Creativity Display

  • NyellMoonlight
    16 years ago

    RESULTS AT THE BOTTOM!!!!

    TITLES:

    1. Clear Sky Just Doesn't Feel Right

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    2. Empathetic Hemorrhage

    * DarkSpirit- DONE
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    3. These Eyes Echo Twilights

    * DarkSpirit- DONE
    * Melpomene

    4. Mordant Volition

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    5. As If We're Staring Into An Abyss

    * xJenni Mariex
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    6. Acid-colored Winter Within Thy Heart

    * Cyber Saiyan- DONE
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    7. Misbehavior of a Butterfly

    * ether- DONE
    * Norhan- DONE

    8. Plastic Tears beneath the Mechanical Sky

    * Cyber Saiyan- DONE
    * Valet Every Wish- DONE

    9. Midnight Whispers Your Elegy

    * Lizaveta
    * Melpomene

    10. Fanciful Tragedy

    * xJenni Mariex
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    [[two poets per title for now, but if the title you really want is already taken, may be extended to three per title]]

    Have Fun :)

  • Nix
    16 years ago

    Empathetic Hemorrhage and These Eyes Echo Twilights

  • Jenni Marie
    16 years ago

    As if we're staring into an abyss, and fanciful tragedy please

  • Lizaveta
    16 years ago

    Midnight Whispers Your Elegy, please

  • ether
    16 years ago

    I finished this today and it fits the title (if you don't understand feel free to PM me). It's a little (lot) long, so I hope that's okay.

    Misbehavior of a Butterfly

    Prologue

    I have gasoline insides,
    Just waiting for your fire.
    We'll be warm deep down
    But there isn't any happiness.

    Not sure what it is I want,
    Your million dollar smile
    Turned to plastic in an instant,
    Now that we're alone.

    Yet I know, this isn't what I want
    So zip up your pants and
    Wipe that look off your face
    It's not going to happen again.

    Chapter 1

    If everyone acted like you
    Our morgues would be full,
    So thanks for giving people jobs,
    But that's as far as I go.

    Maybe I lost myself somewhere
    Along the road, along the way,
    Between cigarette kisses,
    Goodbye glances: no second chances.

    Too many people wear smiles
    Street talk tells me it's in fashion,
    They all come off, at night in the dark.
    Security of a bedroom floor.

    Rain water isn't salty for everyone,
    Only for you and your plastic eyes,
    I'd give you wings but you'd just fall,
    The world knows you're no angel.

    Perhaps you are playing your cards right
    I can't even count what hand I'm on.
    My hand only reads 'escape' five times over.
    It's hard to decide whether this is fate.

    A light is flashing at the back of my eyes
    It's telling me 'do not pass go,
    Do not collect yourself this time.'
    If never together, how can you be apart?

    All we live is a game of chance,
    Some wasted and left for the crows.
    Most used when they shouldn't be;
    Second chances never work.

    Chapter 2

    Put the blame on the weather
    That your bones are aching more,
    More than they should but we know
    Your head got a hold of them.

    Remember we used to make fun
    Of those birds that couldn't fly?
    We called them flightless (joyless),
    When really, we're no better.

    Something is in the air today
    Choking, overwhelming my senses
    Threatening to bring insides out,
    I'm mistaking it for emotions.

    Thinking back to the songs we made,
    Stupid rhymes and silly beats,
    We thought we were better than everyone;
    Yet there was something beyond all of that.

    We hid parts of ourselves in melodies.
    It was clever, I thought, exposing myself,
    Telling you what I'd not dare to say normally.
    I called you by an acronym of your name.

    So in the years to come if I remember
    Everything that is written here then
    Maybe you were worth that little extra.
    Other faces just don't stick when I'm with you.

    Chapter 3

    How many months ago was it now?
    We walked down streets with wood pieces,
    Black marker, scribbled letters "FREE HUGS"
    We made more friends that day then I'd ever know.

    Nothing is quite like inside jokes
    Or sentences that warm from the mind.
    Walked down the street with those signs,
    We wanted to give people a chance to be loved.

    With a smile on our faces weeks after,
    Always saying 'free hugs are the best kinds of hugs',
    It didn't matter that they were the only kind,
    It mattered because we were giving the world a chance.

    Chapter 4

    "Ever felt like doing something stupid?"
    You whispered in my ear and giggled,
    I was helping you water the garden,
    "Always" I replied. You smiled.

    Dropping your hose and grabbing my arm,
    You ran over to the swimming pool.
    Right before I hit the water I was thinking,
    This could be a shitty metaphor:

    Something about the depths of passion,
    Something about the way your hair clung to your neck,
    And that gleam in your eye I couldn't trade.
    I hadn't ever been in this far before.

    Now I know not to mistake chance for fate
    If by chance I hadn't met you, I'd be better off.
    Or maybe this is fate; I'd like it more if it wasn't.
    Forgive me, please; I'm jumbling words, still learning.

    Chapter 5

    You said you could do it all,
    Except percussion and bass.
    So I asked you to sing for me
    You still wonder why then, I stayed.

    At that time I recalled someone saying,
    "there's no such thing as too many memories".
    Perhaps I believed that, although,
    Now I feel that they are blinding.

    The very first time you opened your mouth,
    Singing that first note, it returned,
    All the songs I used to sing, the memories.
    My voice joined yours with negative ions.

    Slightly negative your words reflect a past,
    A love lost years ago that you haven't seen since.
    All I was singing was an innocent love song combined,
    Combined it came out all wrong, I should have escaped.

    Chapter 6

    "There's too much hope in the morning sunlight"
    In my bed we awoke together, facing east.
    Your bedroom doesn't face east, you don't get the sun.
    Now I understand, a moment too late.

    Out of sight but not out of mind,
    There's a pushing in my stomach
    And it's becoming harder to hide
    Almost as though it's poison.

    It all makes sense. You're a poison.
    A cancer spreading through me,
    And there's nothing that can be done now,
    Nothing that can hold this together.

    So I'll take my last steps toward you,
    Falling short, or is it just an illusion?
    You appear in the last second, my insides glowing,
    Still, I smile, as if I know what's going to happen.

    Epilogue

    When we last met, I felt the spark that I'd craved this whole time laced with regret.
    Ignited more than just my senses, the only chance we will ever get.
    Perhaps by chance, perhaps by fate; left me burning from inside a tangled net,
    This shouldn't have happened, but I now know it's easier to stay than escape and forget.

  • Melpomene
    16 years ago

    Midnight Whispers Your Elegy
    These Eyes Echo Twilights

    Please and thanks

  • Cyber Saiyan
    16 years ago

    Acid-colored Winter Within Thy Heart
    authored by Cyber_Saiyan
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    Acid-colored Winter Within Thy Heart
    Feeding lies directly into Thy veins
    A blanket of white lies covers Thy soul
    An Acid-colored blizzard wanes.

    Thy heart is clouded with uncertainty
    Confusion is pumped throughout Thy mind
    Blurring Thy vision like a cold winter storm
    Leaving sanity far behind.

    Feelings of fear and pain alike
    Sit like acid vapors swirling inside
    What could cause this fear filled joy
    Leaving my emotions bound and hogtied?

    The very first time we kissed
    Left Thy emotions torn apart
    Leaving a helpless void inside
    Like an Acid-colored Winter Within Thy Heart.

  • Cyber Saiyan
    16 years ago

    Plastic Tears beneath the Mechanical Sky
    Falling to the cold dark ground
    Burning the souls of the damned
    That are gathering all around.

    Fueling the fire what once burned within
    The tears lubricate the gears of my soul
    Carrying a tune too dark to sing
    In a land that was too hard to control.

    As the truth comes into the light
    Wooden screams fill the air
    Carrying the dreams of the damned
    Full of love and dispair.

    What once was there is there no more
    As smoldering embers burn beneath
    Sparking off steamy sins
    Of a hand-me-down loave full of bequeath.

    As plastic tears fall again
    beneath the Mechanical Sky
    The heavens of my mind and body
    Silently and uncontrollably cry.

  • Nix
    16 years ago

    These Eyes Echo Twilights

    When our pupils are parallel
    they emit eclipses, and echo twilights
    to the world which stops to exist.

    We infused so much of our own blood,
    into eight-lobed petal of blackness, that it will bleed out,
    yet, existing through veins of that flower
    is more real than everything that this cosmos has to offer.

    We together feed parasites
    of our own lucidity.
    In sunset,
    two arch-organisms engender antibodies
    trough which they continue to exist.

    Few words of hers are needed
    to disembowel any shape of pessimism,
    her fingers massacre paranoia
    and bury phobias.

    Without her, I am another unit
    in universe of zeros and ones.

    Twilights echo,
    and echo implants hope deep into the soul.
    There is no more harmonic melody than one
    which we together sang.
    There is no more beautiful dream
    than one in which she dreamt me.
    There are no more perfect eyes
    than one which are hers, and which echo twilights.

  • Nix
    16 years ago

    Empathetic Hemorrhage

    Antagonism towards quotidian eyes intumesces with the blood;
    behind denials of monochrome imperia
    lays the fact that we can absolutely alter surface of the wind,
    by rotating switchers inside of us.

    Darkness frees from the loneliness,
    rising parallel with the underground of infinite.

    Two of them are everything to me,
    Sun and the Earth,
    they recast on the boundary of eldritch,
    never into one,
    but both embed the wildest dreams into my faith.

    Imagination pulsates, immerged into the song of the Umbra
    which glided down from her lips.
    Carbon dioxide, which she produces,
    is my other home,
    and her eyes always stare directly into mine, mercilessly.
    She is my eternal lover,
    and each of our kisses is my next poem.

    She is rotating all switchers inside of me.

    From her lips blood gushes
    when she dives through my arteries,
    and specific empathy defines
    sky and the earth,
    when she opens me and, from my confessions
    and sketches of different welkins,
    creates text for the song of the Umbra.

    Then she sympathize
    with my genius darkness,
    which she frees when we are alone.

    Death is the only enigma bigger than the life,
    and she is the only enigma bigger than the death.

    We are not cliche.
    When our tongues merge
    I create,
    die,
    and only then I am truly alive.

  • NyellMoonlight
    16 years ago

    ... and the winners are...

    3rd place- Misbehavior of a Butterfly by Ether
    2nd place- Empathetic Hemorrhage by DarkSpirit
    1st place- Misbehavior of a Butterfly by Norhan

    All enetered poems were really good, it was hard for me to decide the winners.

    Please PM me with the titles of the poems that you want me to comment on.

    3rd place- 3 comments
    2nd place- 5 comments
    1st place- 7 comments

    Thanks everyone for participating.

  • ether
    16 years ago

    Oh, thank you :]