Metal title contest!

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Mourning Palace please...

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Hear you go;

Welcome to the Mourning Palace;
A place where we are joined
In the same type of misery.

Welcome to the Mourning Palace;
Depression will consume you hear -
You will hit the abyss of rock bottom...

Welcome to the Mourning Palace;
The tears will continue flow
To the memory of this lost soul.

Welcome to the Mourning Palace;
The black will symbolise your grief
And a part of you will soon go...

Welcome to the Mourning Palace;
A place where grief and misery are found
Covered in the darkest of the dark black.

I hope you enjoyed your stay,
On this beautifully sad day
At the Mourning Palace.

Perfectly Imperfect
26th May 2007

Can we reserve two? If so can I please have Death Whispered A Lullaby and Daylight Dancer, if not I'll just take Daylight Dancer.

=]

No, I'd like one poem per person. Sorry, I'll specify that in my rules now.

Thanks for bringing that up :)

2. Patterns in the Ivy, please.
Thank you! :]

Death Whispered A Lullaby

Please and Thank You ^.^

Death Whispered A Lullaby
by Alyson

Deep in the darkness of a lonely night
No one around to hear her screams
Whispers of enlightenment come to her
Like death in the night it gleams

Around the house and in the courtyard
Death whispers a lullaby
Calling to the innocent and bringing them close
Lifting them up into the darkened sky

Branches sway and roof tops creak
Wind sweeps the spirits far away
Singing voices follow them
Leading them away from the light of day

Peace comes to those who listen
Hearing the sacred voice
Slowly they close their clouded eyes
Falling into eternal sleep by choice

Come clarity please xx

No problem!

Ahh. they're all so appealing.

tight rope please =]

It's yours, dear!

Taste of my Scythe Please

Josie

Your wish is my command!

Taste of My Scythe

I hide in the shadows
Haunting the night
Filling every being
With horror and fright

They all know my name
And whisper it under their breath
All the living fear me
For I am Death

I instill in the breathing
A feeling of dread
Of never knowing
If they'll wake up dead

A taste of my scythe
Causes their demise
You had better watch out -
You might be the next one who dies.

Josie

Copyright©JosieWentzel31May2007

May I please reserve Planet Hell?
I've already written it but will wait on you to approve the reservation before posting it here.
Thanks in advance,
Kay

Patterns In The Ivy.

Oh, heavenly father where art thou?
You have taken my mansion aloft;
sent it upon that high ol' hill,
with the patterns of ivy, oh so soft!

From bottom to top, Oh the sight!
How have you created such delight?
Have you taken yourself broken down
and scattered the pieces upon the ground?

Have you broken your promise
that was made unto me,
and given me wings to
fly with the free?

Have you Lord, oh have you
given more than asked by me?
Oh, how wondrous, wondrous it is
to be painted by the patterns in the ivy!

- - - -
If this doesn't make total sense I'll explain;
'sent it upon that high ol' hill,
with the patterns of ivy, oh so soft!'
^ That's saying that God has taken my life and put it in heaven with him. He is the patterns in the ivy. Which also gives you the meaning at the end of the poem.

Thanks for the poems, guys!

And Dixiedaisy, Planet Hell is yours.

Planet Hell

Pointless crimes that happen every day
Spotlight shines, fifteen minutes of fame
glorifying all sins is such a media blitz
All Hail! Now take a bow it's the mis-fits

Status quo, How'd you get your fame?
Just like everyone else, inherited by name
What is normal? No-one really fits in
Blame it on diseases, name your own sin

Bi-polar, schizophrenics or even psychosis
Cure their illness by doubling their doses
How many times have they got to hit bottom,
Before a solution is found to their problem?

Societies' child just begging for attention
Falls to the wayside we forgot to mention
Black markets, name a price, it's all for sale
Revolution, no solution, Hey! It's planet Hell

Dixie

Daylight Dancer

She walks along the shoreline,
With sand between her toes,
And she holds her arms open,
Waiting to be swept away.
She's tapping her feet,
Along the skyscrapers,
And she prays for one day,
To catch a falling star in her hands.
Her eyes are rusting away,
Wearing thin from the tears,
And her heart is pinned to the dress
That her Grandmother gave her.
It is antique - peach and white,
With pearls and earrings to match,
And her hair is pinned back,
Away from her face lavished in make-up.
The red lights flash as she dances by,
Singing at the top of her lungs,
And these lullabies she screams,
Are really just stories she knows;
The stories in her eyes of herself.
And the green light flashes as she stops,
With shards of broken stars in her eyes,
And she flashes a milky smile to the traffic,
As she lifts her hands up to the sky -
With arms wide open, she stands;
Strewn along the interstate,
And headlights dance across her wet cheeks,
Drenched from the tears she cries,
But this daylight dancer gets the best of me,
When she lays down at night to go to bed,
And wakes up to look in the mirror -
Staring deep into my heart, tearing out the pieces
That were broken along the way.

-Jenna Elphick
June 7, 2007

[[If you didn't get this, this would be about how people act differently to make others happy instead of themselves. The red lights are a metaphor for stopping and finally being yourself, green lights are a metaphor for when you shake off the disguise and are actually able to reveal your true self]]

Can I please reserve "My Sweet Shadow" ?

Thanks
Ravyn

My Sweet Shadow

This heart beats,
But she doesn't hear...
My shadow follows into the dark,
My pet, my lovely,
My beating heart.
She casts a glance
To the mirrors face,
But sees nothing but
The girl she embraced.
She cannot see herself...
Tears of bloods she cries.
My poor, sweet shadow.

*not very good but I gave it a shot*

I'm extending this for another week....It seems that a few people have forgotten about it.

So sorry, will get it done, i promise! XXX

Soon it will all be night,
Because you gave the moon one bullet,
And it was always your luck for him to aim it right,
And we laugh at the manacles that try to aid this dying light.
But there were never enough obstacles,
To keep you by my side,
And I never had the intelligence
To try and make you mine.

And the preachers sing out their hypnosis
As the teachers go for coffee.
But I'm chasing you through fields of green
And just you try and stop me.

The kick was gone and you left without suspense,
Like a cold thriller novel that wasn't all that tense.
You left me on this island in a state of insularity,
And I was starring at the seabed hoping for some sort of clarity.
I'm still waiting for it to call.

I know you would have liked to have seen me fall.
But you weren't there long enough,
After all,
You were gone by the time the sunshine rose,
And through the twisted bedcovers and overpriced throws,
I thought I saw some peculiarity,
Well maybe it was last nights drink,
Impairing my vision to think,
But I like to hope you left me with
A blurry sense of clarity.
And with your whispered words, drowned with popularity,
You urged this world to move,
As you murmured, "Come Clarity."

I'm contimplating "The Virus of Life", but seem to be having a tad bit of writers block. So.
I may try that.

xTheEcstasyofSuicidex

Contest is over! Over, I say!

The winners are:

1st - Teria

2nd - Espoir failed & Lusk.Fcuk-*

3rd - Alyson

I'll get commenting when I get a chance.

Good job, everyone!!

Thank you so much for the placing, i really enjoyed writing this poem.

xxx

Wowww.
Thanksssssss. :]
A lot, Jordan!!

Hehehe.

Congrats to everyone!

Thanks for the placing, and congrats other winners.
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