Cayce's >>first<< [t.i.t.l.e.d] contest.

Results at the bottom!

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So, this is my first contest, as the title says. :]

RULES:
1. You can have up to three poems, but you don't have to.
2. Three people per poem.
3. Ask to reserve a poem[s] before you write one.
4. It has to be N.E.W.
5. If you need to alter the title just a bit, feel free. Just don't alter it [too] much.
6. It can be a prose.
7. Have fuuuun. [duh] :]

DUE DATE: April 10, 2008 [04.10.08]

Prizes:
1st place: 10 r/r/c's
2nd place: 5 r/r/c's
3rd place: 3 r/r/c's
Everyone who enters: 1 r/r/c on each poem they enter. :]

*Some of these titles are kind of religious, because I was thinking of them during church. >.> You can write about religion, but you don't have to. I won't judge you no matter what you write about. :]

A Sinner's Perfect Plea [[FULL]]
1. Beautiful Chaos [Done]
2. SecludedSerendipity [Done]
3. YouHaveStolenMyHeart [Reserved]

A Lesson In Foolishness
1. xPinkDizzyTeacupx [Reserved]
2.
3.

Blameless [[Full]]
1. xoOrdinaryGirlox [Done]
2. firexdancerxgabriella [Done]
3. Lonely Romeo [Done]

Baptized in a Pool of Blood
1. NyellMoonlight [Done]
2. DarkSpirit [Done]
3.

Haunting Whisper's [[FULL]]
1. robin milford [Done]
2. Lonely Romeo [Done]
3. YeahYouBleedJustToKnowUreAlive [Reserved]

Fallen From Grace [[FULL]]
1. Beautiful Chaos [Done]
2. Lemma [Done]
3. YouHaveStolenMyHeart [Done]

House Full of Malice
1. Lizaveta [Done]
2.
3.

Just a Jealous Whore
1. NyellMoonlight [Reserved]
2. xPinkDizzyTeacupx [Reserved]
3. TwistedAngel [Done]

Tongue Swollen with Lies [[FULL]]
1. xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex [Done]
2. Decay In The Dark [Reserved]
3. Alvaro [Done]

Offering Plates Full of Hate [[FULL]]
1. DarkSpirit [Done]
2. Lizaveta [Reserved]
3. Britt [Reserved]

Staring Down the Barrel of a Gun [[FULL]]
1. DarkSpirit [Reserved]
2. Lonely Romeo [Reserved]
3. xTheEcstasyofSuicidex [Done]

Never Waste a Good Threat
1.
2.
3.

Push Through the Pain [[FULL]]
1. Teria Leeann [Done]
2. Jade [Reserved]
3. YouHaveStolenMyHeart [Reserved]

The Executioner
1.
2.
3.

Death Warrent
1.
2.
3.

The Difference Between Love and Lust [[FULL]]
1. mRs SuNsHiiNe [Reserved]
2. Jade [Reserved]
3. LiisaMariie143 [Done]

When Words Kill [[FULL]]
1. Beautiful Chaos [Done]
2. NyellMoonlight [Done]
3. Lizaveta [Reserved]

Taste this Hate [[FULL]]
1. xoOrdinaryGirlox [Reserved]
2. Decay In The Dark [Done]
3. firexdancerxgabriella [Done]

Strive for Imperfection [[FULL]]
1. Polaroid [Done]
2. Lemma [Done]
3. Jade [Reserved]

Recipe for Insanity
1. robin milford [Done]
2. Lemma [Done]
3.

Yeah, that's a lot of titles, but I just wanted everyone to have a big variety. I'll add more titles if I think of anymore. :]

Fallen From Grace
When Words Kill
A Sinner's Perfect Plea

please

Baptized in a Pool of Blood
When Words Kill
Just a Jealous Whore

Thanks :)

I want Offering Plates Full of Hate, Staring Down the Barrel of a Gun and Baptized in a Pool of Blood.

Great titles :]

Great titles!
I choose:
* Offering Plates Full of Hate
* When words kill
* House full of malice

thank you

Wow. I didn't know so many people would enter this fast. There's already a title that's full. >.>

Thanks everyone for entering! I'm glad you like the titles. :]

I`ll take :

Push Through the Pain

Not my best, but it'll work. :

Push Through the Pain

- -

Like the moon and the earth -
just passerby's at work.
A settled heart too small for love,
holding in for all it`s worth.

Shallow hearts with hallowed minds,
lining the road with guts galore -
Turning bright red to blackened coal,
searching for lifeless finds.

It`s something you can`t see,
with the eyes mounted above . . .
those oddly squared cheeks of yours,
but it`s less than you can be.

It`s pain inside your heart,
that`s ripping you -
from the inside to the out,
yet, you`re not coming apart.

And, we`re the moon and the earth,
just passerby`s at work.
We`ll push through the pain,
holding in for all it`s worth.

Not my best, but it'll work. :

Push Through the Pain

- -

Like the moon and the earth -
just passerby's at work.
A settled heart too small for love,
holding in for all it`s worth.

Shallow hearts with hallowed minds,
lining the road with guts galore -
Turning bright red to blackened coal,
searching for lifeless finds.

It`s something you can`t see,
with the eyes mounted above . . .
those oddly squared cheeks of yours,
but it`s less than you can be.

It`s pain inside your heart,
that`s ripping you -
from the inside to the out,
yet, you`re not coming apart.

And, we`re the moon and the earth,
just passerby`s at work.
We`ll push through the pain,
holding in for all it`s worth.

When Words Kill

You beat me down
To the ground
But did not raise a fist

I seemed to choke
On every note
Your voice would not subsist

A bitter rage
I watched you rave
And smile as I broke

You loved the hurt
That every word
Seemed to now evoke

Laying here
Upon the floor
I swore I'd never rise

Wishing
It had been your hand
That offered me demise

The hurtful sting
The sour drink
I took from those sweet lips

Kissed me with
A bitterness
That held me in its grips

My beating heart
Can now remark
And move on from the pain

I'd never wish
To make another
Feel that way again

Hello :) Can I reserve:

- 'Blameless' &
- 'Push Through The Pain'

Please :) Thankyou xoOrdinaryGirlox

Can I please have:

"Just A Jealous Whore"
&
"The Difference Between Love and Lust"

Thanks!

Can I please have:

"Just A Jealous Whore"
&
"The Difference Between Love and Lust"

Thanks!

"Just a jealous whore" && "a lesson in foolishness" please and thank you

Blameless please.
Thank you!
Wonderful titles btw!

Blameless
By xoOrdinaryGirlox

You did no wrong
Acted so strong
You never fell
Such a perfect angel

I was always to blame
Being put to shame
I needed to grieve
But you didn't believe

Why was it me?
I just wanted to flee
From what you'd become
To what I'd succumb

Always taunted by you
Always teased by you
But tragedy struck
I just ran out of luck

I never said goodbye
That would have been a lie
I wanted you to go
You made feel so low

I didn't want you to stay
I just never had the courage to say
After all the times you fought
Blameless? So you thought

Destruction you left in your path
A fragile woman left from your wrath
Now after all these years
I'm left with just me and my fears

Can I unreserve from 'Push Through The Pain' and reserve for 'Taste This Hate' please?

Thanks, xoOrdinaryGirlox

I would like to reserve "Haunting whispers" & "Recipe for insanity"

Haunting whispers
When I am alone, a whisper comes to me
Seemingly out of thin air.
The things that sweet voice says are awful,
She tells me to do bad things.
I wish I could make those whispers disappear.
I wish I knew who those haunting whispers belong to,
that sweet voice.
The doctors say, "She isn't real."
She says I should kill them for doubting her.
They give me medicine.
She laughs and pretends to disappear
but she is just hiding.
Just like She does
when someone comes in the room.
I just want to know who she is.
I am in my bathroom
about to take my medicine
and I hear her again.
I turn toward her voice
and I see her this time.
She tells me to dump the medicine
down the sink.
I say, "If I don't what will happen."
She says, "You'll lose me forever"
and turns to leave.
I hurriedly dump all them and scream,
"Don't leave Mother."

Recipe for insanity
My father is famous for his antics,
He murdered many.
My new Ma and Pa
think I don't know about him
but their wrong, dead wrong.
He comes to me every night
holds me tight
touches me in secret places
deep inside.
If they try to stop him
He'll stop them permanently
It be easier
if I ran away with him
in the night.
But He says I can't
because he is always on the ran
and that's no life for his little girl.
He gives me a deep passionate kiss good night
and sneaks out my window again.

Blameless

"It wasn't your fault"
The words follow me wherever I go,
inked into the many fallen pages of a torn diary,
etched bloodily into the flesh of my arms.
Haunting me endlessly,
echoing inside my mind in bursts of staining black.

"Why do you hurt yourself?"
I want to scream an answer to this question,
yet I never do, never will.
I don't have the answer they want.
Yet my mouth burns ravenously, wanting to spit the words out at them.
My tongue, however, is empty of the truth.
I smile condescendingly at their horrified faces,
doing whatever I can to escape.

"Just be a good girl and everything'll be fine"
Can you not understand?
I'm not good. I'm bad, tainted, my very essence poisoned and corrupted.
Don't touch me. I'll contaminate you.
Just stay away, keep an image in your head of me, smiling, happy, innocent.
Never come close enough to look past my mask, and then everything will be okay.
I don't want anyone to put me back together again, I deserve to be shattered.

"You don't understand!"
How many times have I heard that?
I don't want to count.
The one saying it should be me, but I won't.
Being misunderstood is part of me,
when people finally understand,
their empathy will eventually turn to pity.
I can't stand it, hate would be easier to tolerate than sadness.
Don't be sad for me, be sad for yourself, you're much more important than I'll ever be.
Just leave me alone, if you get to close to me I'll hurt you.
Somehow, I will. I'll lie, cheat, slap, and kick my way around you, until you have no other option but to loathe me. But I deserve it.
I always break everything, it's now my turn to be broken.

"It's not your fault."
Sure, keep saying that while you're holding me.
I know you don't mean it.
But I'll nod my head like the doll I should be as if I believed you.
I'll just go along with it,
with your desperate need to feel pure, good, you'll be able to shut out all the other signs.
My hands can't stop shaking, the cuts on my wrists pale white yet swollen.
The scars reminders of how I deserve pain, and the hideous ectsacy that comes along with it.
But just ignore them, I don't want you to know anyway.
Keep repeating those words to yourself, over and over again, trying to reassure me but really reassuring yourself.
I'll just sit there and break soundlessly.
Sure sure.
Watch me smile the way you want me to as I repeat it back to you.
I'm blameless.
You won't even notice the lie behind the words, but of course you never did.
Ha. Blameless.

I'll take, "Tongue Swollen with Lies".
You must realize, though, I haven't been writing since December
so I might be a little rusty.
However, I hope you like it anyways..
And. It's not a poem, but a prose. I really hope that's okay. Since I'm having trouble writing, attempting to rhyme right now would be suicide.
But, if it's not okay, just tell me and I'll remove myself from the contest.
Thanks for understanding. :].

xTheEcstasyofSuicidex

Of Tongue Swollen with Lies

When someone writes you out of your life
you can't write them back in.

I'm finding it hard to breathe now.

It's like you forgot who you were, there for a moment. But I won't let you forget.

My parents once told me, "Walking isn't the first step, crawling is," and I know when to believe them. My parents were smart. However, I've come to realize that walking nor crawling may be the first step. Now, I'm not saying my parents were wrong or anything, but maybe we all get a little smarter, the older the earth turns beneath our feet. I've realized the first step is opening your eyes, taking your first breath, and accepting you're alive.

We've all accepted something we didn't want at one time or another.

And maybe some of us accepted our first breath without thinking.

Ha. That first breath. The start of some smokey air, if I may say. (They've told me it's dangerous to breathe in second hand smoke. What if you're the one causing it, exhaling dirty oxygen, but then re-inhaling it? It's not so tasty, then, is it?)

When someone writes you out of their life
they won't write you back in.

And suddenly you feel like a carcinogen to the brain. That smokey air has turned into a cancerous, festering blister (metaphorically, of course) and it's pulsing more and more each day. Suddenly, you feel like a tumor resting in the leg; you're useless and no one wants you, yet somehow you affect their lives (in a bad way). But whatever were you, but a group of dying cells? It wasn't your fault you're now the blister to their heel.

They asked for it, they did, the way they just wrote you out of their life.

They didn't bother to say goodbye; no, they took you to the doctors and the doctor cut you out of their life. Just like a dirty, festering blister.

It hurts to believe you're nothing to them anymore; not even a verb or a noun. Yet, looking into the eyes of that doctor, who cut you out (by the way, this metaphor here means "friends") you feel a little sympathy filling your bones. Sadness only embeds itself into two places; a person's eyes and heart. It's not seen or felt elsewhere. You know God means business when you see and feel it in both.

Speaking of God, you can blame him all you want. But the thing is, He gave you millions of ingredients to mix together and make yourself what you wanted to be; He gave you that choice. It's not His fault he'd rather listen to Lucifer speak than your whining cries. He gave you everything he wanted you to be (let's say, a good personality, healthy morals, and a beautiful smile) among a few other ingredients. But he let you choose, and here you are choosing stunning eyes, heartless morals, and maybe a dash of an ego. It's not his fault you're failing at life. So, go ahead, blame God (who may not even be there), you'll feel better, you'll find.
Your throat can swallow as many lies as you choose, but sooner or later, you're tongues going to be swollen.

When someone writes you out of your life
it's not their fault, it's yours.

Notice the wording in the sentences. Does it sound familiar, like the screams in your head? You. Yes, I speak of you.

Yeah, we're all a little lost, sure, but some of us don't mind it.

xTheEcstasyofSuicidex

It's perfectly fine. :]

[smiles.]
Thank you for understanding.

=].

xTheEcstasyofSuicidex

Fallen From Grace

Crack pipes dreams
Heroin screams
A bottle your only friend

A bed in the street
Soul incomplete
Forgotten
We can't comprehend

She once was a mother
He was a brother
Family, friends and a home

That life is long gone
Time has moved on
The streets are now where they roam

Passing them by
Few stop to try
Hopeless now how they're seen

Fallen from grace
Not part of our race
Indifference becoming obscene

Some lose their mind
Some just can't find
The strength to carry on through

Lost to it all
We stop to recall
There's nothing that we can do

Haunting Whispers please?

Haunting Whispers
by Lonely Romeo

The clock flashes 12:00
throughout the night
movements yet hidden
in the darkened light.

Wisps of air
surround my ears
entangle my head
the voice unclear.

A voice unfamiliar
no portrait to the sound
although the room is large
the voice is all around.

The neon light glows
as bright as hell,
the lights but flash again
the clock reads twelve.

The atmosphere around
reeks of old memories
as the whispers close in
slowly enveloping me.

Hours crawl by
recollections come quick
the whispers draw closer
the atmosphere thick.

Your voice once quiet
has now grown tone
transgressions once passed
now unwillingly alone.

These haunting whispers
from pain they stem
a once favorable action
now a mere requiem.

The clock flashes 12:00
just as before,
these whispers fade away
your voice unadorned.

And as the neon light glows
just as bright as hell,
I swear to myself,
and bid these voices farewell.

With new assurance in mind
you'd better believe
that your voice will be gone,
the clock reads 12:03

© Bryce Dressler 2008

"A Sinner's Perfect Plea", please.

Tongue Swollen with Lies
Taste this Hate

thanx!

Just to let you know, I changed my name. I was SecludedSerendipity. :)

A Sinner's Perfect Plea
by KindlyUnspoken

The ground was solid beneath his feet,
Yet he just wished he could fall beneath
The surface, and drown in devilish waters.

Burn in a hazy mist with no way out,
His own lungs losing air every second,
And in an instant, he felt like his victim.

He could feel his own hands on her neck,
Gasping for air, both their heartbeats
Intertwined, life being pushed from her body.

In that stand he stood, no longer a raging
Bull that felt nothing but hatred and anger.
Now he was a lost boy, who knew how sorry felt.

He trembled and they knew it, saw it on his face,
But nothing can be disguised when you're truly caught -
And he was; nobody knew it more than he himself.

But air was lost in a second, his legs just gave way.
Lying on that cold wooden floor, his mistakes flashed
Before him, as pain invaded his mind. And he cried.

He grabbed onto the paramedics shirt,
Stared into the vary core of his eyes, pleading, begging:
"Just tell them I'm sorry, I only ask them to know that."

With one last breathe, his head graced the floor.
It was uncanny, truly absurd, but the jury could not lie,
Just like they couldn't hide that tears they shared that day.

Can I have Staring down the barrel of a gun?

and blameless?

Blameless
By: Lonely Romeo

Oh dear mother
please don't cry
it wasn't your fault
please wipe your eyes.

And dear father
please don't yell
it wasn't yours either
please don't dwell.

The time seemed right
nobody was there
faded by solidarity,
No one seemed to care.

I swear I didn't mean it
please hold back the tears
I wish time could reverse
and save these wasted years.

My younger brothers,
too young to understand
why their older brother
never became a man.

As well as my friends
please don't pass the blame,
all you offered was help
why hold your head in shame?

Whilst you surround my body
and tears touch the floor,
watching from above
I don't want this anymore.

Even though I'm gone
I've yet to be free
because the blame you hold
doesn't rest with me.

(C) 2008 Bryce Dressler

House full of malice

There was a house full of malice
Surrounded by a garden of dead flowers
And trees with a deathful disease
With black leaves covering the hateful lovers.

The first step I took the was so shy,
The darkest place I've ever seen.
And as I heard snakes I stepped behind,
But something kept me tempted in this scene

And so I kept on going there in the dark.
The leaves were bleeding on my clothes,
In dead silence, I passed the park
And found myself in front the house of loath.

Snakes behind me, no time to wait.
Intrigued, I opened the door and came in
Ready to see the deathful house of hate,
But it was different from what I expected to see.

The room was large and full of shining lights,
And pink, and red, and violet flowers.
And everything was so eye-catching and so bright
And everyone I saw sent me the sweetest smiles.

I smiled back happily and closed my eyes...
I felt a light breeze on my skin...
And thought "this is the best house
In which I have ever been"

I opened my eyes and gasped in horror
Everything has changed around me.
Somehow I realized the fairytale was over
And this finally was the way it's meant to be.

The room was lightened slightly by red broken hearts
I was surrounded by bodies with empty eyes
On the floor there were dead and not shining stars
It was so cold. I felt disgusting smell of lies.

I glanced around and one thing caught my eye.
It was a scarlet rose left on the floor.
I took it and put into the fracture in the broken heart,
And thunder was the last thing I heard.

ps. this is my first dark poem lol:)

Strive for imperfection please

Can I get....

The Difference Between Love and Lust

Strive for Imperfection

Recipe for Insanity

Yay =)

Thankyee,

Em xXx

Recipe for Insanity

One cup of being away from you,
One ounce of sleepless nights,
A tablespoon of jealousy,
One gram of vicious fights,
Half a litre of fallen tears,
A milligram of doubt,
Seven pounds of gnawing guilt,
That I could do without.
Three quarters of a pint of pain,
A few gallons of fear,
Two big handfuls of remorse,
Then leave for two whole years.
Mix it up with malicious chat,
A rumour here and there,
People who I thought were friends,
Then turn out not to care.
This recipe for madness,
For pure insanity,
Is the formula for my life,
The recipe for me.

May I please have:
Push Through the Pain

The Difference between Love and Lust

Strive for Imperfection

I have a poem perfect for "Staring Down the Barrel of a Gun", but I won't be leaving it under that name. I wrote it today.. Would that be okay? If not, that's completely fine. Just asking. =].

xTheEcstasyofSuicidex

That's fine. :] As long as it has something to do with the title.

Cayce xx

:]