Who Are You?

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Tell us who you are, where you've been, where you are, where you want to go, what kind of soul are you? Dazzle and intrigue us.

~~Rules~~

Must be NEW (written for this contest)
Any length (Short-make an impact, long-hold the readers interest)
Any style (does not have to rhyme, only if you wish)
No unnecessary bad language
You don't have to reserve but you may if you like (if you do reserve, you have four days to finish or your spot will be unreserved)

Contest closes after 10 entries

1~BREE aw NUHH~Done
2~KindlyUnspoken~Done
3~Beautiful Chaos~Done
4~Engel Augen~Done
5~Ashes of a Black Rose~Done
6~BluJay~Done
7~4 track demo~Done
8~XxRomancing the Darker SidexX~Done
9~ Savannah Kate
10~Austin

**Prizes**

1st-5 r/c/c
2nd-3 r/c/c
3rd-2 r/c/c

Possible honorable mention

P.S. Spell check is your friend ;) Spelling will be a factor in my picks.

I'd like to reserve a spot, please.
Thanks.
:]

"Who I Am"
By: Briana Coulter

I'm a simple girl,
and I'm easy to please.
I don't see my life as a loan,
I've done paid off my fees.

I've been through a lot,
shattered heart and all.
But I was given the strength,
so I can still walk tall.

I've had my share of the bad,
but also my share of the good.
I try my hardest in all that I do,
because I know that I should.

I can't fail unless I give up,
and I'm not that kind of girl.
My life is worth living,
I'm going to give it a whirl.

I'll make my dreams come true,
regardless of the obstacles in my way.
I'll keep walking down the road,
to a more successful day.

My dreams are big,
and I have determination.
I've told you who I am,
this is my explanation.

Reserve me a spot.

[i have a title set for mine already, if i write it down could you put it by my name?]

Ooh, I like the sound of this.

Reserve me, please. :]

Who Am I?
by KindlyUnspoken

I opened my eyes to the feel of art.
Named after the first light of day, I was.
Beautiful, that's what they said.
Sometimes I believed them, sometimes not,
But it never really seemed to matter.

Growing up in a country where the weather
Is more mixed up than I am;
It rains at ten in the morning,
By three, there's a hint of sunshine,
By five I'm in front of the fire, it's cold.

Seventeen is such a small number to me.
I've barely lived, some may say,
But I've experienced a lifetime already.
Yet my picture's not fully painted,
This journey's not even past midway.

My heart lies in a world of words,
Where poetic sounds are music notes;
Art is my pillow at night, where I can lay my head;
Family are the real stars; friends are my dancers,
They all play their owns parts, close to my heart.

Yet when I wake up in the morning
The sun (or rain) still welcomes me,
And I think of what the day might bring;
The adventures I'll face in the coming hours,
And yet I never seem to know.

I'll reserve please

Reserve me plz

I'll reserve please =)

Please reserve XD

My Life

Broken spirit,
Shining star,
Someone special,
Yet bizarre.

Full of good,
But done some bad,
Close to sane,
Though driven mad.

Tiny scars,
That too, shall speak,
Of times when I,
Was strong yet weak.

Bitter pills,
I'd hate to taste,
Swallowed lessons,
Human waste.

Compassion rings out,
Through it all,
Empathy,
For those who fall.

Elders loved,
Children taught,
Praised for all,
The joy they brought.

The world,
A playground for my mind,
Full of all,
I wish to find.

Spoken words,
Written dreams,
Stitched along,
My melted seams.

A need to touch,
Then to feel,
Something bold,
Something real.

Everything,
I've come to be,
Is all I've had,
The chance to see.

Ever roaming,
Ever writing,
Standing tall,
And always fighting.

Dreams to be,
Remembered by,
The strength within,
My own reply.

The courage,
That I found in pain,
Passed on to,
Those who remain.

Immortal moments,
Carved in time,
Blessed by rhythm,
Bathed in rhyme.

I'll reserve :)

Who is She?

She glances at the mirror.
The black hair once cascading down her back-

cut
ever
so
short.

She is a happy child, she announces.
Brown eyes sparkling with joy.
Beneath the pupil lies shattered memories of-

the
ones
she
loves.

They judge her, and she smiles.
They cannot see past her facade,
its too strong to break.

But sometimes..

it cracks..

ever
so
little

once in a while, that is.

They see a pretty girl, with absolutely no worries.
One that laughs with a desire to bring people together.
The aura is simply to strong to refuse.

They see a sweet, innocent child, who owns a mind too complex for her years.

Her 15 years.

They come to her, spilling their problems into a bucket and then pouring it on her, like being given a bath.

Again and again they come.

She touches her face, watching her scarred hands tremble across her cheeks. Marks have been long gone..

but the memories

are
vivid
as
before.

She is an active child, they say.
Always participating and always volunteering.
She smiles again. That impish, mischievous smile.

Because they are wrong
again.

They do not see beneath the pupil of her eyes, beneath the sorrow and pain. They do not see the crazed mind that works constantly, trying to prove itself better

within
each
day.

They do not feel her heartbeat,
how it beats so strongly for

one
single
man.

She smiles, a gleam in her eye.

Let them judge, for she knows who she is.

She knows she is me.

Oooh reserve me a spot!!!

May i do two?

Here's the first one:

Cinderella's Shelf

Who I really am, you ask? I'm sorry I can't say.
Once upon a time I knew, but she has passed away.
All I know is who I was, and how I used to be,
The blonde girl singing on the fence was little Sarah: ME.
She sang and smiled all the time, made herself a dance,
Watching Cinderella, and dreaming of romance.
I'm not sure where she ran to, her departure made no sense,
But after one too many moves, there just was no more fence.
Daddy's job kept saying "MOVE" because that's what he does,
So on trip from state to state to state, I lost the girl I was.
I attempted to blend in, with all the girls around me,
But my life was kind of skewed since I'd lost my little boundary.
I no longer wore my dresses, no pink bows in my hair,
The feelings of the girl I was were just no longer there.
I didn't dance but sometimes smiled, and only sang alone,
The only places my voice touched were walls inside my home.
I still watched Cinderella, and dreamed of that romance,
But deep inside I knew that I would never get the chance.
To strip myself of loneliness, attention was my goal,
Behind my eyes, the tarnished jewel: a lively, vivid soul.
I was ignored, looked over, lost, a face beneath the crowd,
I wanted to be seen and touched, to sing again out loud.
They didn't listen, touch or look, so I listened to myself,
I took the girl I used to be and took her off the shelf.
No longer would I hold my tongue, and simply fade away,
No holding back from every word I had to sing and say.
I wrote and sang and drew and showed the world what they can't see,
I sang them every note and scar of who I want to be.
But again they didn't listen, so I listened to myself,
I stuck that silly little girl back up on her shelf.
I looked into the mirror, scared of what I'd see,
"Do I not know who I am?" I couldn't lie to me.
Am I the girl that’s in the corner, who's writing her salvation,
Or the lost and lonely beaten girl without a destination?
Maybe I'm the girl in class that gives the others hope,
The girl with scars beneath her sleeves 'cause she can't really cope?
Am I the girl curled up in bed, crying off to sleep,
Or am I someone someone else would wish to hold and keep?
I swore I'd be that person, and I began to write,
I wrote an epic poem that kept me up all night.
I didn't cry myself to sleep, I didn't cut my wrist,
I thought of what I want to be, and then I made a list.
I wanted to be different, and yet be pretty, too,
I wanted to be noticed, I wanted to be new.
I didn't want perfection, but I wanted edgy class,
Like a rebel Cinderella in some Converse made of glass.
I streaked my hair red, my baby blues' enhanced,
I figured Hey, it's finally time to take my little chance.
Personality did wonders as I smiled and I laughed,
And people looked and listened, and I was touched at last.
I felt a hand upon my arm that guided me away,
He told me that his name was Dane, I choked on what to say.
"Hey Dane, I'm Sarah-Ashlyn, did you come here by yourself?"
When he nodded, oh that hopeful girl flew right off of her shelf.
I felt my face start glowing and my heart pounded in bliss,
Words and phrases later, he leaned in for the kiss.
Everything was perfect, I finally felt the touch,
I never guessed that it would mean so very awful much.
I was Cinderella, a rebel with a chance,
A teenage soul with passion and desire for romance.
Since that night we met, our lives have never been the same,
And 10 months in he asked me if I would take his name.
We're happy here together though we've had a bumpy trail,
But we just tell the world that we're a rebel fairy tale.
I've learned to love this wild soul, this restless child inside,
I do not quiet her sweet songs, nor will I let her hide.
She is my soul, my heart, my love, and all that I admire,
She's the air that comforts me and my passion's strongest fire.
I took the girl down from my shelf, the girl I used to be,
I put her deep inside my heart and carry her with me.
So who I really am, you ask? Well I am proud to say,
I'm a rebel Cinderella, and I'm liking it this way.

Reserve me please....
i didnt read the top very well,
i guess reserving is not absolutely required so...

"the pariah's siren"

An abandoned birthright, torn from an unknown womb,
submerged below an emotional core burrowing guilt pool.
a heathenistical fiendheaded passive caveman,
three times horned, chasing doppleganging butterflies.

a shaven toothed shadow creeper-
crouched beneath the stairwell-
just a pariah with unkempt dreams-
not as sinister as it seems-

exile the eccentric, due to an acute fear of interaction,
banish the immortal's unacceptable perception of passion.
persecute the daydreamer's downslide, an inept socialite,
extract the remains of the salvation seeking awkward flight...

...of a leech infected blue spine,
bound by ghosts left behind.
the price paid by the bottom dweller,
is an over-sensitive cripple.
starving and afraid-
speechless and alone-
before the struggle
with the sun begins-

i have to drag my weary limbs,
across the gravel back to my cave.
to begin this ritual once again,
because this is who i am.

She's Only Fourteen

She's only fourteen.

And yet she's seen more than most.
Felt more pain than normal,
More confusion than many.

She accepts the pain, and cherishes
Every moment she spends with it.
For it makes her complete....

She's only fourteen.
And she's felt more heartbreak
More cruelty
More sadness
Than comprehendable.

Some days she looks back,
Reads her suicide notes.
And thinks about those days...

Oh, but they won't come back.

So once more she embraces the thought,
The thought of feeling no pain.
The feeling of emptiness.

She's only fourteen.
But she's got time on her side.

Reserve?

Invisible Heartache
By: Savannah Kate

Knee deep in emotions,
Hidden to where no one can see
Buried deep beneath the oceans
I don't know why...its just me.

People just don't understand,
This pain I feel inside,
No one will lend me a hand
So I just hide.

Hide my face, hide my scars
Hide my life, hide my heart
Just dwell in the stars
And never ever part...

Unseen to everyone
Even though my life is at stake
So i guess I'll just take a gun
To my invisible heartache...

Falling Into Life

Drifting through water I found a note.
And on this paper the paladin wrote:
A description of hope, and a memory of fate.
Yet I paddle with fears that await.

My unsunk bottle has become my saint.
But weary I am, and still afraid.
While lightened waters are still faint,
And on dampened wood my head is laid.

My mind ponders so small and bleak
About the angels that I love,
And the savior that I seek.
But still I lay, staring above.

In one instant I realized fate,
And a sinners tear stole my glee.
I now know what must await,
as I fall into the ocean, peacefully.

How long does voting usually take?

There is no voting, but I have narrowed down my choices and they will be posted shortly, by tomorrow night.

Sorry I meant judging. Sounds great. Thanks for responding.

1st~4 track demo
2nd~BluJay
3rd~Beautiful Chaos

HM~Ashes of a Black Rose

Good work everyone. Winners let me know which poems you would like done, through PM please.