.)
first 8 lines ask a ? the last 6 answer it.