P&Q Round 2 voting

Please read each poem, and PM me with the TWO poems that you want to WIN.
The numbers don't have to be in order you want them to win, there is no points here. The 2 poems with the most votes will go through and go head to head in round 3 for the winner.

PLEASE EVERYONE VOTE!! THESE CHALLENGES DON'T WORK WITHOUT YOUR VOTES! :(

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#1
Spinning the wedding band.

Band on table, glistening offering hope,
my eyes cannot register any promise,
spinning with index finger, losing scope,
those vows I offered, I now dismiss.

I promised you a husband full of life,
making a bed for both of us, carrying your fears,
why aren't you ashamed to be called my wife?
my confidence is washed away with tears.

Spinning in finger, annoying noise on table,
losing myself in the moment, slinking away,
there was a time I was strong, I was able,
now I am a useless carcass, regurgitating dismay.

As the spinning increases, my finger becomes raw,
my mind turning and burrowing deep within,
to wake from a slumber daily, is now a chore,
I would much rather fester, then sit and weep.

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#2

The Parasol ( Story Poem )

Near the shoreline, where furious waves
meet the sand, a red crab - with a strong claw
gripped to rocks, observed attentively
your hand reach out to me.

Not long ago -- I watched from beside you,
how oceanic waves moistened you with flirts
by splashing your toes with salt
to later titillate a chuckle out of you.
Immediately, I felt how the intense sun
heated me with jealousy and how
the seagulls swirled in circles above my head
as if mocking me with every tide
that kissed your skin.

I remember, the blue skies - getting clouded
like your eyes, irradiated fewer rays of ecstasy
every time your legs submerged deeper and deeper
into the ocean's lascivious provocations,
And how the wrecked-boats - crashed amongst
the shoreline's rock, creaked loud warnings
to those sailing far down into the high waves,
Yet no matter how loud the boats creaked,
your hips continued waddling through tides
as if trying to ebb into a fading sun,
leaving me stranded on the sand.

It was then that a frustrated wind - with a gust of rain,
slapped your face. Your expression, troubled and
in fear, looked back at the shore as if trying to find me,
but your torrents of regrets angered the ocean.
Waves rose past your hair like a tsunami trying to drown you
and keep you with its strength, that's when your hand -
extended to the sky as pleading for mercy,
remembered me: the long walks along the shoreline,
where I protected you from the sun, from the rain
by just holding my hand.

At that moment, a red crab - with a strong claw
gripped to giant rocks, observed attentively your hand
drowned slowly in the ocean of your own regrets,
to then with its other claw, grip tighter to the giant rocks.

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#3
The softest sound
reached for shape
and settled upon
drops of glass-like
rain falling from the
gardens of your
God forsaken bible
and whispered,

"Heaven
. . . is. . .
Falling."

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#4
Title: Scarlet Wings & Charcoal Scars

Daylight died as the twilight drew closer;
with every breath she forced out
butterflies dripped from her split tongue
and the clock stopped ticking,
as if perpetuating the dark hour
would stop destiny's scythe

When she promised me unconditional love,
I became like a bull in a china shop:
stumbling over her shallow wishes
breaking the stained glass floor
with razor-sharp stiletto heels
dressed in rainbows and diamond smiles

She turned me into a dream-dancer,
moving beyond disconnected false realities
to the beat of her heartbeat closer --
showing me the truth of fatalism
as her scarlet wings sprouted
from the charcoal scars on her back

She grabbed my aching hands
and spirited me away
from the pointless and hollow
dreamless, sleepless, painful land of lies
that had always wounded us both
whenever we had to force a smile --

She took me to infinity and flew right by
the ashes of phoenix universes reincarnating
the true goddess from the underworld,
and painted mountains of corpses piled
to make me realize that even
Gods and Ghosts must die

We landed on the ivory tower
that we built from scarred dead skin,
and stacks of gold crowns and bronze swords
piled as bricks glimmering with devoted glue:
and I saw the evanescent shines reflected
in her eyes solemnly sworn to witness my rebirth

Because all I knew before meeting her
was the dread of monotonous everyday life
and hopes of magic breaking the mundane
through my sleepless state of gray mind, blind;
at the time I knew neither love nor hate
because I was always stuck in between

And then I finally knew what she meant
when she said that we were entangled
in the pure white spider web
woven from the threads of fate:

because when her wings embraced me
and her lithe body echoed mine,
she kissed me for the first time
and I knew that I wanted to be stuck
in this disconnected and dreamy eternity

For despite that even Gods and Ghosts must perish
we made our love too strong to ever die

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