Title/Catergory Contest

Closes June 30th.
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Titles:
01. Turn Around Sweet Baby.
02. Only So Long.
03. Forever And A Million Days.
04. Peace, Peace.
05. Painless Bottle.
06. Traveler.

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Rules:
01. Two people per poem.
02. Two poems per person.
03. Must be new.
04. Maximum of 45 lines.
05. Must be in assigned catergories.
06. Reserve.
07. Minimum Cursing
08. Questions? PM me.

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Catergories:

01. Love, Sad, Dark.
02. Poetry About Life, Sad.
03. Love, Dark, Explicit.
04: Poetry About Life, Dark.
05: Love, Poetry About Life, Explicit.
06: Love, Sad, Misc.

Catergory numbers do not go with title numbers. You get to choose ONE catergory for yourself. No matter the number of poems you have. With the catergory you have to choose one of those for a poem. If you have two poems then you can't use the same catergory for both.

Example: Lush.Fcuk-* Has these two titles and this catergory: Traveler & Turn Around Swee Baby; Catergory 5. She would get to choose Love, Poetry About Life, or Explicit for Traveler. Then whichever she uses for that poem she can NOT use for Turn Around Sweet Baby.

Understand it? hopefully you do. ;/ If not PM me. Mk.

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Reserves:

01. Turn Around Sweet Baby.-
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02. Only So Long.
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03. Forever And A Million Days.
-SecludedSerendipity/ Catergory 1
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04. Peace, Peace.
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05. Painless Bottle.
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06. Traveler.
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Done:

01. Turn Around Sweet Baby.
-Lush.Fcuk-*/ Catergory 5
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02. Only So Long.
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03. Forever And A Million Days.
-Twisted Heart/Catergory 1
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04. Peace, Peace.
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05. Painless Bottle.
--Chelsey/ Catergory 6
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06. Traveler.
-Lush.Fcuk-*/Catergory 5
-Holy Hellcat/ Catergory 5
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Nice contest,

Traveller, please. =] In category 5.

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Turn around Sweet Baby, same caegory.

Or do the categories go with the numbers? Lol, I'm confused.

No, they don't go with the numbers.
Sorry I didn't go into detail with that.
I'll post it up there.
You did it right though. :]

Okay, I hope I have this right. Would like the Poem title: Forever and a Million Days, catagory #1-dark

Forever and a Million Days
By: Twisted Heart

The night is now a refuge for the soul
Dipped among the shadows that crushed so long ago
Tipping from the kiss of his desire
Comes the sinking of his touch upon the tepid fire.

Per chance a happened meeting on that night
As darkness overtook the streets, lone candles burning bright
A dusty fate upon a shivered heart
Two single dots where blood was stole, the only scars.

In surrender to his call I slowly fell
Mindless of the danger of his touch that sealed my hell
Only truth of longing for release
Inside his eyes my soul was caught for eternity.

Now nights will find me restless in my dreams
Waiting for his voice upon the night he'll call to me
I'll rise and go inside his arms to lay
To quench his bloody thirst, forever and a million days.

Yes, you did it right hun.
Thanks for entering. :]
Good poem!

I can see her face painted in your eyes,
I can hear her voice in all of your lies,
You have your history, that I know -
And running back to her is where you go.
She holds my world in her arms,
And just like me, she falls for your charm -
But the next time you turn to part,
Leave behind my battered broken heart.

[CHORUS]

Turn around sweet baby, walk out that door;
I can't deal with her baggage anymore,
When I look at you I see her pretty little face,
Smiling as she stands in your embrace.
Turn around sweet baby, I just can't look at you -
My days of loving you are finally through,
Because I can't fall for someone who is running -
Back into the arms of their ex so stunning.

[VERSE 2]

You spent the night last night, tangled in her sheets,
Ate a mint and tucked in your shirt to cover your deceit,
And creeping over the squeaking hardwood floor,
You layed down beside the one to whom you swore -
That you and her were over, a thing of the past,
So can you tell me why my hearts breaking this fast?

[CHORUS]

[VERSE 3]

There's a tissue in the bathroom, used and red -
From the lipstick stains she left, you said:
"That's from you babe, don't get me wrong,"
But I haven't worn lipstick in so long.
Your old suit was in the laundry for cleaning,
With the smell of perfume covering all meaning;
But you said: "Baby, that's yours, get some sleep,"
But I don't wear perfume that smells that cheap.
You left all the clues laying around for me to put together,
But through it all, you were still thinking of her -

[CHORUS]

...She holds my world in her arms,
And just like me, she falls for your charm -
But the next time you turn to part,
Leave behind my battered broken heart.

-Jenna Elphick
June 10, 2007

Poem title: Traveler, category 5: Love, Poem about Life, Explicit

Traveler

He picks up that old bag; holding my pale hand,
With tears in his bright eyes; hands me a gold band -
"This is my promise to you, from the bottom of my heart,
I will make it back to you Babe, create a new start."

And he slid that ring onto my finger as he sighed:
"I'm sorry;" He started, looking at me wide-eyed,
"The train whistle is blowing, I've got to go!"
He yelled, kissing my face as white as snow.

I watched his face disappear, hand print on the window,
And I stood there every night under the stars aglow,
Waiting and hoping that train would come for me to see,
My traveler making his way back home to me.

I tore the curtains off; painted the walls a shade of army green,
I watched every movie with a happy home coming scene,
Skipping over the blood and the gore; the falling men,
Hoping and praying to see the sweet face of my traveler again.

The men that arrived, carrying all his belongings to me,
Were afraid to tell me the news, their tears I could see;
"I'm sorry ma'am, but your husband has died,"
They told me that morning, but I told myself they lied.

Now standing here watching for the headlights of the train,
I wait for a glimpse of his army green; leaning on my cane,
Time slows down to a halt, as strangers faces blur to and fro,
Reminding me of the traveler I lost for them so long ago.

-Jenna Elphick
June 11, 2007

[['Them' would be society to whom he fought and died for.]]

Category 6...Painless Bottle and Turn around sweet Baby.....I'm off to write them now!

Painless Bottle- Elizabeths story

I've never known what its like
To have a father who truly cares
I've been mentally scarred by mine
And he's out there who knows where

See my daddy always came home
With the smell of alcohol on his breath
There was never a day that I didn't hear
"Toss me a bottle Elizabeth"

I always wondered why
What did he want another beer for?
When he had five at the bar
And just bought a 24 pack from the corner store

One time he beat my mother with it
I watched that bottle crack over her skull
I stood there wanting to help so bad
But daddy was just to angry to console

His drunkenness ruined their marriage
His beer bottles meant more than her
They also caused my dad to be blind to see
He had an attention-less daughter

With a trash can full of bottles
He left us when I was ten
With nothing to show for a father
He was never seen or heard of again

Now that I'm grown and moved on
I've met a man who stole my heart
Theres never a moment I don't smile
There's never a time we are apart

One day at the beach he said
"This happened to come from sea"
He handed me a bottle with the cork on
And he smiled and looked at me

I popped it open and had flashbacks
There was a note inside titled Love of my life
I opened it and it read
"I love you Beth, be my wife"

For the first time since I was young
I held a bottle that wasn't full of pain
With memories of my father no longer in my head
I knew this is how it would remain

"Traveler"

Through the heavy curtain
Of pure synthetic noise
My ears follow the airwaves
To find again my voice

But what I have to say
Doesn't sound like me at all
"I don't really like to travel
I'm just sleeping where I fall"

Through the mumbles and the stares
I suddenly stand out
You know it's not a cry for help
But you would if you knew how

Never had a clear-cut path
Of who I was to be
Found myself in old hotels
Courting sex and LSD

The rails beckon me again
As I long to go back home
But I have no idea where that is
Or if I really want to know

"So come on, who's with me?"
I throw the question to you
"Do you long for safety or
To hop a train or two?"

Alright, I sigh, you don't care
I'll take rejection with a smile
I never fit in with society
But I'll go out with style

"Forever and a Million Days", category one, please.

I have a question though, does our poem need to fit all the categories within each number? E.g Would my poem have to be about love, sadness AND darkness?

No, the poem doesn't have to be about all, just whichever you choose to do it about.