P&Q Talent Show Voting

Please read each of the following poems, and Pm me with your votes. There are 7 poems, but only 4 can go into round 2.... so please vote for each poem, with a yes or no vote. YOU MUST VOTE 4 YES AND 3 NO. this will keep the voting fair.

YOU CANNOT VOTE YES FOR YOUR OWN POEM!!

Example: something like this
1- yes
2. no
3. yes
4. no
5. yes
6. no
7. yes

Voting closes Saturday night, I will post round 2, and the winners going through, on Sunday.

PLEASE EVERYONE VOTE!!

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#1
Twentyonedays

Two numbers that can change a mindset.
A human brain needs time to change,
like the cycle of the moon
or sand falling through glass,
we require twenty-one days.

A cigarette burns like a beacon,
it removes doubt and cuddles your mind,
it strokes your inner thoughts and whispers,
Oh so gently into your ear,
have another drag.

That shot glass fits finger and thumb,
feeling like a part that has fallen off.
It's sweet innards carry us away from here,
to a reality that needs no coping,
a place where we are equal
even in our daughters eyes.

A change of attitude turns slowly,
the meek bloom from extinguished self doubt,
a feel of real worth bathes their fears
washing them away forever,
a new man, a new start.

Twenty-one days
the cigarette is cancer on a stick
the shot glass is a bullet in your hand,
A brain can be reprogrammed.

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#2
Her Tale Of Woe

Laying down staring at the moon,
A girl of nineteen seemed to appear
Stunning was she though she'd never let it show
Beseeching she said,"Let me tell you the story of my fall"
Mesmerised by her plea all though was gone
Taking the silence as a yes she began her tale of woe

"As a child i saw the world as it truly seemed to be
No innocence to hide behind
Yet that's what the heart craved
So as to please both the heart and soul
I made a companion
An imaginary friend I believe the term is called
I had named her Bella"

At that last word her voice cracked
Breathing softly to keep the tears at bay
Her voice went low
And began once again

"She was temptation to most if any truly saw her
Silver hair violet eyes creamy pale skin
I really could go on and on but I shall not
The thing that brought me to my knees was the goodness and innocence of her heart"

Tears escaped their prison
Time almost seemed to slow
Yet all she wished was for it to reverse
Though it never would

"We really had everything five year old girls could ever want
Yet we knew our family would ruin it all
Sanity my family couldn't claim
Like a coward I went to slumber deep within
My bride could deal with them for i knew she'd never break"

Sad violin music the heart played
Painful and slow it still appeared whole
But the tale continued on

"Years passed and traumatic events just became a sad pile
The gracious and warm hearted girl I promised to love forever died
A pessimist seemed to bloom and flourish with every sunrise.

Hardly any saw the girl I made and swore to cherish
Only three souls seemed to pentrate her spiked castle
Myself, her first love and a man she shouldn't have let in

Insane was the pain I let her suffer
Thinking back it's a miracle she lasted two months after my reawakening
Strong she had looked but like Cinderella the magic was gone at midnight

Planning her last scheme she didn't care who stood in her way
Friend or foe they'd be used
Creating a reason for herself to commit suicide"

Mournfully she touched her wedding ring
Whispering softly the last part of her life
She looked at the moon

"After I had closed my eyes days before my high-school graduation
I saw her for the last time
She tenderly kissed me goodbye and said I'd always be her wife
Didn't know what she had meant till the next day..

So now sweet angel you know my tale
Tell God I'll be there later for i too need to say my own farewells"
With that she faded into the night

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#3
What we may capture

My sins will repeat themselves, even when
daylight nudges me, even when I am fully aware
of all the trust I have been building within myself.
We wilt like roses, living inside cliches when others feed
us and we somehow drink from the fountain of life,
yet never understand why or where we're supposed
to travel from there.
And the cinematographers focus on new angles,
editing out mistakes, cutting aged stories that only
cause our hearts to grow tired.
But those stories once colored us,
and though we still may decay, recovering from
what we learned would be temporary,
we are storytellers.
And our antiquity sounds within us until
we are living proof that we are not simply
bodies to gaze at in motion;
we are prayers and ink and newfound breath
and gasping roots and spring's brightest bloom and
rising sufferers and light seekers and followers
of

hope.

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#4
My Window

Opening to the world,
the window in my room.
No bars, yet a prisoner
resides inside this tomb.

Sad eyes watch the seasons,
Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall
as they seemingly change
with no reason at all.

Watching people walk by,
they smile, laugh, no sound heard
by these anxious deaf ears.
Imposed silence preferred.

With imagination,
stories are created.
Happy or sad endings,
my choice debated.

For a moment in time
outside my world, life blooms,
this prisoner is freed,
hope and happiness looms.

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#5

Title: The Lavalier

Outside the rustic porch,
near the stairs that bloom with magnolias,
a dim light highlights the braided daisies in your hair.
While at the corner in the roof - a candle, white and pure,
sways from a rope attached from a hook
just like my heart does for you.

It seems as if each step your hands give
towards opening the front door-
where dreams are the entrance to your home,
spark a fire in its mesh, a burning desire
to melt its wax with the heat of your touch.

Even the old swing flirts with your skirt
as the wind swirls a mischievous breeze
against its black dotted fabric.
The wooden floors kiss your sandals
with a squeaky passion heard by the entire boulevard,
And let's not forget, how the rural windows
stalk your eyes until your legs feel,
a creeping rush to refuge in your room:
The sanctuary where a wall mirror
reflects my presence in your collarbone,
the jewel everyone dreams to kiss
but that only I do.

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#6
Title: Soulmates Never Die

You got me through it all;
you always gave me an umbrella
when I wept tsunamis;
you always turned yourself into a lightning rod
whenever I needed to scream thunders

You were the pillar that kept my roof up;
that one anchor I had to make me stay in place
so that I wouldn't drift out into the ocean;
now that you're gone I've left home,
sleeping in the beds of strangers

You were the only one to hear my real voice
when I spoke about evil,
and what evil is,
how evil I thought I was,
and soothed me, you understood,

I could tell you about the nightmares, the flashbacks triggered,

of when I was but an elementary student,
and how I thought God hated me, and that I was evil,
and me being evil is why the adults pretended not to notice
that evil men showed me evil things;
and that the adults pretended not to notice
that I tried to kill myself for the first time at age 9

But you did understand
You kissed me on my forehead
and told me that I'm beautiful--
that the only beauty worth having
is the beauty of bitter scars,
showing that you've survived

I found solace in your embrace
as the wrecking ball of old memories ached
whenever I remembered that
as a child, I saw evil so many times
that I don't have any fond memories

But then you were gone,
and I'm sitting here alone inside these walls
afraid to enter the world again,
of having to face evil alone

Best friend, my lover, my reason,
without your laughter and smiles,
all my serenity exploded
and left me in a thousand pieces

And I'm picking them up, one by one,
my lover, my friend, you, my place of rest,
it is for you that I'm picking myself up again
so that the next time you see me,
I've become a house called home again

I simply can't dream of a future
that doesn't have a place for
us laying in the grass, just watching stars again

that's why the only prayer I have left to keep me going
is that only truth left Brian Molkos throat
when he sang that
"soulmates never die"

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#7
Rewritten

Twinkle, twinkle little star
Last night I wondered where you are
Nothing is the same now
That you've left us nothing to wow.

Scream, scream little star
Don't you know you're my favorite scar
Left me broken down
Made me a joke in this stupid town.

Rage, rage little star
Why cant I be the one so far
Anything to get away
From this hell begging me to stay.

Whisper, whisper little star
Release us from this world of tar
You cant leave us here
Not when you are what we fear.

Live, live little star
What if love is all we are
Tell us everything's alright
We have you till dawn's sweet light.

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Come on people, need more than 4 votes????

Please keep voting, so I can post round 2 tonight!!

Voted!

Thanks for voting - still tied, since there have only been 5 votes.