Prison -

Alright, I want a poem on a man who's spent three years in jail for weapons and drugs, being released into society. What landed him in jail? Is he thinking he made a right or wrong choice on how he landed himself here? Will he change, how will he change? What is he thinking of changing in his life, will he change it, how long? Questions like that. Don't forget the freedom, and how he will use his freedom when he gets out.

My cousin is getting out and I'm so happy. I want a poem that would make me feel like he can change, like he says hes going to. Something to lift my spirits with.

I will have 5 spots for it, the good things.

Then I will have 2 for the bad' things. I prefer, if your going to do this one, to really think hard. Emotional people may want to do this.

GOOD:
1- HOLLYWOODxBANGBANG
2- Bob Shank [DONE]
3- Hey Italy [DONE]
4-
5-

BAD:
1- NiClean
2- xxIncArceRaTeDxAmoRxx

First come first serve.

RULES:

October 8th is the DEADLINE!

If you've had family problems, MESSAGE me about it! Don't make an excuse because you didn't write it.

If you believe, a while after, that you cannot do it, please unreserve.

MUST, MUST, MUST reserve first!

Rhyming or Free verse please.

I will grade on how much effort I think you have put in this. I expect it to be somewhat long if your answering ALL of the questions I had written.

You don't need to answer all but I prefer if you would.

I will make the prizes later on, when the contest ends!

I am not on all the time but I will try to check. Please, Please, Please check if there had been other reserves before you, in case I haven't been on and haven't put them up.

Ready?

Are you sure?

Hmm.

GO!

I want in !

:]]

Ill go for bad, I already have mine written though, from my two years, should i just edit it to fit your topic?

*it's moreso about a career criminal, drug dealer, though he does get out, the poem is a little more subtle and vague on the ending, so in the GOOD category, it's not hopeless, it's an old one too, so it kind of sucks*

"Priest"

Telling stories through poetry
is the oldest tradition of all time
now gather round while I try
to lend this tale of mine to rhyme

There once was this guy
He was called "Priest"
As what he was known for
Persecution, his destiny

Not a holy man
Not really a man at all
Just a forgotten child
Closed off behind four iron walls

He won't tell you what he's thinking
Even if you think you know him really well
Cos dead men don't have a voice of their own
And he may as well be dead by now

He pushed his way through this trade
It began as all just a game
Not for money, for sway
Then the years began to dwindle away
And "Priest" is all that he became

Memories fade, he forget everything
He forgot his own name
As he gazes out at the monochrome view
Hanging on to the last thing
he has to hang onto
He knows what he must do
He knows he can still choose

He knows his destiny will be the same as his past
He knows this breath could be his last

You can see him in the tunic
Dangling prayer beads
Sweaty hands, shaking clutching the rosary tight
Still whispering to a spirit
On the other side

XxIncArceRaTeDxAmoRxx -

you may enter it unless you feel the need to change it,.

Locked Up

Sittin in this locked cell,
just starin at the sky....
I can't get out of this one,
no matter how hard I cry.
The letters just quit comin,
Nobody trusts my lies.
They wonder why I'm in here,
like I didn't even try.
My life is in a hole these days,
and slowly I've begun to fade.
My friends no longer write me,
and my family is ashamed.
My boyfriend got a new girl,
the night I went away.
I'm lost in a cold, dark forest,
and I just can't fine my way.
The world's going on around me,
but me, I'm here locked up.
I started to pray to Jesus,
but I don't deserve his love.
I just want to be outside,
with the freedom of a dove.
And so I sit here crying,
to my saviour up above.

9/8/07 written by amanda spencer at BRJDC