Very, Very Short Contest.

I'm very very bored.

One hour.
That's it.

Anything goes.

Prizes depend on how good your poem is.
(:

The Cost of My Life

Take me and break me
It felt so good
To let go and feel it
Not that I should

For now that I've done it
I'm covered in shame
I gave up on myself
On me lays much blame

I hate that I've done it
I hate where I've been
If I could redo it
Would I do it again?

Or would I stop sooner
Before it began?
Prevent the heartache
That now still stands

The clock ticks slower
Than it did before
I think it's because I
Feel pain so much more

Each memory stays
In the creases of hurt
Making me feel like
I haven't any worth.

Still, I am standing
It's not quite as tall
But here I remain
Though I took quite a fall.

So I give credit
To myself for that
But though it was painful
Would I take it back?

I must say I would
It was too high a cost
Not worth the pay
And all that I lost.

Deceive me, then leave me
It's what you would do.
And now that I know that
I know that we're through.

By: Charisma*

The Perfect Stranger [Seven Deadly Sins]

His eyes shined as he sat down on the stool next to me,
And we shared a few drinks until a quarter past three,
He had nowhere else to be, so we told one or two lies;
And the look in my eyes gave him much needed compromise.

The bar was getting dead, my harlequin was running high;
And as he grabbed me, I couldn`t help but to pathetically lie;
I told him I wasn`t seeing anyone [at least just for last night] --
Thriving on lust, I lost myself in dirty motel sheets, holding him tight.

Dying in a strangers arms is something I always wanted to try,
And the feel of his breath on my neck was amazing, I can`t deny;
Shuttering from his touch, I let loose and had some fun;
Last night was for me, this morning is when I will come undone.

Sneaking in the door at the break of dawn, the floor creaks softly;
And I break apart as I see the girl that he uses to replace me,
Call me a coward, but I`ve got to have it all, including his selfish ways;
So I`ll pretend that I don`t need him anymore, at least for today.

Bragging about my night, I`ll tell it straight to his spiteful face;
And I`ll hold myself together with poise as our teen hearts race,
With a fist of steel, he marks the bruises around my eyes --
As petty crocodile tears streak down my foundation disguise.

His wall of pride got in the way when I begged him to stop,
The trip of power he felt was sending him way up to the top,
And in his skin, he felt like he was above anyone else around;
So he smiled as he kicked me onto the shattering ground.

The lightning in my eyes matched the fury in his broken heart,
And if it were up to me, I would grow a spine and tear him apart;
But this fake ID will give me the credibility I tell myself I need,
And the perfect stranger from a dirty bar will help me to succeed.

"Such a beautiful young girl with a heart so young and carefree,
She`ll grow up to be whatever it is in this world that she wants to be" ,
That may be so, but the drug scene has gotten the best of me;
My abilities have all went to hell, I lost them in the gutters of the city.

-Jenna Elphick
September 21, 2007

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The Seven Deadly Sins:

Lust - usually thought of as involving obsessive or excessive thoughts or desires of a sexual nature
Envy - characterized by an insatiable desire
Gluttony - overindulgence of food and drink
Wrath - inordinate and uncontrolled feelings of hatred and anger
Greed - disloyalty, deliberate betrayal, or treason, especially for personal gain, for example through bribery.
Sloth - the failure to utilize one's talents and gifts
Pride - a desire to be more important or attractive than others, failing to give compliments to others though they may be deserving of them, and excessive love of self

First stanza = Gluttony
Second = Lust
Fourth = Envy
Fifth = Greed and wrath
Sixth = Pride
Seventh = Sloth

Lament of a Dying Butterfly

Lament of a dying butterfly -- even the best shall fall;
By breaking the only rule of the game of seduction,
It shattered the illusion that I did not care at all --
And slowly started to bring forth my own destruction.

Lament of a dying butterfly -- even the best shall fall;
Hearts tormented by past betrayals and destroyed trust --
A test to see if you cared enough to break down my walls,
Not just another plan for own satisfaction of lust.

Lament of a dying butterfly -- even the best shall fall;
Staring at you with teary cheeks and pain-filled eyes,
Stricken down from the sky, a lost soul's desperate call --
For redemption and a way out of a flawless disguise.

Lament of a dying butterfly -- even the best shall fall;
Two creatures searching for comfort, tried to fly high --
Fell together towards the earth, in a world so small,
Held each other close, not yet ready to say goodbye.

Copyright (c) Sweet Fragility
9/15/07

Time to close.

Only 3. :/

Oh well. (:
I love all your poetry.
I'm sure it's wonderful.

Charisma.

You win, dear.

You get 8 comments. (:
Let me know if there's any specific.

The other two, if you two want to know why your poem didn't win, just ask and I'll let you know.

I knew she`d win, well deserved Charisma dear. :]]

Awww...thanks! Any 8 are fine dear...i usually prefer my most recent, but whatever sparks your interest is cool!
Charisma*