Challenge Voting Part B

Here are the poems from the prompts given to you by another member.

PLEASE PUT THE LETTER B BEFORE YOUR VOTE.

Voting will close Tuesday, and results posted Wednesday.

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B1
To Whom It May Concern.

Last night I stumbled across an old empty home,
sitting at the bottom of an unlit boulevard that no one truly knows.

I approached closer and closer to the ancient wooden door,
I found that it was open my time to explore.

Beyond the dull entrance
and into the hall
the floor boards creaked,
its sound breaking the suffocating silence.

I glance around shivers trembling down my spine,
as one frightening thing catches my eye.

A spirit of a ghost girl with missing beauty,
her piercing screams going straight through me.

I ran as fast as I could to escape the nightmare of blood-curling screams.
Maybe it was her cry for help as mental as it may seem.

Filled with regret,
a sense of despair
I know I won't be going back in there.

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B2
Title: Guilty Remorse

I was presumed guilty of killing myself...

I lived a life as if I were deceased:
isolated, secluded, buried six feet
inside the coffin of my own conscious self.
Plus, for years, many saw me stalked Death,
So when they saw maggots eating my flesh,
And those vultures swirling above my head,
They left
then came back
just to give a proper burial to my remains,
Though my eeriness of departure
did not allow me to kill myself nor did
my urgent appeal to Death -
"to take me with her," was ever heard,
So when they came back and felt my breath,
they killed themselves.

And I, too, out of remorse, killed myself.

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B3
Title: Let's Pretend

Let's pretend for a second
that the next time we meet
we'll be strangers again.

Let's pretend that beyond
the vague first impressions
lies stomach butterflies of a forever tonight:

This, my love, is our story,
and I'm ready to drop my limitations
and live and love in the moment again.

Because our bond was always painted
in the colours of mirrors unbroken,
reflecting what we could be, but weren't.

So let's pretend we're strangers again.
Grant us both a fresh start and Band-Aids for our wounds,
because me having stopped bleeding was my truest lie.

And I'm not over you, stranger,
so don't hide behind the anxious heartbeats:
don't let the demons play symphonies of our tragedies --

Let's pretend, my lover, for forever
that we're ready to not be strangers again,
and that your tears are of joy and laughter.

Let's pretend that we're strangers,
so that maybe we can fall in love again.

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B4
Forbidden Freedom

Sinking in this self made mire
of vaporous dreams,
a hiding place I once thought
left behind.
I ponder on the devils promise
once so blithely given.
And miss the naive child
within my mind.
The way things were,
temptation knocked and always
I would answer
with a smile.
Forbidden freedom
found within the needle, lifted
grey of humdrum world
for just a while.
I know I need to leave,
to let the cool of winters
night remove the heat
of devils curse.
Yet soaring up above
this dreamland,
angels tears would
only make it worse.
Sinking in this self made mire
of vaporous dreams
I spread my wings
and fly.
Tomorrow I may rise
without a trace
then wish you and the world
goodbye.

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B5
After the storm...

After the storm-the bitter storm,
the tree off life-uprooted-lay oh so forlorn.
After the storm-the bitter storm,
the remains of yesterdaylay fragmented on the lawn.
After the storm-the bitter storm,
the wings of love's (dead) butterflies, were torn.

After the storm-the bitter storm
my last chance was lost-to my enemy sworn.
After the storm-the bitter storm,
skeletons danced as if they'd been reborn.
After the storm-the bitter storm,
her dark dreamland-was lost to the morn'.

After the storm-the delightful storm,
the tree of life's seeds were sown.
After the storm-the delightful storm,
the remains of yesterday, shone, like dew at dawn.
After the storm-the delightful storm,
the wings of love's butterflies, once again, perfectly formed.

After the storm-the delightful storm,
my last chance-once lost-was to me again sworn.
After the storm-the delightful storm,
skeletons sang,a song I cannot recall.
After the storm-the delightful storm,
her dark dreamland washed upon the shore.

After the storm, the delightfully bitter storm,
God's image-mankind-through mother earth, was born.

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Great poems, good luck all!

Not easy but choice made. Good luck everyone!

Wow!!! goosebumps and racing heart, you guys did amazingly great, it was difficult but the choice has been made :-)