HG - Round #2 (Poems)

#1 (Proceed To Die)

Flexing my fingers to callously crack crooked bones...

I eyed up the prey and lay in wait behind my own sweetness
for a moment to strike,
My mind freeing a blood thirsty madness...

As my target quaked and quivered, time quickened...
No-one was safe and only I would survive.

I clawed at her loosened skin...
Until she was ripped of the humanity that blackened the sun.

Hourglasses shattered as the weaknesses appeared
and who lay before me would not, could not, meet my gaze...
for she walked murder into my grasp.

My breath smelt deadly toxic as I kissed poison
on her cheeks and she gladly begged for life,
to which I refused.

My lips breathed a cackle as tears choked her once star like eyes...
Wickedness escaped me and death entered the fallen.

Now I shall proceed.

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#2 (Innocence)

I stalked her so silently
that the mere thought
of catching her closely
sent shivers up my spine -
this was a clever game
of hide and seek,
when she suddenly
slipped into slumber,
my heart hurt
hovering with anticipation.

I stalked her so silently
and smiled when she
would turn her head
sensing something
lurking in the laughter,
desperately searching
for shadows in the darkness,
shadows she shouldn't find.

I stalked her so silently
that I began secretly
wishing I could tap into
her troubled temper
to understand what
would torture her
in a more satisfying way.

I stalked her so silently
she couldn't catch
my mirrored moment
of cold, beady eyes
staring softly to her soul,
and in that instant
driving the icicle
into the depths
of her innocent gasp,
I sweetly smiled.

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#3 (Falling Prey)

"Do not blink. Focus... Clear the mechanism ,
listen to its heartbeat get lost in the wind.
Steady now...Just as she looks up, release!"

I'm reminded of my dad at this very moment.
As a mother doe stands before me, pleading
with her eyes, that whoever is out there
spare her life and that of her child's.

I line my bow up with her left temple,
collapsing her just as she blinked.
Once upon a time, my heart would break
at the sight of any life lost, now
a single death ensures my survival.

Sharpening this bone of the squirrel
I cooked for breakfast, I plot
my strategy and rearrange it in my brain.
Skinning the deer has become my practice
of handling blood between my nails
and a lost life on my conscience.

Unaware of her name, or where she's from
I can smell the burning fire the fragile,
nervous girl built about 20 feet away.
Now is my time, I must go forth and
bargain with all I have.

Startled, as she heard the leaves rustle
positioning herself in a stance,
ready for battle. Her expression
so innocent, I saw she feared for her life.

"Forget finding food, friendship, and fearlessness
to fight. I come carrying carcass for consuming, care
to converse?"

Bewildered, she reluctantly sat leaning
against the bark of a tree. Her hands
trembled, and her lips quivered. Still,
not a word had been spoken.

I drape the deer skin around her body,
sacrificing my own discomfort for her trust.
Her body now fed, now warm, I encourage
her to sleep and offer my protection.
Its working, her heart confides in me-
It shouldn't.

Her head falls to her chest, and I wait
until her breathing is heavy, and her eyes
stop moving. This is my chance,
to be the savage I never thought I'd be.
I creep upon her, with all my strength
I thrust this sharpened bone
deep into her right temple.

Directly hitting the artery, that drains
all the blood from her brain. A twitch.
Two twitches. She is dead.

I remove the deer skin, take what's left
of the meat. Bury her under leaves and rocks.
Put out the fire and scurry into the woods.
I Scope the area for my next victim.
My face will offer sincerity, but my mind
craves to be deceitful. My heart
still condolences, but my hands
ache to be a murderer.

Who will be next to fall prey
to the trap of their enemy?

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#4 (Brumous Nightfall)

In late autumn the pitchy part of Paris
is a callous city, scorning nature,
dominated by ashen colors. Bright
billboards are tagged to facades
blackened by exhaust fumes,
setting a dingy differentiation,
which only intensifies the desolation.

That pitchy part of Paris isn't worthy
of carrying Mona Lisa's smile, yet
you absolutely are though your smile
surpasses any artistry almost certainly.

I light my cigarette while you tumble
through dreary streets, doubtlessly
a proud woman before life got you weary.
Whispering words as you stop and turn
my way; I fell for your eyes while yours
had yet to see me. Promenading among
moonbeams with you until we reach
the middle of the bridge.

Holding you, your heart hanging on lips,
that breathe new life into me when kissed.
When your lips trembled I couldn't help,
but to silence you with my halothane*
oozing gloves. Don't pule. Holding you
as your body grows numb.

One last daunting kiss before I hoist and
drop you; falling into the dark water.

Darling, tonight you'll sleep for good.

*halothane = sedative.

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#5 (The Eagles and I)

There were trees, huge but huge trees
- oaks, the biggest ones-
the biggest ones I had ever seen.

Their foliage was covered by birds-
many but many birds-
eagles and eagles were standing
in branches with leaves.

the sun penetrated
the orifices between each eagle;
showing unhatched eggs

within pecks-
their nests flourished
with more birds.

Then the female eagles started to soar
up and up towards the sky.
Later, it seemed as if the clouds
have cried, guts along with blood,
as the mothers let the food
fall in their chick's mouth

and as I watched everything from afar..

that's right, I was there -
I was hiding in a cave
looking at the storm of pecks,
animals and animals were being devoured
and I was there-
I was watching the rain of blood
falling upon the oak trees.

But soon, I had to run away,
I couldn't wait any other minute in there
those eagles were attacking in packs
no one could fight them back.

I had to run away,
my life was on the verge of death
and now, here I am
hiding behind bushes and bushes of thorns
watching as a group of guys
beat and almost kill that other one.

Should I help him out?
or should I run again?

I asked that to myself

" This time,
those five guys could be the eagles
and I could be their prey.
but it's not fair
a fight shouldn't be
many vs one
it's just not fair

but

this is a survival game,
I guess, one must do what those eagles did;
teamed up in order to survive
or else to die."

at least that's what I had in mind...

suddenly my foot touched a dry branch
and made it crack so loud
in seconds, every eye pierced my sight
and four guys were now coming to where I was.
'the fraidy-cat' - The guy the one about to die by the other guys-
looked at me in surprised as the remaining guy only watched.

I could only prayed "god, please, keep me alive"
Soon my feet skipped their warm up
to go straight into an intense work out.

I was running in circles and in circles but real fast.
Those guys could not catch me even if they tried too hard

Unfortunately, I didn't contemplate my circle's diameter
and one guy caught me by the wrist in no time.

But another one lost the cool in him,
he started aiming his knife to where I was,
and when the knife was about to land on my ribs,
I tripped, making the knife stabbed his friend
on the jugular. He fell on top of me,
as he looked at me in surprised, but I could only say
"hey, it was not my fault, please, blame your comrade not I"

Somehow, I managed to get away.
I kept running and so did the rest of the guys.
They were real mad. So I ran and ran
until again I reached the eagles land.
I was not sure whether to set a foot on that ground
but it seemed the eagles took a nap
because everything seemed real calm.

I stopped running when I reached the center of that land
my legs were tired, my knees felt weak
and my heart was about to come out.

Unfortunately, the guys caught up with my speed
They put me against an oak tree.
I felt on my knees while looking at the sky
with my arms held high.

when they were about to pierce my neck with their knives,
a chick fell into my arms. I raised my head higher
to only see a Haast eagle coming to pick his child.

I closed my eyes,
I raised the chick higher in my hands
to only feel how the chick was lifted from my arms.
I opened my eyes to the screeched of the guys.
They were ripped apart, right in front of where I was.

I killed them!! oh, god, I killed them!
because I took them to eagle's land.

I could only cry my way
towards a safety place
because that eagle spared my life.

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#6 (Predator)

Haunting flashbacks parade through thy mind, of a biting Siberian night,
where prey never did stand a chance, for it haplessly ran straight into a predator's jaws.

Air was chilly, while the night was hostile; and the little lost lamb was led towards certain slaughter
stumbling in unabashed terror, unable to find even footing, heartbeat rapidly rising
while the predator crouched in preparation, like a lion stalking it's next meal.

Adrenaline abundantly mounting, with claws curled and terrifying teeth bared,
readily waiting and willing to impale such a tiny, little lonely lost lamb.

Somewhat apprehensive, yet ripe to terminate, as heavy raindrops splattered to turbid ground;
while a howling wind crashed all around, causing temporary deafness and blindness for both
such an unequal opportunity, as they plummeted into one another;
a hastily grabbed, garbled and gambled opportunity, for the lost lamb felt it's bones fractured fragments
silently splintering, letting out a bellowing agonized shriek, quickly crumbling to the muddy floor.

Letting out an almighty feral ferocious, guttural growl, with shiny spiky teeth bared
mane flying freely in the bitter wind, eyes large with lust and greed, overtaking hunger
as the puissant predator lowered his unyielding form and tore into the lamb's throat.

Watching the life slowly drain into nothingness, little lamb twitching, with soaring fear,
while the lion hungrily tore apart his victim's flesh, leaving no part untouched
twitching, tossing, jerking;
Still.

Eyes clenched tightly shut, as the images filter maddeningly slowly across thy mind
Never asked for this, only it's kill or be killed;

...

and that lion was me.

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#7 (Substance Abuse)

I will be the last one standing;

You didn't realize my mind was the
crystallized cocaine that had been
inhibiting all your senses,
(and making my lust more dominant)-
you just thought it was adrenaline,
conscious calls and clever climaxes

that would make you survive.

I will be the last one standing;
for these hands and these thorny teeth
play no execution in my criminal liaison.
It is all my voice, this voice of
innocence you told yourself was for
teaching elephants how to trumpet,
when it was really for showing them
how to kill their beloved.

I will be the last one standing;

You near your way towards a cliff,
demonic tongues leading you to believe
there is a safe house hidden below-
"follow the path, leap to salvation,
and life is yours". I howl with every
piece of happiness I ever held in,

little angel, nine years old,
she doesn't play with knives anymore
on top of Mama's kitchen counter,

she is now the cutting tool
for suicide.

I will be the last one standing;
my thoughts have already performed
their homicide, but not on me darling,
for my passion trails forever...

and it is here, I will always
exist.

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#8 (Vengeance)

She hid; her heart ready for the hunt.
While she waited alone silently,
her heart rate began to increase
as she felt the adrenaline rush in.

(she was prepared to seek revenge)

Images of the past flashed in her mind,
when Evil tied her up and stole
the last pieces of her innocence,
and how her screams still remain unheard.

(one word: revenge)

She wanted to kill him then and there
but she planned it strategically
and trained herself for the battle,
the battle of vengeance.

(strength helped her survive)

Her body shivered even though
it was humid and a hundred degrees.
Rage engulfed her so she dug her long
nails into her palms, and felt the blood.

(blood didn't scare her)

When she heard his thumping footsteps,
she appeared out of the shadows and
showed him her strongest of faces,
with her sharpest weapon in her chest.

(he had the same nasty smirk)

They both held their swords and shields
and circled each other slowly.
She could smell the fear in his sweat,
while fury spread in her body like cancer.

(her eyes didn't blink)

He underestimated his opponent,
and didn't expect how cunning she'd be.
She uncovered his weakest spot and
flaunted her curves to distract him.

(he was panting like a wild donkey)

Right when he thought she couldn't
resist his touch, he inched his face closer
to hers - and that is when her sword
deeply cut into his heavy stomach.

(his blood was as dark as his heart)

As she watched him perish in pain,
she smiled and savored that moment,
stabbing him again - again - and again
until his pathetic sobbing stopped.

It's true what they said, revenge tastes bittersweet.

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#9

^ The contestant cannot make it through the contest.

SO, 2 only will be eliminated (from the 8 poems above) along this contestant.

* Results will be posted as soon as my judges hand in their comments and votes. It might take some time.

Hmm, I do not know what to think about these poems to be honest.

I am still wondering whether I liked the first rounds outcomes better than this one, so uncertain.

I'd love to hear some other opinions though. :)

I think I liked the first round poems better...
We are too nice to write about murder, but some great pieces nonetheless.

I agree... the first round had prettier poems!

Totally agree girls. I can tell these were tough to write

Edit: pretty? Lmao abed thinks the first round was prettier, wonder why? Because you chose the second round and made us MURDERERS! Which is not pretty lol!

At least you finally read them Abed. :P

LOL .. who told you I read themmm?? :P

I only red like 3 lines of each poem haha

tonight I will read them all

Uhhn well then you can't state your opinion yet then lol

Lol @ the prettier comments. Duhhhh. :P

Lol Abed, you're lame.

Yes, yes he is. I'm down with throwing tomaters at him hahaha

Oh shut up! you don't even have the guts to shoot at a tomato!

Hahah you guys are funny!

I loved reading the poems! Everyone took their own spin on it.... For some reason I was expecting the poems to be more gory and violent lol

I'm afraid that this contest is dominated by females, who refuse to be violent in public(or at all) :P

Chelsey isn't afraid to shoot tomatoes - I've watched her shoot all kinds of stuff before, haha.

I don't know Jenni, some people call me violent. I don't know whyyy they'd say that.

Haha Britt ^ Surely not

I think as females we should make a stand and shoot Abed!!! LOL Jokes...Hahaha...
Cruel man ;)

Can't wait to read the judges comments and see the results...and I hope round 3 is somewhat sweeter.

I wish I knew why they say that lol.

I can be too passive agressive myself lol

Thank you britt....I shoot guns and bows...I will have my smart chemically engineerd boyfriend specifically design a gun to shoot tomatoes and then wah'la! All the ladies will have one and you'll smell like a f'ing garden bro lmao

I'm not passive aggressive.....lmao. Okay who am I kidding.

LOL Chels I think a spud gun would work better - more impact. Bwahah.

All I know is he better start kissing ass. Hahaah

I'm not fond of guns.. I'll go with slingshots lol.

Jen, don't be lame, you want to knock out a pigeon or abed? Come onnow lmao

Hahaha ^^ cracking up...

Sorry Chels, not hiding anything in a box. lol

Lmao inside joke* don't distract me with that again

Back to the slingshot, I take back what I said. Aim it at his balls haha

Will look at though he had his monthlies if I throw tomatoes there lmao.

Ewwww jen hahaha his man period...omg you went there. On the main forum! We must run away I won't allow our inappropriateness on here hahaha

There are only few people in this thread anyways, but okay. I'll behave lol

And most of us are women, and men have it easy so we are entitled to lay into them...Haha

You guys make me laugh...going off topic

Tara if you knew what I just said to Chels, she hasn't replied yet, still shocked lmao I thought it was funny

Hahaha I can't guess...

Hahah you girls are hilarious! Yes maybe since this is a female-dominate thread, we should all get together and plan something awesome! ;)

I can suggest a thing :P

.... go gather in a kitchenn

and bake me some goodies..... food and desserts ....

;)

That was the nicest way a man has ever said "go make me a damn sandwich" hahaha

Hahahah Britt so true!!

Okay Abed we will cook you a grand feast.... wear something loose and comfortable ;P

Sara...Loose and comfortable...what are u planning?
lOL

Abed.....the day I make you a sandwhich is the day you push a baby out of your crotch lol

Regarding inappropriateness on this thread:

*sigh*

:8-[

At least it went both ways, bahahah

No AC/DC jokes, please.

:8-)