Sarcasm Contest.

CLOSED FOR JUDGING!

I'm an over saturated color scheme
my conglomerate of hues is only topped by your second best try
and i can only win with physical outsource
you can clean up your act with emotional attraction
but you cant take away an inevitable reaction
chap stick covers up these chapped lips nicely
they're dolled up for the only sense that they are never used
kept abused and locked in a corner
i'll fake confidence in cockiness to hide an insecurity with assurance
you say you learned your 'street smarts' from the streets
your language is the only thing holding you back
from spending green to buy a more popular green and joining the scene you didn't sign up for
switching gears
i'm a hushed up alarm clock
whose requirements only go so far but i'm off par with the rest of the sensory vibrations
reaching ears and hiding fears
its the only reason i do what i 'do' to you
internet is a written language i'm fluent in 'round the world
it keeps me thinking i'm worth your work
playing easy to get hasn't worked yet
that fake eye isn't a fashion statement its a statement showing you know no fashion
for the sake of sleep just sleep on it
i'm back, 'upgraded'
i'm a newer model with an older outlook on rejection
remember that, i dropped that fact
you're a triple crossed everything's alcoholic whose only polish is left on skipping cd's
and your experience of 'lack thereof' is taking a hard toll on your stage performance
[your reaction.]
snapped back in a compact
along with the makeup that failed to turn your before into an after
i'll extract an expert crafter to map out the only way possible to beat you in the worst way
it would be just like me to play dirty and smile pretty
no one has never been always in the crowd
but some of us have more gold moments than others
peer pressures and tight sweaters
are both situations hard to find your way out of
i want to remember how many times i stopped on your doorstep and rang your doorbell
only to get the unsatisfying no answer
i want back my ability to tell the truth in any situation
like cursing or failing to cooperate by mediation's
the initiation was tough but my bones are always up for more breaking
i want the feeling of my stomach dropping and a feeling of false control
taking it for what its worth would put you in the negatives
i've underperformed and refused to meet this month's quota

Absolutely Nothing-

This is your left foot,
These are your right feet-
Your life is an output,
You don't have any sense of beat

Are these your legs?
Lets assume the stance
Don't make me beg
Shut up, lets just dance

This is not a dance floor
This is just life
This is not an exit door,
You can't stop mid-life

Why Thank You!

Why thank you for slamming that door in my face
And for pushing me onto the floor.
For putting my bag in the toilet,
I really could not ask for more.

Why thank you for saying how ugly I am
And for telling me that I should die.
Thanks for the confidence booster because,
I almost forgot how to cry.

Why thank you for making a fool out of me,
I could not have done it alone.
Thanks for all the times that you laughed at me,
For helping me grow a back bone.

But most of all thank you for showing me
Who the really important ones are.
The ones who stick by me and don't turn away
Are the ones who are my shining stars.

Xx Intoxicated Whispers xX

"You're so hot; you make me want to scream"
"I think you're being just a bit extreme"
"No, I'm serious, you're so damn pretty"
"I'm not interested, such a pity"

"But I want to feel you, kiss you so much"
"No you don't, so please don't touch"
"But you look so hot in that red dress"
"Oh please, could you just give it a rest"

"How about me and you go back to mine?"
"I don't think so, have you lost your mind?"
"But baby, I'll show you what a real man's like"
"I won't tell you again, just take a hike!"

"But I just can't control myself around you"
"Well sorry, I guess you'll have to learn to"
"But don't you want to have some fun with me?"
"Thank you but no, I have to disagree"

"Look, stop hassling me, trying to touch
I don't want to be in your drunken clutch
Intoxicated whispers are all that I hear
Maybe next time, but without the beer"

*Gem*
Copyright©GemmaStott2008

Lyrics

"Hey, this reminds me of something,"
I asked for a sign of life,
Its been five months since the tragedy,
And we're all still weeping.

But what does it matter to you?
I've got an eye for metaphors,
You seem to catch on fast.
So let me spill the story:

"Have you ever heard that song,
The one where she falls in love with him?"
Naturally, you haven't.
But listen to the lyrics.

I was dreading the day I would
Start to see this again,
But last night was no lie;
The notes have confirmed me.

You're good with melodies?
You're a thing of the past.
Yeah, you're "good"...
You're as good as dead.

Recluse pretension called poet is he,
discovered the mysteries of the spider-less web
called the Internet

He watched his favourite shows,
bought cheap ho'es
and sumbited his favourite poems

He often made scribbles to impress,
the people who were mere words lighted in his desk
the wonders of his lost little mind

Laugh at the recluse poet, my friends
his only reality is the spider-less web
called the internet

Thank yoooooooou Brittles.

I will start judging within the next few days.

Thank you all for your patience.

02/22/2008: Closed for Judging
04/16/2008: Todays date
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