Quick Five Contest

Give me five poems, and I will give you one winner.

~a poem a person
~any form, new, old, but must be your own
~should your other work impress me, you make it to my favourites
~have fun, live your dream, eat poetry for today.

Sadistic

I'm crawling through this desert,
Drinking blood and bone,
I have wandered off the path,
I cannot find my home,
Will you reach a hand to me,
And take me from this place,
Where evil floats upon the wind,
Yet leaves behind no trace,
Will you save my soul today,
Or do you love to see,
The devil and his toothy grin,
Consuming all of me.

ASHES AND WINE

The perfect sound of her untamed violin
Sinking into the night's most direful silence,
A music meant to pierce the deepest whim,
Compositions to awake an unleashed vengeance...

The pure child playing couldn't be another...
But an innocent angel,with hair pinned butterflies,
Black curls that seemed to hide a chimeric water
That reflected in her cold blue aggrieved eyes...

A blast of wind has sent the music far and wide
And he, the blood-curdling creature of the shadows
Had felt the thrill within his heart long time denied;
The emotions flowed like a garden of echoes...

His white fangs reflected the pale moon light,
His immortality was his addictive burden...
But the violin choruses he heard were so bright
That attracted him to the house by music poisoned...

A couple of hours to dawn,he entered the mansion...
Charmed by the girl's music,entwined in her eyes,
The vampire listened and smiled with passion..
He had no choice but leave as he felt the sunrise...

The girl just couldn't let him go astray
And played the most grievous and cruel song,
As the vampire's blood tears couldn't fade away...
Memories about his human life,melancholy felt so strong..

Immortality,the loneliness he had locked within his soul
Was ended, as he left himself prey to the morning sun
Stricken by an appallingly divine music written is his eye holes...
Ashes to ashes for the vampire who felt undone...

His remnants are still impregnated in her heart
As the cruel girl plays her hell raising violin
While she pours wine on the ashes of her sweetheart
To reminisce the blood he drank to be his sin...

~I wrote this for another recent contest, hopr u're ok with that. If not, tell me so that i can replace my poem please ^^. Thanks for the understanding.

On Bended Knee

If you could see inside my soul
I'm afraid you'd turn away
The pieces aren't quite as whole
As they were yesterday.

I am my own worst enemy
It's been that way for years.
I do things wrong, then feel bad
But still fail to fight the fears.

I tell myself to get over it
To move on and try again
But I'm warring with myself
So I can never really win.

When will the chaos please stop
When can I gain my soul
I'm so tired of being a reckless case
Whose lost all self-control.

I want to do so much better
But I find myself tangled in bad
When will I realize it's harmful
And run from it all like mad?

I'm down on my knees, head bent
Praying for forgiveness again
I feel like I'll never do the right
But those are the thoughts of sin.

So I look to you for an answer
And pray you see my despair
My heart has left me condemned
But I know that you must still care.

That's why I'm hoping your love
Will outweigh the things I have done.
I want to start anew, stop the bad
And say it's a battle I've won.

So I'm begging with my last breath
Please notice this trodden down soul
I need you now, (though I've said it before)
I want...no I need....to feel whole.

I'm sorry for what my past says
And what the present still sees
But I promise I'm trying harder
That's why I'm on bended knees.

Damn I was too late

Congratulations Beautiful Chaos, you win with your piece, "Sadistic"....well done all, and thank you for participating...

Thanks so much Dhaval, much appreciated :)