Title Contest

It ends whenever I feel like it. You guys are so inactive these days, I may lose interest quickly. Or I may not.

There is only one winner! I'll R/R/C three of your poems. I leave good comments I think. Analytical.

I like to name things, so here are the titles. Claim 'em. One poet per title.

Please, please, please be creative! Use unique perspective.

1. The Axolotyl
2. Spitting Venom [TAKEN]
3. Concrete Footprints
4. Under the Blue Gum
5. Slowly [TAKEN]
6. Liberty Dust [TAKEN]
7. Centuries [TAKEN]
8. When She Was Good [TAKEN]
9. Succubus [TAKEN]
10. Lost My Love to the Smoking Gun
11. Nicotine Dream [TAKEN]
12. Undercoat
13. Raspberry Tongue [TAKEN]
14. Lips of a Swordfish
15. The Secret Jungle [TAKEN]
16. Vagabond
17. My Present to You
18. Sandalwood and Cinnamon [TAKEN]
19. Here We Were [TAKEN]
20. Flee Across the Desert

I would like to claim

-Nicotine Dream

I'll try and get it to you asap.

PLEASE AND THANK YOU

>~Spirit~>

I'll take 'Vagabond' please. I'll get it posted when I can.

LET'S GO GUYS! C'mon. Lively up yourself. Do you have fingers? Do you have a brain?
I don't see the problem then!

I'll take Concrete Footprints, please.

Liberty Dust please!

Some title takers, not bad. But what I'd really like to see is a poem!

Here Is Mine, I wrote this in under five minutes, enjoy!

Liberty Dust-

Walking barefoot has never felt this good,
to throw restrictions further
and burden a bloated river.
I run with cold toes
planting journeys on wet farmland
yet I can taste everything.
Home.
I don't have one
but wherever you are
that's where I will be.
Do not take this dawn for granted
because when the sun sighs
I can discern your breath
among the berries and shimmer.
The dancing birds show me
I am heading
towards perfection.
I am crossing destiny
but it carries me
into a lighted ballroom.

Spitting Venom.

He spits venom on reckless minds.
The sly snake chokes me,
And strangles me with lies.
Its fangs pierce me,
It goes deep into my skin.
The deceit, it burns me.
It eats me up inside,
With delusions enforced,
That confuses my mind.
The bite worsens, the saliva stings.
I become unfocused.
With no sense of direction,
I see hallucinations.
With every terrifying scare,
I know they aren't real.
But I beg to the snake,
To save me from fear.
He grabs my face,
And with my eyes traumatized,
He smirks at this sight,
And reassures me it's alright.
I know it's a lie,
But this pain I can't bear.
I let him spit his venom,
Though I know it's his plan.
To relieve me from terror,
Only to bite me again.
With every hiss of his mouth,
I am tangled in his tongue.
The snake, it whispers,
I believe it each time.
His words, so poisonous.
His venom is strong.
I tried sucking out the poison,
And tasted the truth.
This concoction that was sweet,
Like sugar in my mouth,
Was all but a trap.
This venom is now bitter,
But it lingers in my mouth.
He spits on my face,
And kills me with his shrieks,
Oh how naive I was.
This traitor was unnoticed.
He spits his words of venom,
And watches you crumble.
He watches you ache,
Then laughs when you break.
And shoots out his final words.
As venom drips from his lips.
He'll whisper you cruelty,
So tyrant and betraying.
He will admit all his lies,
Then confess his one truth.
You are pathetic and weak.
You were your own bait to my plan.
I got what I wanted,
And now I'm moving on.
To someone as foolish,
As senseless as you.
So he finds a new prey,
And reels her in,
With whispers of his tongue,
Spitting venom of lies.

I have another one if that is alright.

Slowly-

I have picked fruits of the finest love
for a man who I may never meet.
I imagine we will have our fill
drinking natural sweetness
from the patterns of true color.
I may know you or you might
be a perfect stranger
but I do grasp understanding
we will stop time soon.
I will wait until I am called
because running through thorns
is not worth instant satisfaction,
in time a frail rose will appear
and you and I hand-in-hand
will care for petals of the soul.

Raspberry Tongue, please.

Thanks.

Raspberry Tongue

Your lips are candy coated hell,
made with all of the best ingredients.
Sweet and sour at the same time,
hot and cold; twice the burn.

Hands made of the finest there is,
perfect to deceive little ol' me.
Soft when gliding across my skin,
rough like sandpaper to my heart.

Those eyes are puddles of liquid love,
inviting me to take a dive into them.
Shining brightly under the stars,
burning a hole through my heart.

That tongue; a deep shade of red,
it tastes of the ripest raspberries.
I inhale a sweet scent with my mouth,
so sweet, you'd never guess it was fatal.

Briana Coulter
07.08.10

When She Was Good
(if I can)

When She Was Good

Behind those eyes of emerald green,
Lay a mind so obscene,
Stolen from a cradle of white,
She was exposed to a world of night,

It seems When She Was Good,
Only she could
Dazzle the stars with her charm and wit,
And slither through the darkness without a hit.

But when she was bad,
The angels were mad,
Screaming her name,
In both pity and shame

Until only deception was left,
And then she lay down to accept her death.

8/7/10.
Poppy-Jayne

Can i please get Lost My Love to the Smoking Gun

Can I have Centuries?

Nicotine Dreams
by Spirit

Let me ride on bliss colored waves
Then be poured into oblivion.
Eyes on skin, lips make friends
With hands . . . everywhere
Living for such moments

Lying in the darkness a flawless imperfection
No Venus De Milo, no Statue of David
Simply flaunting worshiped faults
while tinged in raw desire.

Swimming toward pure ecstasy
I shun the Dawn's new claim.
Keeping stable arms around me
Yearning the sun to burn the day
I want only now

A now awakened body fights to drive sanity away
Let the demon retreat into a crevice
that's enveloped by life's mundane circumstances
never to escape again

But the viscous cycle must repeat
Dependency forbids my leave
Pleasure's only an hourglass
While love is in nicotine dreams

Is it too late to join? If not then I'll take Sandalwood & Cinnamon. Sounds like fun to try a write that. It'll be in soon, latest tomorrow evening.

Sandalwood & Cinnamon ~ By Kimberley B.

Sandalwood and cinnamon
The smell of your sunburned skin
It was the rights of summer
And we were barely seventeen
We lived for the moments
By the waters colored aquamarine
New cut grass and sage
My favorite novel had sand in every page
Each kiss we shared under the sun
And every intimate touch
Led up to the nights together
That were always too much
Sandalwood and cinnamon
One night in your car I let you in
You and I swore to eternity
But it was just a fleeting moment
The leather irritated my skin
But that night was heaven sent
Rosemary and thyme
The smell on you that wasn't mine
We were young back then
And we gave it all up to the feeling
But I still don't regret
The virtues that we were stealing
Sandalwood and cinnamon
A trace of you on the winter wind
And I'm glad that I let my summer love in

Gonna give this a few more days. Get your poems in.

The Secret Jungle

I can't keep fighting myself
armed with nothing but
regret. I said I was sorry
and they landed me here
in this secret jungle inside
my mind.

These thoughts--
my thoughts are like
animals. Lashing out at
me from the depths of the night.
Coming at me from all corners
of the horizon and I have only
one defense mechanism.

waking up.

What happens when I can't wake
up and I'm lost inside this place.
A secret place created by the inner
workings of this twisted
brain of mine. Lost
forever with creatures
too strong and too wild
for me to tame.

I can't ask for help,
send out flames
to signal my destruction.
No one can save me
from myself.

Any more poems?

I've read the ones posted and ranked them, but I would prefer to have a bigger pool to pull from.

Anyone who has reserved a title but has not submitted a poem, you have now lost your place.

Everyone else: Check the titles for more options!
I'll give this contest a couple more days (just in case).

Can we submit more then one poem?

Sure! 2 max.

Awesome. I can do another one! Lol... umm I'd like Centuries if possible. Will be in latest tomorrow night. :)

Welp, you guys are taking too long.

Contest closed.

Winner: Nicotine Dreams by Spirit. Well done.

Honorable Mentions: Sandalwood & Cinnamon by Emotional Cacophony, and Liberty Dust by You Found Me. Also well done.

Tough call, there were some decent poems here.

Spirit, I'll R/R/C your poems today at some point.