Panic! At The Disco

You pick the title, substitute in the blanks with whatever you want, and write a poem about it.
Rules:
-Any style except explicit
-No need to reserve
-Unlimited people per poem
-Unlimited poems per people
-If you do reserve, get it done
-Closes on July 1st

Titles:
-I write ___, not ___~Teria

-It's Time To ____~Sam Azam

-But it's better if ______

-The only difference between ____ and ____ is ____~Lush.Fcuk-*

-There's a good reason _______, you just haven't figured it out yet~Happiness is just a gash away

-Build ____, then we'll ____~xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex

-I constantly thank god for ____

-___ for breakfast, ____ for snacks

-____ is the most fun a girl can have without ____

They can be serious, they can be funny, I don't care. Just submit a poem.

Build ____ then we'll ___

Please. =]]
Thank you.

xTheEcstasyofSuicidex

-I write ___, not ___
Thankss. :]

The only difference between ____ and ____ is ____
:]

I love PATD. XD

It's Time To ________

Thanks Muchly

It's Time To Dream

Fight the break of dawn,
With light I shall not be,
Living in your dreams,
Is all I know or see.

Outside this realm, I've never been,
You're scared to make a change,
Finding ease in misery,
Love just out of range.

You never have to touch it,
Or feel the breaking pain,
You're happy to be hiding here,
It's easy to sustain.

"I constantly thank god for ____"

Thanks =)

The Only Difference Between Heaven and Earth is Statistics

The stars constructed a winding path,
For a child with blond curls and blue eyes,
So she tapped her feet along the edges -
Skipping across all of her parents lies.

And shards of the golden misconceptions fell,
As she flashed a bright smile to the world ahead,
Her arms wide open; as she giggled in awe,
Forgetting the words that her parents had said.

Silver buttons tied together the dress she wore,
As she carried a lunch box with her name,
And her black and blue cheeks; engraved with dimples -
Were a portrait of the misconstrued blame.

But with a safety pin; she fixed her broken heart,
And she jumped to and fro on top of the stars,
As her picture was printed in the local newspaper,
Becoming just another statistic of ours.

Holding her warm hand; I jumped along with her,
Playing like little children are meant to play,
And her glimmering eyes shone bright with colors,
As we danced through Heaven's dismay.

-Jenna Elphick
June 21, 2007

This closes in a few days, so please get your poems in if you have reserved! I'll probably begin judging on the 2nd or 3rd. Good luck everyone!

Okay! The contest is now closed. Since there were only 3 entries, I'll just give a 1st, 2nd, and 3rd place.
1st gets 5 comments
2nd gets 4
3rd gets 3

1st Happiness is just a gash away
2nd Lush.Fcuk-*
3rd Carrie
Please let me know which poems to comment.

I'd like

but its better if you_

thank you

I'd like

but its better if you_

thank you