Survivor Voting 2- All are welcome

Hello guys, sorry I'm a day late, got called into work yesterday and I was supposed to be off.

A member from each tribe did not turn in their poems (Courageous Dreamer/ Narph) so they will no longer be in the competition :/

Here are the poems from challenge 2. Remember you can vote for any and all poems and ANYONE can vote, (even people no longer player, public, redemption island girl baha!) Rank each poem with a score out of 1-10 and PM me you choice(s)

You have only a few days because the loser of this challenge will meet with Britt for a dual on redemption island.

Please turn in all votes by Friday Morning :) Redemption island will begin Friday night.

#1 Grit
by: Abracadabra

Think of the seed
splitting, splitting
tearing itself apart
shooting for the sun

Think of my mother
a screeching babe on her back
running ten miles to hospital
in the darkest winter

Things do not go quietly.
A meteor burns fiercely
before turning into rock and
a lone man without faith
sees a shooting star
and runs toward its light.
For a time,
perhaps a very short time,
filled with danger and magic,
we rage against the landscape.

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#2 Untitled
by: Jenni Marie

Stiffen up that upper lip,
tears are only for the weak,
not like you dear,
your emotions are only
another oppenent waiting to
be knocked down and smited.

for you're wrapped up in strength
and dignity, with a sleeping lion
under your ribcage, waiting for
his time to pounce and
counter their attack.

life is nothing but your
evergrowing garden and you
choose whether to tend it or
simply let it die, choose the
right decision and you'll find
you'll always end up on top.

"be knocked down and smited
counter their attack
you'll always end up on top."
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#3 Flares
by: Colm

The candle you lit on winter nights
has worn down to the wick. The crimson
wax has all but consumed itself.
I never wanted to spare you -

You can squint in semi-darkness and
toss the bed at night. I no longer need
the onion in your eyes or
the cordial you brewed in your heart,

You will always be an asterix on my
epitaph. I hope to forever be the photo album
you can't let dust settle on and I will never forgive
the words we whispered, the flares of innocence.
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#4 Sumo
POTP

You may know me as a five foot seven
kindred spirit, expressing love to strangers
in a quiet and respectful manner.
But to get there, I had to survive.
Everyone assumes I would never have a
brawl with darkness, never be in the center
of a wrestling ring, yet that is where I learned
development is a skill you need to harness,
not expect;
Home never had four walls to be a shield
so I had to master emotions and rely on
the effort of moving mountains before me.

Jonokuchi (the lowest division) was always
the hardest as my opponent introduced fist
to chest where bones protruded,
eyes dimming, heart palpitating...
yet I was not left for dead.
The exertion of combating unfamiliar demons
has not disqualified me from being champion.

I forced you out of the circular ring,
in full contact with your mind, plans, soul,
forcing them all to leave these boundaries
for I carry tradition and you carry scandal.

I prevailed, exerting a spirit well worn with
helping others and in exchange, strength
from those who nourished my bones
with positive energy.
I shall not be a lackluster memorabilia-
applause still vibrates though the
Madison Square Garden arena where
my blood serves as a testimony of evolution.

I don't need a translator, for someday
my actions will be an anthem of motivation
for every nation.

My survival will not just be a reference, but
a venerable way to live.
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#5 Rest in Peace, nevermore
The Huntress

I know I never dug deep enough
into myself, hand always close
to the ribs, not holding on
to eyelids, feeling like
all muses seem fleeting.

In front of me, I see dreams
that aren't mine, limbs
that tangle in ways that melt
like wax, leaving burning marks
all over me, my imagined poetry and skin,
whilst I lie, near the edge of my bed.

There's something about blankets in winter
that feel like funeral shrouds, perhaps
because the carcass of you still crawls
around my body, not realising I'm getting
tired of caring, tired of kissing ghosts.

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#6 How We Survive.
by: Amy

Cold rainy nights or
hot summer evenings,
This is simple;

There is no food or water,
left to consume.
In this kind of survival.

An echoing sound,
of crying animals.
Drives us crazy;

We also tire out fast for
there is no nourishment,
But it doesn't do much harm.

We cannot bare the pain
and emotion we go through.
The suffering is too much;

We tell more lies and
we keep more secrets.
But that is how we survive.

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#7 Choose Your Death Wisely
by: Larry

When uncovered on field of battle
it's hard not to focus on just getting
out with the bones and skin intact.
Winning must be more than surviving.

Reaching beyond the bombs,
I must stretch myself to imagine
making a war-zone broadcast.
It must convey the stark message

that in this arena many combatants
will not live to stand and fight
but die sudden and untested,
never to cross swords with me

because they cross trip wires or
step on hidden mines. Caution!
Come find a hero's honorable death
or face an ignoble obliteration.
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#8
Two Tribes
by: Nicko

Raging desert wind
Sands swirled into spirals
Then buffeted bludgeoned
To death
Mere puppets in a storm

Air sucked from lungs
Every fold, crevice, filled to overflowing
Inescapable, torn bare
Sanded to the bone
Carrion, fodder for the crows

Every drop of moisture to dissipate
The soul evaporated
Stretched out like bleached cardboard
Sheets to dry
In the sun
We pick their bones white

All laid out in a row
Once a herd
Once a race
This tribe no more

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#9 Misleading Masks
by: Baby Rainbow

Hiding behind your misleading masks, you feel secure with anonymity, brave with the false pretence of your invisibility. But
my slyness is my sword.

Gathering in a secret location
to plot your strategies, and plan
your cunning revenge. But,
my silence will be my shield.

Fooled with the knowledge
that you know the rules of the game, tricked by your components, because
only the strongest will survive.

Sorry guys! Thought I'd have time but this week I'm suddenly swamped with exams/assignments/extracurriculars, etc that I wasn't expecting. :(
But GOOO TRIBE 2!!

Just wanted to thank everyone for voting. Ive been getting a lot of messages, sorry I didnt reply individually....

voting is open til tomorrow Morn :)

Squirrel!

This is gonna take months lady lol

It's in danger of losing momentum. Chels must be a busy bee. Ideally each round should take no more than a week (3-5 days writing, 2 days voting). I hope the redemption round is run in parallel with the next normal round otherwise it really will take ages, unless more people are eliminated per round.

For people who wait til the last day to turn in poems its funny how quick people want me to be to post things.

Unfortunately I got called into work Friday and Saturday!! :( worked 10 hrs it sucked.

Tonight results will be up.

redemption island is only 1.5/2 days. its very quick between the 2 competitors.....and with the way that people turn in their poems, i bet there will be more elimated because I'm sure not a lot of people can make a 2 day deadline. haha.

results tonight. tribal Counsel tonight! I shall return.

P.s it will be parallel abs....redemption people just have a shorter deadline :)

results by 8 p.m :)

RESULTS!!!

This challenge I will NOT release individual scores, rather, just tribe totals :) Mwaha!

Lets give it up for Tribe 2 with a huge comback!

Tribe 1 = 423

Tribe 2 = 298

Dun Dun Dun!!!

Lets see who will face Britt at Redemption island.

May I remind you kittens, since you all skimmed my "how to play the game" thread a few months ago...you may have forgotten ALL of you have ONE individual immunity idol. If you feel threatened and you would like to use it you may PM me that you are going to use your idol, in which case would send the second person with highest number of votes to redemption.

I did still reveal the names of who wrote what poems :)

PM me Tribe 2 with who you are voting for . I'll give you all day tonight and Monday Afternoon :)

Wow so they have no idea strategy wise who got the least votes??

Not this time... surprise! :)

hope I didnt screw anyones strategy up....but this is survivor after all!

Yay! We won! Go tribe 1!

Woop! Well done tribe 1 :) xxx

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