Stephenie Meyer Fans, Come Hither. [[round two]]

The ones to continue are listed in the previous thread. The names will be added here soon.

Same rules apply, except it is one title per person and one person per a title.

TITLES:
[[these titles are just a few of the "soundtrack"]]

TIME STANDS STILL- xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex [[done]]
GOING UNDER- Mooie Ogen [[done]]
EMPTY ROOM- EndOfTheBeginning
UNINTENDED- ravyn
EVERYBODY'S CHANGING- poetess

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DEADLINE- JULY 27 =]

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FYI- After this it will be narrowed down to 3.
And would you mind if I changed the date to a closer one maybe? Or do you mind if this takes all summer because at this rate, I think it will. =]

"Apocalypse Please", please. =]

xTheEcstasyofSuicidex

Ok.

lostravyninlove
poetess

You two need to let me know what you want.

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FROM ABOVE, BUT JUST IN CASE:
FYI- After this it will be narrowed down to 3.
And would you mind if I changed the date to a closer one maybe? Or do you mind if this takes all summer because at this rate, I think it will. =]

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EDIT:
I WONT BE AROUND AS MUCH, UNLESS I MAGICALLY CAN REACH A COMPUTER WITHOUT ANYONE BUGGING ME AROUND AUGUST 8-SOMETIME AROUND THE 20TH. SO WHAT I'LL DO IS AHEAD OF TIME AT SOME RANDOM POINT I'LL ADD TO THE BEGINNING OF THE THREAD ABOUT THE NEXT ROUND. I GUESS IT COULD WORK TO YOUR ADVANTAGE. FROM THERE I'M MAKING THE CONTEST/ROUNDS END ON THE 24 OF AUGUST.

I THINK I NEED TO FIGURE OUT WHEN THE THIRD BOOK IS OUT. I DON'T REMEMBER...

Can I change mine to "Time Stands Still" I have an idea for it instead. =] Thanks.

xTheEcstasyofSuicidex

Haha. OOps. But that's when I'll start the next round. August 7!

=]

And alright, I'll change it.

I hope it's okay it didn't rhyme. The rules didn't say anything about it.
Anyways.
This is a poem based off the song "Seeman," by Rammstein. The quatrain is from that song. It's part of the style.
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Time Stands Still

So merciless is only the night
In the end I'm left alone
The time stands still
And I am cold
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The autumn wind wipes tears off your face;
Elder women rush to beckon you home.
You are lost amongst the darkness;
Who will be there to hold you
When wind whisks you away?
Shiver in this comfort of fright;
Something finally holds you close!
Hold on to what your memory last saw;
You no longer need them for their light;
"So merciless is the only night."

"Come a little closer," the wind beckons you,
As you grasp onto what thoughts remains.
You're so frightened or quick to forget
They're waiting for you just down the river.
"Come a little closer, my little one," it still beckons,
It reaches your soul; you quiver at bone,
Invisible hands reach around your soul,
Caressing it with hopes of being remembered;
The winds stop; suddenly your wishes are known;
"In the end I'm left alone."

The autumn wind wipes tears off your face
As the elderly women beckon you for home.
There's no where left on these cold streets
Or anywhere else you can call your family.
The moon arises with the stars flanking;
It's God's army you see lighting darkness, and you stand still.
Scamper upon the railing, climbing high;
No one's going to bother coming by,
Wrap your coat closer to you and remember that chill;
"The time stands still..."

You wait for hope and hold your breath,
At the forgotten memories you left behind.
The chill sets in as you release your eyes from the Heavens;
Not even He could save you now.
The autumn wind wipes your tears from your face,
As the lantern light swings on your face as you were told;
"There's death in this place."
The women beckon you inside, but no one saves you;
As you rock off the ledge you sing loud and bold,
"...And I am cold."

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Glosa-Verse
A Spanish form invented by court poets in the 14th and 15th centuries. An opening quatrain, called a 'cabeza' is chosen from another poet, or song. The glosa elaborates or 'glosses' on the quatrain with four ten line stanzas, their concluding lines taken consecutively from the quatrain and their sixth and ninth lines rhyming with the borrowed tenth. Example is as follows....

xTheEcstasyofSuicidex

Yea it seems fine.

AND I love how you incorporated another contest into this (the style). haha i plan on trying that style sometime. let me know how hard it was.

It wasn't too bad, it just takes awhile to write because it's so long.
And I'm glad your not mad I used the title in your contest and form from another. =/.
Let me know if you need help with that other contest.

xTheEcstasyofSuicidex

Where are the other two?

Sorry it took so long. Unintended please...

No problem. I'll add you two now.

*Unintended*

This was all unintended.
I never got to choose who to love.
And though you look at me
through adoring eyes,
I love her.

This was all unintended.
I never meant to hurt you so.
Give into all the pleasures,
though you felt
all the pain.

This was all... a mistake.
Broken wings that will never fly away.
Unintended lovers,
for unintended pains.
Not with good intention,
but with none at all.

This was all unintended
but it's done.

Nvm.

IT's fine.

I'll judge today. =] Maybe now.

Mooie, Sheena, and Poetess.
First, Second, and Third.

You each will receive two comments.

Ravyn, you get one. And thanks for being in teh contest. =]

Nicely done poems everyone. Sorry about the delay.