think you're original?

I'd like to try my hand at judging a contest, because I'm trying to find something to read with some originality. I want to read something I've never read before, whether it's unique in style or subject or both. Show me something I'd never think of. You're free to submit anything you've ever written.

Contest closes for judging after 15 entries are recieved.

No rules as to content.

1st prize - 5 honest, thoughtful comments
2nd prize - 3 honest, thoughtful comments
3rd prize - 1 honest, thoughful comment

I'm not going to promise slots on my favorites, but note that if you really are original, it's quite likely.

~Not Another Word Said~

Each hand tied to a post,
she has no clue where she is.
A guy in the room starts to boast,
because he knows she's his.

She realizes her legs are also strapped,
to the bottom of the bed.
She starts to scream and she gets slapped.
"Not another word said."

He slowly removes all her clothes,
as if he's done this before.
He starts to brag, without self louthe,
saying, "it's just another stupid who**."

He sits on the bed next to her,
and tells her what he's going to do.
Another guy in the room says, "are you sure,
think of all that you will put her through."

He says, "shut the fu** up you pansy,
you said that you were in."
Then the other guy says, "no I'm out,
this is more than just a sin."

He says, "fine, fu** you, then leave,
I'm still going to do what I set out to."
The other guy says, "fine, you will be sorry,
look at what you're about to do."

He leaves and the other guy continues,
saying, "it is finally time,
when I become your mate,
and your virginity becomes mine."

Without time to scream or fight,
the deed is already done.
She had no way out, no way to leave.
No place that she could run.

~Sean Dohr~

~The Enabler~

They call him the enabler,
the man sitting in that chair.
Solves other people's problems,
drowns in his selfless cares.

A man of age and wisdom,
of courage and of might.
Does what's best for others,
but not always what is right.

Does nothing for himself,
but always seems content.
It's as if he knows, eventually,
his good deeds will pay the rent.

The rent to everlasting life,
a one way ticket into heaven.
A never ending, soaring flight,
to be one in God's own brethren.

Closest to an earthly saint,
that I have ever seen.
Incapable of accepting hate,
how can a man be so serene.

~Sean Dohr~

~!*Once in a lifetime love~!*

Her memory he cant seem to erase
He doesn't know why anyone would want to
she had such intelligence along with elegance and grace

With Her smile engraved in his head
He cant help but to think about how beautiful
she looked on the day that they wed

His knees were shaking as she walked up the isle
His mind filled with worries and fears
But they soon flew away when she smiled

He loved the way her hand always found his
The way she laughed The was she smiled
He just loved the way She is

They loved each other with every piece of there heart
No matter how hard anyone tried
no one could tear them apart

She was his best-friend ,she was always there
He'd never leave her side
love like theres was rare

He held her up into the very second she died
Laying with her letting all emotions go
He saw no point in hiding his feelings inside

They had Once in a lifetime love
one that will always last forever
One They'll start again when he also enters the heaven above

~!*FallenTears~!*
~!*Meaghen~!*

~Unfamiliar Reflection~

I feel disconnected,
like a plant uprooted.
Thought I was good,
but was not the best suited.

Swept off my feet,
like a leaf off its tree.
How things have changed,
now the rest, memories.

Why did I miss out,
what didn't I see?
Could things have differed,
if it weren't me?

I used to be great,
the best of the field.
What has happened to me,
and the weapons I'd wield.

Now, that I am disarmed,
and left unprotected,
this mirror emits
an unfamiliar reflection.

A person unknown,
to my family and friends.
A person alone,
the means to an end.

The end of all arguing,
and upset in life,
I've changed my ways,
without the help of a knife.

Why is this not enough
for all of you to see,
that I want my own life,
without the help of therapy?

~Sean Dohr~

~It Couldn't Be...~

Blood drips from my veins,
like rain from the sky.
Hits the carpet like a waterfall,
sitting here, waiting to die.

I start bleeding profusely,
after one last slit.
My body starts to shiver,
my brain and heart start to quit.

I can feel the blood dripping,
not just on the floor.
It's running down my arm,
can't feel pain anymore.

My eyes close and re-open,
now I can't see.
My body is breaking down,
there is nothing left of me.

I try to stand, but I can't,
and crash down to the floor.
Now, I start to see things,
I've never seen before.

A bright light and a hand,
that is held out toward me.
I think to myself, is it God,
no way, it couldn't be...

...could it?

~Sean Dohr~

~Six Feet Under~

Death is so easy,
compared to life.
Dealing with issues,
with only a knife.

A slit to the wrist,
or a neuce to the neck,
is just a sign,
of a lack of respect.

A disrespect to your friends,
your family, and you.
If you're depressed,
there are things you can do.

There are ways to get help,
from family and friends.
If you have done wrong,
you can make ammends.

It's just too simple,
to give up and let go.
Things can always get better,
believe me, I'd know.

The strongest people,
are the ones who survive.
They fight to the end,
just to say they're alive.

~Sean Dohr~

Punch the Wall

Hating
Frustrating
Denying
And lieing
Pathetic
Rejected
Destroying
The expected

(Chorus)
Punch the wall, punch the wall
C'mon
Punch the wall, punch the wall
C'mon
Express your rage in ways
In ways you can't explain
Punch the wall, punch the wall

Sanity
Escaping me
Collapsing
And trapping
Destroying
The mourning
Replying
The dieing
And killing
The crying

(Chorus)
Punch the wall, punch the wall
C'mon
Punch the wall, punch the wall
C'mon
Express your rage in ways
In ways you can't explain
Punch the wall, punch the wall

Finding
The hiding
Forgiving
The living
Never

(Chorus)
Punch the wall, punch the wall
C'mon
Punch the wall, punch the wall
C'mon
Express your rage in ways
In ways you can't explain
Punch the wall, punch the wall

Entreaty and Disclaim

Unaffected by misleading contribution to my thought,
Falling, swayed, appalling pardon, cause of what we now are not,
Sleeping still unsteadied, thoughts inflicting pain to grow,
Ever present these emotions, masked, defaced, they will not show,
Living low this lowly love, distracted in disdain,
Protected yet imprisoned by entreaty and disclaim,
Overwhelm my overbearing noway nohow state of mind,
Embrace unknowing and unaided this inconspicuous heart of mine.

Daniel Ray Mulvany

Feelings of a year
by J. Lau

Cheated... of time,
Unsure... of events.
Sad... with reality,
Despaired... with fate.

Jealous... of him,
Confused... with reactions.
Worried... for her,
Happy... for them.

Pain... when comforting,
Lost... on answers.
Helpless... with situaiton,
Hopeful... of miracle.

Trapped... with feelings,
Overwhelmed... by logic.
Cornered... with emotions,
Wishful... of future.

< - - - - - - - - - - - >

Lost in the city
by J. Lau

Wandering aimlessly,
In a city full of people.
So lost...
Mindless...
Nothing seems interesting anymore,
Nothing appears to the mind.
No sense of urgency,
No sense of time.

People all around you,
In a shopping spree.
Talking...
Laughing...
Browsing shops with their loved ones,
Looking for the perfect gift.
Some enjoying the moment,
Some rushing to get back home.

Walking alone quietly,
Without memories to claim my own.
Pacing...
Without purpose...
Just painstakingly waiting,
For a friendship on hold.
A relationship that never started,
Uncertain of its future.

Lost... in a city,
Counting... Every second.

< - - - - - - - - - - - >

A year ago...
by J. Lau

A year ago...
I told you I had feelings for you,
That it's something I cannot control.
Your heart was occupied,
So you never felt any sparks.
Friends it is we agreed,
For we both treasure this new friendship,
That was clearly meant to be.

A year later...
My feelings for you never faded,
I held onto a dream... of being with you someday.
The situation is complicated,
Yet you took me pass the limit.
I finally shared my secret thoughts,
And showed you a couple of my poems.
You claim that we are impossible,
That all that happened was a mistake.
Emotions felt were only mixed confusions,
That I need to forget and erase.

A year of waiting...
A weekend of hope... and now memories.
Feelings that were once burried,
Must now disinigrate forever.
Your heart was never truly healed,
For your hopes never gave in.
Living our own wishful dream,
Crying our own painful cries.
Friends I wish not,
Cause I trully want you to be by my side.
Yet I promised to step back our friendship,
In fear of loosing that only chance to hold onto...
A dream... from a year ago.

Friends it is we claim,
But how true will it remain?
Can a friendship be broken by love?
Can feelings and emotions truly be undone?
Only time will tell...
In the year to come.

< - - - - - - - - - - - >

Untitled

When the heart yearns, shall it not, in attempt, try to complete itself, by initializing, in word, the interest of itself in the other? But, in assumption of its timidness the heart chooses to show its true feelings to a wooded sheet by a leaded stick as personalism. So to itself it stays and only by written word or thought does the heart find itself in brief happiness until, once again, the truth shows itself and the heart remains unfulfilled of its want, its need, to be with the one, thees desired body, beholding the personality for which it longs. And when apart from the though of them shattered is the heart, and it remains, and waits..., waits... But still the one longed for seems to not notice the hurt they cause for they know not of the feelings which the other holds for them deep inside. So deep, and its because to let it surface would be possibly like a submarine, for if it rises it can be seen, and thus attacked. So, in essence, to be or not to be becomes, to tell or forever lay peaceful in the thought that thee has not been subject to rejection but never took the chance. So the battle lays within, for when apart from that person the mind says, "I'm going to speak, and let, to the other, my true feelings be known." But when in the presence of that person the heart tears away all that occurs to the mind and again, returns to itself, shattered, lonely. But the mind, as if to contradict any heartly action, returns to its prior state of thought, saying, "Next time..., next time..." And so, history repeats itself, working almost as if water, in a never ending cycle, maybe eternally on the conscience of the one who chose to, forever lay peaceful in the thought that thee has not been subject to rejection, but never took the chance.

Daniel Ray Mulvany

The Subconcious, Concious Be

My silent heart holds broken dreams,
Flow through my veins like shallow streams,
Unconscious here these moments pass,
Begun alas to end alas,
But in subconscious dreams appear,
A happiness I wish were here,
A face I've seen, a heart I know,
A feeling ever slow to grow,
But if I open-eyed would see,
And let subconscious, conscious be,
That chance, what chance I've feared to say,
Or open to in any way,
May become such that happiness,
May ever on my heart impress.

Daniel Ray Mulvany

Falling From You

Remember now,
At the bottom of a bottle,
Where the ground breaks and the earth collapses?,
There I am falling from you,
Reaching for a neverpresent grasp,
Where there was always a hand to hold,
May my ghost have life to drag you down with me,
I'll tear at your ankles,
As well as your heart,
Until you fall just as I have,
Then will you listen to reason,
When your face down in the dirt?
Or when I can no longer gasp for breathe,
When all the words I've said are lost to the wind,
And from my back I stare at the stars,
With half the eyes that did stare at those stars?,
So this is where I lay,
And in my heart I feel you say,
"I've forgotten what life looks like from down there.",
To tell the truth,
I'd wish not say,
But to honesty betray would be manipulating,
Thus I respond,
As plain as words could say,
"It looks like a life without you."

Daniel Ray Mulvany

J. Lau was posting at the same time I was. I thought I had space to add more. Sorry...

Hey,

I really liked the theme/concept here of desiring for something unique but as u r doing this for the first time i think u forgot to mention: - 1 poet/1 poem.

well, take care and all the best with ur contest.
submitted poems are really nice.

if 1 poem a poet is the case then sean has five poems. so does that imply that we can submit more? im coinfused.

NOT GOOD ENOUGH

Do you call her beautiful, not hot?

Her happiness is what you`ve always sought?

Not lips, but do you kiss her forehead?

Never thought of how good she is in bed?

If you nod your head, please know this much

My apologies, but you`re not good enough

Nice boys like us may love someone a lot

We may even look good, but that`s all we`ve got

Let me tell you what a girl really wants

This is important, even though it daunts

Girls don`t care if you truly have a heart

Only a man whom Money doesn`t part

You`re cool if you smoke and drink

No brain up there to reason or think?

What does it matter, you`ve got a new bike

It`s about your physique, not your psyche

If you can bully a geek eating lunch alone

Toss her on the couch and make her moan

Ruffian boy, you`ve got a better chance

This is our world`s new path to romance

But don`t be sad, let`s hold on to hope

We are better off, let us not mope

Because proudly our words can be spoken

That we have hearts, even if they`re broken

So while you girls chant we`re not good enough

Please spare us a ear and know this much

We won`t even offer you a hotbike ride

We`re not good enough? Thanks, we take pride.

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ofcourse not all girls are like this but this is quickly becoming the attitude of the recent young generation...there are many girls out there who are really nice...this is not for them....only that i found out that my unrequited love likes another boy who looks good but is a porn addict.
so maybe im just venting or something...i dont know....i know there are many nice girls
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if theres still space for entering, accept this one.

A funny little creature came and talked to me today
No matter how much I jumped upon it, it would not go away
It was green with yellow spots had horns which were red
It had a handbag filled with frogs balanced on its head

This funny little creature, skipped around my house
Shrunk into a bin and stayed as quiet as a mouse
Ate all of the rubbish, devoured it with power
When I opened the bin up, all I could see were flowers

It ran into the kitchen, its feet turned into cheese
And a box of marzipan chocolates fell out when it sneezed
We ate the chocolates together, and it flew around the room
Turned into an elephant while eating a brown spoon

This funny little creature, smashed a window with its tongue
As it bounced on its head in circles, turned into a gun
It turned around to face me, the barrel in my brain
Shot me with a purple bullet, I never lived again

~So be~

So be charming
with your tasteful tongue
and it's subtlety.
Lick me with your words,
my body reads
all your ingenious verses
and I love what your singing.
So don't quiet our melody,
merge into me
and our song shall play as one.

So be selfish
and brush your hands
on my hot flesh.
You know they move too much
for me to read the lines,
written on your palms.
Overflow my soul
with your loving words
and mine will play on repeat
for your ears to hear alone.

So be mysterious
and humor me
with your malicious games.
I'm not afraid to play along
with all your monopolies,
but sometimes I win
and that scares
the hell out of you.
So you packed up
your pieces,
stashing them
in a dark closet
far out of my reach.

So be scared
of wanting me
and hide inside the walls
of your untouchable soul.
Where I still long to be,
but your guards
chased me away
by the sound of a gun shot.
Leaving me with no choice,
but to escape it's fire.
So I'm sending you
an unrealistic plea,
can you hear me
inside your bloody dreams?

He came from Wyoming

Verse One
Door swung open revealing hollow heartache.
Recollections stained with shattered memories.
Mistakes were made leaving imprints behind.
Photographs engraved in corridors of my mind.

Verse Two
Waited for the golden bell to chime, “The end.”
There goes yet another drop of my life’s sand.
Hourglass turning with moments missing in time.
Out of nowhere he took my hand, “Don’t you cry.”

Chorus
He came from Wyoming where cattle can graze.
Where you can search forever for drops of rain.
Because there were no tears when he held me close.
Despite me wanting nothing my heart was saved.

Verse Three
Wheat colored hair reminding me of fields.
Soft to the touch I would imagine if I could.
Voice which makes even this tomboy turn red.
Girl remember what your knees were made for.

Verse Four
He knows when Earth slips beneath my feet.
Catches me whenever my bad thoughts creep.
Blue eyes covered with glasses keep me warm.
Girl remember there is more than meets the eye.

Chorus
He came from Wyoming where cattle can graze.
Where you can search forever for drops of rain.
Because there were no tears when he held me close.
Despite me wanting nothing my heart was saved.

Chorus
He came from Wyoming where cattle can graze.
Where you can search forever for drops of rain.
Because there were no tears when he held me close.
Despite me wanting nothing my heart was saved.

He came from Wyoming.

just in case:

entombed pickle

emerald green, oblong
strips of white paint
spattered on a deformed
body, strangly humane
placed in a clear sarcophagus
with others of its kind
drowned in preserving liquid
suffocated, airtight
hidden in frigid air
alone yet surrounded by many
waiting to be taken
a satisfying gift
stuck in a tomb
stuck in ice air
stuck in a pickled body

Hey, if one poem per poet is the case, then just pick which ever one you like the most. Sorry for the trouble...

I knewww Bob was going to post that...

*frowns and walks away from the computer*

So much for first place...HAHA

GREAT POEM BOB

Love between Moon and Lake

The sky is so dark and moon is so white,
yet they are together every night.

The lake so calm holds the moon,
in the silent whispers of night.
The moon is shining so white,
spreading its pure light.

The breeze blows to touch the soul of lake,
and tries to kiss the moon lying on the bed of the lake.

The lake shivers and thrills,
with the blow of insane breeze.
The moon is lying on the chest of the lake,
and the tide is disturbing the peace.

The birds' chirping breaks the silence,
the leaves are singing and playing the violin.
All the creatures like frog, swan and dove,
are together humming the song of love.

The moon whizzles in the arms of the lake,
feeling the love for his own sake.
But he knows he cannot be there forever,
because his fate is with the sky and not with the lake ever.

Still the love between the moon and the lake is so strong,
they meet every night breaking all the bonds.
The sky can just look at the scene,
as he knows the real one is with him...

uh, that doesnt look much like bob. i think its identity theft. sluvious is a name previously adopted by bob, but im not sure its his account.

Me either... I'm sorta suspicious...

Check his poems. Are they anywhere close to the work The real Bob Shank produces? He needs to be reported for Identity theft, this so called sluvious.

Well, lol, sluvious seemed to be a funny character, as Bob explained. Maybe it's a joke...or maybe it really isn't Bob.

i know the contest is over but oh well.

Unbroken

Ever wonder why my soul won't cry?
It's away from the world and all your lies
You try to break me and want me to die
But, like the tides of the moon, I'm still alive

My skin color tears at your mind
It begins to unravel over time
You try your best to break my pride
But the light of the Lord keeps me alive

In your head you seek to find
The answer to my demise
But no matter how you try
I'll be here, full and alive

What is it that makes you lie?
Makes you go off and lose your mind
If you could, you'd kill me at the drop of a dime
Forever I live, I'll always be alive

My heritage burns into your mind
Engraved forever in the sands of time
The sight of my color makes your anger cry
I laugh at you for I'll always be alive

All my years my color will eternally thrive
It's a symbol of what my ancestors survived
People such as you, no matter how you try
Cannot break me, I'll always be alive

ok ftera lot of debate SLUVIOUS IS DEFINITELY BOB. lmao....my fault my fault.....darn....just understand that sliuvious is bob ok haha

Hey guys thanks for waiting. And thanks also for pointing out the whole 1/1 thing... I pretty much just looked at everything though, because I was too lazy to count, sort, etc. So here are the results:

1st: Poonam's "entombed pickle"
2nd: Melissa's "So Be"
3rd: Elijah's "What Should I Pen"

Thanks for entering, and comments should be up within the next few days.