Suicide Notes & Butterfly Kisses.

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Alrighty, round two. =) Congrats to you guys, and here are the titles...

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`*Sheena
`*Ciao
`*Wings of Flames
`*Bob
`*Romantic Lover
`*Dixie Daisy
`*Gabriella
`*Hidden Soul

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Pick your titles fast, there's only one per person.

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Lipgloss And Black - Ciao
Someone's Standing On My Chest - Romantic Lover

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COMPLETED:

`*Gabriella - Tulips Are Better
`*Shenna - At Least I Know I'm A Sinner
`*Wings of Flames - Dilated
`*Bob - A Vampire's Lament
`*Hidden Soul - Living Each Day Like You're Already Dead
`*DixieDaisy - Ain't Love Grand

AHHHHHHHHH! [Tackles title]
At Least I Know I'm A Sinner

WOOO!!! I love that!
And I won't be back until Sunday, I'm going to Chiago... So... Eh. =/ I'll write it asap and post it as well.

xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex

Haha okay Dear, totally fine. =) You are reserved.

Great titles deary! I'm starting to get writer's block! it's a pain... So i'm gonna have to go with Lipgloss and Black please!
heartcha!

Thank you for letting me go through to the next round. :D

Could I please have "Living Each Day Like You're Already Dead"?

A vampire's laments

Tulips are better plz.
thx
gabriella. ;p

Roses are red,
so gorgeous as well,
but roses have thorns,
and the wounds start to swell.

roses are beautiful,
but their poison is strong,
a web of black blood,
that catches your song.

roses are divine,
yet beauty isn't always from up above,
why don't people understand they are a symbol of hate,
but they are used for love.

roses are theives,
a stealer of hearts,
yet you can't feel the pain,
until the breaking starts.

roses are alive,
touch cold as snow,
numbing your mind,
stopping your flow.

roses are killers,
but when crushed in the dust,
now a message of pain,
once a symbol of lust.

roses are bewitching,
even as a corpse in the ground,
because vampires they are,
in the grave a new one will be found.

roses are red,
you say that is a fact,
but when you look closely,
roses are black.

roses are heartbreakers,
flowers floating like feather,
but when my tears sparkle in their leaves,
tulips are better.

there ya go!!! now it is finally finished.

What's the name of the contest i entered to go through the next round???
Cause i dont rmeember entering but im happy to participate!!!!

Id like to change my reserve for dilated

Reserve for Aint Love Grand Please.....
Thanks,
Dixie

'Someone's Standing On My Chest' - Please.

Wings of Flames, the contest was called "The Curse."

Okay, i've actually finished the poem now just to tell you.
;p

Wooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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At Least I Know I'm A Sinner

Stash the money and the drugs,
I'm a pimp and I'm the winner,
Tell me I'm wrong, I'll shrug,
At least I know I'm a sinner.

Quick, figure out a place to hide,
The cops are not out to dinner,
Cover the blood of your bride;
At least I know I'm a sinner.

Dance Revolution; hit the floor,
The cops are not out to dinner.
In this place all filled with w|h|o|r|e|s;
At least I know I'm a sinner.
Stash the money and the drugs,
At least I know I'm a sinner.

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AabB, ccbB, ddbB, AB -or- AbaB, cbcB, dbdB, AB.
Each line within the Kyrielle Sonnet
consists of only eight syllables.

xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex

Dilated

Pierced and broken pieces,
This man no longer whole,
Just a shivering aching life,
Carving fear into his soul,

Clinging to his child,
A girl with cold fingers,
Her scent of rotted flesh,
Yet his love for her still lingers,

He glances out to the world,
The subject of his blame,
The last part of innocence,
He had among his shame,

Blood leaked through her hair,
As he wished for her to stay,
All he'd loved in his arms,
So close yet so far away,

As the shimmer of sun had sunk,
His girl had fallen cold,
Goodbye wouldn't touch his lips,
As his world now would fold,

The moon rose upon the cloud,
As he began to let her go,
Dropped his last jewel in the ocean,
But the world would never know.

©Wings Of Flames May 7th 2007

Living Each Day Like You're Already Dead
by SecludedSerendipity

Oh son, you're such a charming boy,
With your shining smile and translucent eyes,
But this facade is only a ploy;
As deep inside you a young soul cries.

Your heart is full and beating,
Yet your room is dull and dark.
Here I feel like I'm constantly repeating,
"Oh dear, you've lost your spark."

It's that evil beast called Satan,
Whom you choose to love and adore.
All I hope to do is straighten you out,
To be the young man you were before.

Black makeup lines your eyes each day,
A pale complexion drowns your face.
I'm running out of words to say,
That will put my boy back in his place.

It's really hard to get across to
Someone who's fixed a story in their head.
Just like it's hard to accept anything else
When you live each day like you're already dead.

Aint Love Grand

Her Momma passed in childbirth
when she was just thirteen
Responsibility was now shifted
for her to cook and clean

Much different in age
from the siblings that she kept
To be a sister and a mother to the kids
this she must accept

Penny pinching poor
and barely scraping by
Never wavering to leave
never questioning "Why?"

It may have crossed her mind
only a time or two
If she ever thought it
she never followed through

Years have come and gone
Since her husbands have passed
Four marriages with three men
the first was also her last

Eight children given birth
seven of which she raised
Two children taken too early
now rest within their graves

Heartaches and happiness
through five generations strong
Tried and tested love
she never could be wrong

They were made much stronger
Of this you can be sure
If you happen to be in doubt
Just take a look at her

If I am ever asked
what love is by another
I will simply answer
"Aint love grand-mother?"

Melinda Kay Smith
(Dixie)

Alright, well Ciao is grounded off of here until school's over and I have sent a message to Romantic Lover, I would like to get the next round of this going so I will give until next weekend to get that final poem in

IT HAS BEEN 3 MONTHS...3 SINCE ANYONE HAS REPLIED TO THIS....I WANT THIS JUDGED. HOLLYWOOD TOLD ME IT WOULD BE AGES AGO. AND IT STILL HASNT BEEN DONE!

Oh, give her a f'ing break. She's busy, has a life, that doesn't /always/ purtain to poetry. Leave her alone and be nice!

xTheEcstasyofSuicidex

Jeez, if you only knew what was going on in her life you would cut her a HUGE bit of slack. Good God, some people actually have lives.

Yeah, it's only a poetry contest, it's not a big deal. I'm sure as soon as Jenna has some time she'll get round to judging it. :)

Here Jenna. I know I already PM'ed you about it. :) So sorry lovee :] Heartcha!
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Lipgloss and Black [Lyrics]

[Chorus]
She smears her face with lipgloss and black -
Catch her eyes and watch her back.
Memories playing like a film without sound -
As she continuously falls back to the ground.

[Verse1]
She cries blood red tears with a razor blade -
Knowing that soon her life will fade.
But how could she be this way still?
As she admits the fact she lost her will.

[Verse2]
Pile on the heartache, with a sprinkle of deceit;
She lost her appetite and her desire to eat.
She is broken and hurtin'; lost in this world -
Of pretty blue eyes and hair that is curled.

[Chorus]
She smears her face with lipgloss and black -
Catch her eyes and watch her back.
Memories playing like a film without sound -
As she continuously falls back to the ground.

[Verse3]
Just 'cause she's different, she is shunned;
Forced out of life and forced out of fun.
So she cries blood red tears in attempt to change,
Her messed up life, so rearranged.

[Chorus]
She smears her face with lipgloss and black -
Catch her eyes and watch her back.
Memories playing like a film without sound -
As she continuously falls back to the ground.

[Bridge]
She smiles plastic smiles and learned how to fake it -
Deep down inside she just can't begin to take it.

[Verse4]
Tears are still falling, but not from her eyes -
They're falling from the people, to late to realize.
Her life was scarred, to gone to be saved
As the bury her with tears in her grave.

[Chorus]
She smeared her face with lipgloss and black -
You should've caught her eyes and watched her back.
Memories were playing like a film without sound -
Now she has fallen, for the last time, to the ground.

Thanks ciao! Heartchuu. Judging starts now.

Just noticed since RomanticLover never could get her poem in and the next round only consists of 7 titles, you will all go on to the next round. Sorry for the delay, but thanks to most of you for your patience.

And to Sheena, Ciaoo, and Secluded; since you were so considerate about my situation, I will give you each 5 comments on the poems of your choice. PM me the titles, :]

The next round will be titled "A Death-grip On Yesterday" . Look out for it, should be posted here soon.