Titled contest.

01. One poem per person,
02. One person per person.
03. Must be new.
04. Over 8 lines, under 45
05. No cutting, sucidal poems.
06. PLEASE no cliche poems.

Titles:
01. Mad ex-girlfriends-xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex [Done]
02. Your interests, your needs, your voice.
03. Shake, shake.
04. Little love, little dream.
05. Try and break me.- Lush.Fcuk-* [Done]
06. Fresh air.
07. Proud of shame.- Mountain Dew [Reserved]
08. Humble beauty, humble pride.
09. Deathly vacations.
10. Fashion suicide.- Perfectly Imperfect [Done]
11. Professional finish.
12. Fearless caged owl.- Memories of Kana and Hatori [Done]
13. Stop loving me. - Drowning Dreams [Done]
14. Intersection number 43.- Heavy Hearts Bleed [Done]
15. Paintul dreaming.- gabriella [Done]
16. Into the wash.
17. Under the special menu. - Run Out Of Words [Done]
18. Attachment to a lovably imagination.-Espoir*failed [Reserved]
19. Much spirit.
20. A novel.

Prizes:
1st- 9 rrc
2cd- 5 rrc
3rd- 2 rrc
4th- 1 rrc

Fashion Suicide please...

Hehe... Ive got an idea forming for this...

Ok well hears my try.
I know you said no poems about suicide. But, well this poem isnt exactly about suicide.
But well could you read it, and tell me if its suitable or not please? If its not ill change it..

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Today Fashion is planning to commit suicide;
No more "what's in" and "what's not",
For Fashion today will whisper goodbye...

An end of an era will be created;
When Fashion will finally die
A new start - Without Fashion in our lives...

No need for models to be stick thin,
No need for girls to wish they were them -
For later today - Fashion will commit suicide.

So it's perfectly ok if you cannot afford designer clothes;
You need no longer to wear what's "in".
Because now Fashion... will slowly die.

Maybe this era will be the start -
Where thin is no longer in.
Along with this, eating disorders may vanish

Or at least become rare. The size zero debate
Will not be an issue. Society would no longer be
Bombarded with images screaming, "Thin is in".

So maybe our self esteem would improve;
Maybe our body image would no longer be an issue.
If only, Fashion decided to commit suicide.

Stop loving me. pleaseeeee for meeee Bex xxxx

Stop loving me.

Please stop looking at me,
When you get the chance!
Please Stop speaking to me,
Everytime i come online!
Please stop phoning me,
In the middle of the night!!
Just please stop loving me!

Im not coming back,
So you might aswell
Stop.
Im not looking at you back,
So you might aswell stop!
Im not feeling the same back!
So stop loving me!

Please stop Texting me,
Just to say hello!
Please stop try to lick my backside,
Because its doing my head in!
Please stop trying to touch me,
Because its making my sick!

Im not coming back,
So you might aswell stop!
Im not going to text you back
So you might aswell forget it!
I dont want you to touch me
So you might aswell F*ck off!

Please stop it now!
Because i no longer want you!
Please stop it Because,
I dont belong to you anymore,
Please stop trying to be my friend,
Because i dont wanna be yours!
Just please stop loving me!

Lmao. This fits perfectly for what just happened!
"Mad ex-girlfriends," please. =]]

xTheEcstasyofSuicidex

Try & Break Me, please.

=]

It's not my best, but oh well. =]
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Mad Ex-Girlfriends {Terzanelle}

Crazy little b|i|t|c|h|e|s, they are,
With their arrogant, beady eyes,
Crazy little b|i|t|c|h|e|s, they are.

With their lies, they're likely to defy,
Making me pull out my hair.
With their arrogant, beauty eyes.

One day you'll get your share,
After you've driven me insane,
Making me pull out my hair.

Throw yourself into the car lane,
You can't live without them,
After you've driven me insane.

But you like the new sin;
They'll tear out your soul,
You can't live without them.

They know their role,
Crazy little b|i|t|c|h|e|s, they are,
They'll tear out your soul,
Crazy little b|i|t|c|h|e|s, they are.
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1. A
2. B
3. A

4. b
5. C
6. B

7. c
8. D
9. C

10. d
11. E
12. D

13. e
14. F
15. E

16. f
17. A
18. F
19. A

xTheEcstasyofSuicidex

Could I try Under the special menu please?

*Under the Special Menu*

What was it you saw in me?
Was it my eyes, my hair or my face?
Why did you do what you did to me?
Why'd you put on me so much disgrace?

Like you opened a book with so many people to choose,
and yet you decided to choose me.
And no one else can see the pain,
that you've allowed me to see.

What was I so special sweety?
I'm really dying to know.
From all the people why’d you choose me?
Did I do something to make your real face show?

Was I the clam and the lobsters?
Or was I the pork chop?
Either way you devoured me,
You erased me from bottom to top.

And now I’m left to be a nothing,
Fading away all alone.
Because you were one of my greatest teachers,
True pain to me you have shown.

Yet after everything was done and gone,
I still am left with a question.
A question to which the answer may be unknown,
Which until now I was afraid to mention.

Why did you pick me?
Why did you do what you do?
When you read the list of people did you make a blunder?
Or was I under the special menu?

- edited- sorry, I dont have the time to enter

Heyyy when does this contest end? I just wanted to know coz um...I'm gonna be gone for a while so I was kinda hoping it would be finished before I leave. But either way is fine, I just wanna know when it ends...:P K thx...neway?...
~Run Out Of Words.

Proud of shame please

Hmmm.
How about the 13th of June.

Fearless caged owl please :D

When does the contest end?

Paintful dreaming plz
thx
gabriella

Okay, here it is:

Fearless Caged Owl (acrostic)

Fear was all that I could hear,
Every night those horrid words would sear.
Abhorring notions running through your mind,
Rightfully though, they should have been kind,
Lying to the world just to keep me locked up,
Ever hoping to keep my dreams in a box,
Simply binding my mind, just as a fox,
So you can watch this cage as it slowly locks.

Controlling me for over ten years,
As you watch me and my flowing tears,
Gallons of poison, that laugh of yours,
Endlessly cutting into my skin as it pours.
Dawn rose at the horizon, and I rose from all fours.

Over time I grew fearless because of my tears,
Washing away all my horrid fears,
Looking down at you, I say, "Fearless as the owl, it's your turn to pray.

Thanks! By the way, the last line was too long to fit onto one line, but "pray" is in the line above it.

Paintful dreaming

I know a dream is nothing but an image,
my image of what the world could be,
would be, maybe.
But to me, a dream is nothing but a memory,
of a future, that once was painted,
a prophecy, now tainted.

Yet every night i still dream my dream,
maybe a dolphin, a bird, a song,
because somehow i remember that to fly isn't wrong.
And every night they tempt me so,
paintbrushes dipped in the waves,
if only people would know, the life each color saves.

Sometimes i imagine i have wings,
pure black in the brightness of night,
then i forget how the pain hurts, and everything feels allright.
But sometimes i dream that they're chasing me,
i can only run so far,
and then i remember that it never works, when you wish upon a star.

And sometimes i see unicorns,
mermaids, wild and free,
and once again i wish i could swim forever in the sea.
Still, time must move on, we cannot sleep forever,
but when i wake up in my bed i cry,
for i do not want to say goodbye.

Once upon a time there was a girl,
who dreamed that she could smile,
maybe i will dream that dream, if i only wait awhile.
Maybe a dream of happiness is wishful thinking,
but as the washed up sea foam is streaming,
maybe it's just paintful dreaming.

okay
there we go.
i hope you like it.
gabriella

Try and Break Me

She walks through the clinic as people stop and stare,
Her eyes are lined with tears because he couldn't be there,
And she walks up to a nurse with bright green eyes,
Sugar coating all of her boyfriends pathetic little lies.

And in a private room all alone she hits her knees,
Watching him at gun point surrendering at: "Freeze!"
But she puts a hand over her stomach and cries,
Knowing that their baby would grow up in a world of goodbye's.

She desperately wanted to give her the life she never had,
Didn't want to believe that he ended up being just like her Dad,
And she recites the words that all of her friends had said,
Telling her he was no good, that the love was all in her head.

And laying on a hospital bed with tears in her sky blues,
She feels her baby kicking and says: "This is for you,"
For she knows that she would be mistaken so easily,
Crying, she whispers to the sky: "Just try and break me."

-Jenna Elphick
May 21, 2007

Updated.
Anyone else?

Good Job everyone!

Attachment to a lovably imagination. please,
thanks xxx

So when exactly is this contest ending??

June 13, hun.

Into the Wash please x

Judging soon, if no others come in by....
June 3rd.
Deal?
Gooood. :]

-Teria

Atachment to a lovable imagination

I'm vaguely remembering what I've done,
Thinking I should try it again
Because breathing was always fun...
But someone told me to never look back, directed me along this winding track.
I'm guessing that it's straight and narrow,
But that's only a cliche again,
I fell for one once before,
Something about cupid's arrow.
And the direction it struggled to find.
Rockets struggle to leave the sky,
And it's all a little clearer inside your mind.
Where neurones, well they're only neurones,
And chemicals pass between them like leaves in the wind.
They stretch out to your heart,
With its four chambers and separate parts.
One of yours would have done me,
Because, baby, I've already had the other three.
Open your eyes and tell me what you see.
I don't mean the landscape,
God, not even the people,
Too many initiatives I tried to resuscitate.
I'm talking Plato and Aristotle,
Or maybe I'm just speaking from an empty bottle.
But minds are hollow, or maybe they're just empty,
I've been here before, not once but twenty times. And always one too less.
I'm not asking you to get me out of this mess.
But a helping hand wouldn't go a miss...

(i'm sorry i can't get the accent to appear on the e in cliche)

Hang on i will type it upo as long as your not already judging

I'm not, hun.
Go ahead.

Anyone else gonna do there's?
I'll judge tomorrow when I get home from work (sometime after 2)

<3Teria.

Any more poems?? I think that you should begin to judge. Good luck everyone.

Grrr I typed it up and had it on here but couldn't find the contest again, good thing teria is too lazy to get her butt on here and judge naww love you teria

Proud of shame

You fine pride in shame
you're a rebel at heart
not the innocent sweet girl
you were at the start

You broke their hearts
and found pride in their shame
you find glory in rebellion
you say they're the ones to blame

This is what they turned you into
a cold-hearted beast
you turned so many smiles into frowns
but don't regret it in the least

Proud of shame
you ignore the shameful looks
you don't give a lick what they think
you don't play by their rule books

You put up your rebellion
just to mask the hidden pain
left out in a broken world
dodging bullets and the rain

A once cold-hearted rebel
left out on the street
you found pride in shame
they find pride in your defeat

Winners:

o1. Paintful Dreaming.
o2. Try And Break Me.
o3. Intersection 43.
o4. Proud Of Shame.

Good Job, everyone.
Loved it. :]

Oh darn.
And I was just about to enter my piece :[
Sucks for me then =P

Wow. thx so much...
and congrats to everybody!!!!
lalalala
do we have to put down the titles or do you just comment???
xxxxxxxxxxx
gabriella