Dark Poets Title Contest!

No schmaltzy romance, comedy or brightness allowed!

UPDATE: WINNERS HAVE BEEN ANNOUNCHES. CONGRATULATIONS!

*prizes will be distributed shortly
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Here are the titles (with the original creators of the song in parantheses), please reserve:

1) Parasite (RESERVED) - Unspoken Linguistic Process
(Hypocrisy)

2) Come Clarity (RESERVED) -Lovelon Rules
(In Flames)

3) The Golden Age of Grotesque (RESERVED) - Decay In The Dark
(Marilyn Manson)

4) Crawling - (RESERVED) - xxRomancing the Darker Sidexx
(Linkin Park)

5) Eternal Rest (RESERVED) - DixieDaisy
(Avenged Sevenfold)

6) Graveyard by Moonlight (RESERVED)-Britt
(Cradle of Filth) *(WINNER-2nd place)*

7) Angel's Punishment (RESERVED)-NyellMoonlight
(Lacuna Coil)

8) In Death's Embrace (RESERVED) - Natasha
(Dimmu Borgir)

9) I Dream In Infrared (RESERVED) - BlackWings
(Queensryche) *(WINNER-1st place)*

10) Portrait of the Goddess (RESERVED)-Dark Spirit
(Bleeding Through)

11) South of Heaven (RESERVED) -BeautifulChaos
(Slayer)

12) The Wretched
(Nine Inch Nails)

13) Blood on the Wall (RESERVED) - Hellon
(Skinny Puppy) *(WINNER-3rd Place)*

14) Tortured (RESERVED) - DarkDelirium
(Otep) *HONORABLE MENTION*

15) When The Sky Turns Black (RESERVED) -ReproducedbyIntelligence
(Graveworm)

Rewards will be comments and favorite adds, because I am looking for talent that can convey darkness and use dark imagery without resorting to cliches.

End of Contest: October 30th

10) Portrait of the Goddess, thanks

7) Angel's Punishment, please :) Great titles!

Amazing idea for a contest! Can we take two titles?

Let's see how many people reserve, because unfortunately I didn't put too many up but I'm glad some of you felt drawn to the titles!

South Of Heaven please

OKay I moved up the deadline date up a couple days too because a week seems like plenty of time.

Reserve quickly!

When the sky turns black. (:

Ohhhh, I love these titles, hun.

South Of Heaven

Sorrows in the air,
The fire burns your lungs,
The beast has come to speak,
He's doing so in tongues.

It doesn't really matter,
He's just telling of the pain,
No body can stand up to,
Which no mind can contain.

No rest for the wicked,
When their soul is meant to burn,
Demons crawling through your form,
See all, for which you yearn.

Bloody hands now drag you down,
Cutting through you skin,
They wish to taste your bitter blood,
And wear it with a grin.

Sadistic smiles, dripping hate,
Eyes which wait to see,
Their ruler rip your soul apart,
For greed is never free.

You took a trip and now you pay,
You should have headed north,
South of heaven's scary,
When punishment's brought forth.

Tortured...

Thanx.. :)

The Golden Age of Grotesque please...

May I please have Tortured?

Thanks

Josie

EDITED

Can I have a go at #8 (in deaths embrace) please?

~*Natasha*~

In death's embrace,

the night seemed empty, as she started to dance,
a rhythemless waltz, she had not a chance.
she felt something hold her, leading her way,
guiding her blindly, she hoped it would stay.
as they danced, it drew her near,
she had no thoughts, she saw no fear.

as she danced the following night,
she felt it come closer, holding her tight.
the dance never ended, it kept drawing her in,
held by emotion, fed by her sin.
the creature came closer, led by her touch,
she couldn't let go, she loved it so much.

the final night when she started to dance,
she saw no fear, but had no chance.
the creature moved in and it touched her skin,
she couldn't beleive how alone she had been.
she refused to let go, and so lost her grace,
when she found her way, in deaths embrace.

Hey Devils Own Bitch, I'm sorry because I didn't come on yesterday evening and update the reserves but if you look up a couple posts, Tortured had already been reserved.

I'd prefer for you to pick another one, but if you really really really want that one I'll make an exception

Eternal rest .....please and thanks

Crawling please.

Ok great! Only four spots left!

I swear that wasn't there when I checked in yesterday!!!! I guess I'll have to unreserve then. Sorry for the confusion.

THe Devil's Own Bitch

Crawling

Emptiness is an eternal doom,
She watches the hours tick on by.
Nevertheless an unimportant soul,
Tossed out to be forever forgotten.

With tired red eyes scratched away,
And skin crawling like all her demons,
Locked out of the true way of the light,
And she prays for some sort of redemption.

Struck in a frenzy of beautiful dreaming;
Pills that made her devils come alive,
Slip into her altered sense of reality,
And crawl away into the dead night.

Trapped inside this indecent corner,
She screams forever, a hollow note.
The bloody walls were not all they expected,
As she crawls away from this aching life.

When The Sky Turns Black.

Flames arise in orange spurts, revieling death's heart.
Twisting about the air in such rage - slipping apart.

How certain is this life we live?
Deepening with each breath,
I cast shadows upon the side walk,
burning holes within the concrete.

Flames burn my skin, changing color as a chamelion
to blend in with the fire raging around my no longer palish flesh.

Shades of grey don't exist,
as my body turns to ash.
How important was my life?
I miss it already, living in hell.

When the sky turns black it matches my new skin,
the skin burned to ashes interwining within the concrete.

Would it be okay to still reserve "Come Clarity"?

Sounds good! In a couple days I'm going to close the reserving part of the contest, only three more days to get your poetry in!

Angel's punishment

by NyellMoonlight

This maledicted composition has no beginning,
no end; knows no rules or patterns.

Convince deities that your frozen fingers
aren't lying; I'm just playing with bloody words;
scriptures are imprisoned with barbed wire
while pendulum swings above the gallows...

... killing predictions...

Eat my heart while it's still beating,
lick the pail blood as it glides down my lips;
every particle is foreseen, then implanted
into obscurity of your acrid mind.

... and you played a part of the dark angel.

Special effects mesmerize shape- shifting thoughts,
ornament with fatal glistens;
nobody hears those venomous laments,
drowned in scarlet, pulsing empathy.

... and you condemned yourself to life in sombre skies.

We drank each others entities on the devils' funeral
lit all candles with nocturnal gaze,
haunted sacred voids over starless abysses
and felt the auras with scarred fingertips.

Let the wolves howl through the night
as you taste last chalice of this darkened passion,
flavor burns your tongue, punishing
you for every lie, my dark angel.

This maledicted composition has no beginning
but it meets its end
over corpses of thieves united in death.
It knows no rules, no pattern indeed,
but today is playing its' final tunes.

Tortured

Breathing statues,
leading static lives.
Heart of elegy,
refuses to beat.
Lived.
Dead.

Burning marionette,
mirrors my agony.
Why didn't you tell me,
that you were leaving.
Burnt.
Abandoned.

Inane eyes,
refuses to weep.
My static mind,
too stubborn to sleep.
Lamented.
Forced.

Sleeping fury,
awaken in distress.
A dying promise,
memory to confess.
Angered.
Forgotten.

I can't remember the truth,
if my mind is bent and fractured.
Breathe through the lies.
Tortured.

9) I Dream In Infrared
(Queensryche)
Thanks!

I Dream In Infrared

Graphite sighs and darkened illusions
faced with fake moral of gemstones,
my tattoos painted over her face
under frozen moons and midnights.

Poems I wrote were deep and blackened,
to prove myself to a Devil I killed
the Angel of innocence and divine beauty.
There's no escape from his dreadful hands.

I dream in infrared, every night
and then in the morning I wake under umbrella
that shelters me from drenching blood
that floods my kitchen's ceiling.

Grotesque magnificence fearlessly repeated
same old stories of charcoal malediction;
I was lost, never to be found again
and everyone ignored my blissful pleas.

My alter- ego is better than me in every way,
I bow my head before his captivating might,
in the arena of the shadows I lose control again,
letting that embody of darkness to speak.

I dream in infrared, every night
... till my dreams become reality.

Time is almost up guys! I would prefer not to extend the deadline so what is here I will judge on October 31st!

UPDATE: THIS WILL END TOMORROW. ALL SUBMISSIONS NOT IN BY THEN WILL NOT BE JUDGED! WINNERS WILL BE ANNOUNCED OCTOBER 31st!!!

"Come Clarity"

Oh divine feeling
Please come to me
Like knife to skin
Come play with me

Oh crimson dark
My sanctuary
Engulf me, I drown
So contrary

Oh evil spirits
Grab a hold of me
Whisk me away
Then chain me free

Oh eternal darkness
Emancipate me
From joy and brightness
Salvation, you see

Oh Gods above
Turn away from me
Blackness has my soul
Is the owner of me

Oh divine feeling
Slip so dreamily
Into eternal sleep
Come clarity

~LOVELON RULES~

The golden age of grotesque

Sordid karma for her blasphemy,
sculpt these delusions that she has seen.
Inane memories of lost heresy,
floats in the skeleton of the wind.

A catastophe that maim her face,
cradling regret from morbid eyes.
A soul that hides behind pure white lace,
hiding fear as a defense for disguise.

A mental mephisto clouds her heart,
to masticate their trite sympathy.
As her face and her beauty estranged,
her whole life changed in a tragedy.

She wore a mask of wounded mortal from,
curious gazes with insults to protest.
A medieval knot of denial,
trapped in the golden age of grotesque.

Portrait of the Goddess

Chaos rested somewhere in her eyes,
Goddess narrated about gracious dying of the worlds;

Under the mask, she proudly walked
while the walls melted around her
and the pictures on her skin were blanched,
again, peacefully and slowly moved to the pedestal.

The knife was on the gray stone
"That's what my creations want now"
- letting one tear to destroy her beauty,
she raised the blade daintily.

It was the time for the final speech
the tool in her hands was ideal microphone;
her testament was carved in birthing rainbows...
behind glassy horizon she painted emotions with fingers

In the field of sunflowers ominous deer
turned around longingly, little diamond- eyed
doe came to him while he screamed for help,

whole picture trembled in one twisted revolve,
long enough for the execution
short enough for perfect beheading.

Bloodthirsty deer killed diamond-eyed doe,
while the sunflowers smiled perversely;
goddess walked to her own grave.

Chaos rested somewhere in her eyes,
while she narrated about gracious dying of the worlds;

Parasite

Insects, beneath the skin,
gnawing at arteries and flesh and bone,
hollowed out and you're all alone.

Eyes melting into violent hues,
dulling in the brilliance of oncoming headlights,
crush the one with hands behind his back,
and world goes scarlet, strangled by his veins,
hush ....
the only air left to breathe is cold and sick,
as lungs are clogged by heartache.

He whispers in his own ear
and it flushes sorrow out the fingertips that tastes like acid,
no tears left so she can't drink anymore.
(Baby, aren't you a who_re?)

I sterilize my innocence,
injecting happiness so the ground beneath me shines as I walk,
each footstep is a fake announcement that I've arrived.
Parasite,
in the day I see just the night,
I've given pieces of my heart willingly to the dead,
but you can have what's left over;
but I assure you that it will taste like Hell.

***Ah, I had to finish this quickly ... you changed the date O_o. No worries ... just hope I wasn't too late***

Eternal Rest

Night has fallen, dense fog rolls in
The damp air carries an aroma of sin
Titillating my senses, teasing the tongue
Arousing the hunger from what I've become

Some are oblivious, yet some beg and plead
But beggars can't be choosy, I do it for need
All of them sinners, not one of them saint
For religion no bother my blood it would taint

Never draining more than I need
To do so would be labeled as greed
No desire to turn them into what I am now
Just to end their pain is all I will allow

Junkies feigning outside drug clinics
Fall to my prey, with promises of fix
Women of the night selling their goods
On corners and alleys of city neighborhoods

Murderer, Thugs, and hard core convicts
Are among some of my top picks
Evil the blood, but their knowledge I crave
Centuries have passed...Yet, I'm still the slave

I'm not sure lol...I was thinking about it but I also want to leave room open for anybody who wants to do these in the future because I have so many titles that I imagine another contest in the future.

Thank you everybody for participating! It was EXTREMELY difficult for me to pick out winners because the poems were all so hauntingly beautiful or twisted, which is exactly what I was looking for in my Halloween spirit.

Winners go as follows (prizes will be distributed after I get off of work haha):

1st place: "I Dream in Infra-red" by Black Wings

2nd place: "Graveyard by Moonlight" by Britt

3rd place: "Blood on the Wall" by Hellon

Honorable Mention: "Tortured" by Delirium

thank you guys so much for the great reads and there will be a new contest with new titles soon!