Absolute challenge -- the final round--

The people who advanced in the third, final round are:

* BlankIllusion
* NyellMoonlight
* Ecstasy of suicide
* gabriella
* Rex Hunter

RULES:

*You should write four poems in this round:
1. With two titles that you picked from the list below
2. With the title picked from my poem page (Go to my poem page and pick any title that you like)
3. With the title: -Foreseen and fragmented-
4. Rhyming and form is optional.

TILES:

1. Fading light- BlankIllusion
2. Mystics of the Abyss
3. Devil's lost rings- Rex Hunter
4. Cruelty of dreams- Rex Hunter
5. Crystal malediction
6. Her/ his words were a portal
7. Streets of the Forgotten- BlankIllusion
8. Implements of monotony
9. Erase all purple shades- xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex
10. Jaws of metal fascination- NyellMoonlight
11. Applause to the blackness
12. Chain me to obscurity- NyellMoonlight
13. Static mindless particles- xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex
14. Island of hidden motives
15. Resurrect bronze butterflies

Prizes:

- 5 th place- 15 r/r/c
- 4th place- 18 r/r/c
- 3rd place- 20 r/r/c
- 2nd place- 23 r/r/c
- 1st place- 25 r/r/c

Due date will be set soon, please check this out frequently.

Have fun!

Jaws of metal fascination
Chain me to obscurity

Great titles :)

I'll look on your poem page and let you know which title I have chosen.

Tragic Kingdom, please :)

A little hard for me at the moment, but I'll do my best to get all four in.

I'll take (from the list): "Erase All the Purple Shades" and "Static Mindless Particles".

And "Tattooed Song's On Tired Bones" from your titles. (I really like that title. Lol.)

Anyways, I hope I can get all these done for you; I'll try my best, I'm just really, really busy.

xTheEcstaysofSuicidex

Hmmm
applause to the blackness
&
ressurect bronze butterflies

and from your titles, moon tears please.
^_^
you have such wonderful titles!!!

Jaws Of Metal Fascination

by NyellMoonlight

Put the hand on the wet paint of sapphire lily
(we painted over reality with sea- horses),
deformed sky breathes lava over orange fields
while the heartbroken gargoyles rebirth from ashes.

Book of fireworks screams at me with illusive voice,
horses fly over angelic, bruised serpents;
pyramids of light ignite spherical scenes
as we rebel against symmetric spider- webs.

Jaws of metal fascination take my mind away
circling above mystical plants and waterfalls,
history's repeating, burning damned dimensions
while we exam gravity force of broken shooting- stars.

Moon tears

One last breath,
like a million screaming fires.
Give me rest,
let my swollen eyes slide slowly shut to earth.
Let my lungs give one last shudder,
as I cry, like moonlight spilling softly from my eyes.
For all the tortured people in this world,
for their losses and their sorrows on this earth.
And once I really dreamt I was a bird,
as I soared throught the sky I could sing,
but my wings were dry and broken so I fell,
here I am today crying in bed.
The butterflies came flying overhead,
I reached my arms towards them screaming for help,
hoping that they'd come to bring me back,
to the oceans of blue that gave me birth.
The wolves called to me softly from their lairs,
the bears roaring with courage in their hearts.
But all I can ever do is cry,
as the silver tears keep falling from inside.
For all the broken children in my mind,
the millions of heartaches and black lies,
a wilting rose of crimson am I,
like the star that never learned how to shine.
The moon still taunts me from above,
it's brilliance is blinding as if love,
the burns it leaves behind all turn to gold,
these tears still streaming softly down my mind.
And if all the tears there are in this world,
could be collected in a bowl and set aside,
the tears would turn to light and start to fly,
because stars must always return to the night.

Resurrect Bronze Butterflies

Weakly, for drained I am of every strength,
reach my tattered hands toward the sun,
for butterflies, and birds of white,
fly freely in the daytime light.

When I was a small shy child,
I used to sit alone outside,
I'd breathe so silently you see,
the butterflies would land on me.

Like whispers in my tearstained heart,
they'd fly around, bright rainbows in the sky,
they'd kiss my cuts, my scrapes,
healing the bruises of no shape.

They'd leave magic sparkles on my broken skin,
giving me happy memories of what could never be,
laughing, they'd tell me it's allright,
they're encouragement lasting through every night.

But now... I reach my hands up to their wings,
my mind blank of color, yearning happiness,
most of them fly away, so fast in fear,
yet one is fallen, staying near.

I call to it, a broken being,
hoping that something could love me,
but as my fingers brush it's crooked wings,
the ashes of a fire sings.

A pile of dust, is all that's left,
of the gorgeous creature there used to be,
please make another, just for me,
one out of bronze, that can fly free.

For a golden butterfly of bronze,
cannot break so easily as ones of light,
so please give me one that can fly,
a little girl didn't want to be alone when she'd cry.

Tragic Kingdom

by NyellMoonlight

Apocalypse in the stomach
ticking on the edge of the dread,
massacre of thoughts etches
reminisces in my noble darkness.

I domesticated this hollow ebony
to be my slave, not master;
tamed it and trained it carefully,
now it's rioting, tearing me apart.

Illusions lead war against my fragile senses,
flooding, drowning, suffocating all barriers;
towers and castles bath in blood
of my crimson, liquid existence.

World's ending inside the chest,
everything I touch turns to ashes;
damnation crawls with pulsing webs
to finally catch my confessing tears.

It's beyond the black and white
battling against once loyal minions,
spilling venoms, cutting their throats
then ruthlessly swallowing pieces of burning flesh.

Tragic is the destiny of this frozen kingdom;
earthquakes hit the lighthouses and bridges,
killing hope, slaughtering visionaries;
grotesque creatures howl through the fogs.

Oh, but the words, they heal me
when out there nothing is real,
vulnerable heart gets its seven stitches
and transfusion of fresh, blackened vigor.

If I get the chance to write these they'll probably be in prose and I hope that's okay.

I love these titles, so I'm going to try my hardest.

However, I can't at the current moment due to homework. Homework's been a real burden lately, but I'll try my hardest. Also, my internet's really slow, but I'll certainly try for you.

Thank you for reminding me.

xox.

xTheEcstasyofSuicidex

Applause to the Blackness

A murmur, spreading through the crowd,
rising into a wailing cheer.
A sound so terrifying, horrible,
it breaks the heart to hear.

The ghostly shadows of the truth,
grimly shouting for victory.
Gunshots ringing through the air,
as if joyful to be free.

Some people fall, some people fight,
murderers with no thought.
They merely kill for what is theirs,
and for what is not.

The pools of blood, like crimson tears,
spilling softly on the dirt.
Stains like broken rainbows,
stars on their torn shirts.

Their blood-red eyes, so filled with lust,
of pain and empty sorrow.
The memory of what was right,
gone, now they're just hollow.

Machines of flesh and blood they are,
killing pointlessly left and right.
Until the deaths make no sound at all,
smothered softly by the night.

And once again, the crowd does cheer,
clapping loudly as they scream.
Applauding the cruel darkness,
as it erases what is clean.

Foreseen and Fragmented

The mind, what a frail and thoughtful thing.
It cannot fly, for it has no wing,
yet it can invent angels in the sky.

Wickedly captivating the body, the hands.
Palms shape the beautiful pure lands,
into solid concrete, ugly and cold.

From the mouth, words flow, corrupted or pure.
Screams and cries that is for sure,
but also the sweet whisper of a poem.

And once again, the hands are cruel.
They never learned what was bad or good, never went to school,
weapons, formed of a childish dream.

Gunshots, fill the lying ears, never to be heard.
The mind telling them it was all fake, there never was a murmur,
the eyes looking past all blood.

Cheering men, laughing women, spending every dime.
Do they even know there are people who will lose their children if they don't get enough in time?
The rustling of green paper tempting to the heart.

We fill ourselves with darkness, savoring our reign.
Already foreseen the tragedy that comes with all the pain,
but the mind has already shattered the knowledge, a utopia of hallucinations is all we understand.

Chain Me to Obscurity

I mutilated your thoughts before you uttered them,
played with the silver necklaces of trust (heart-shaped)
lived by heretic laws trough your vaporous cold eyes
inheriting pieces of the unveiling circumstances.

Chain me to obscurity; feed me with abstractions;
drown me in the shadows of turquoise enigmas-
I will not stumble on your absurd prudence that pulses...
So, shall we reconsider our absorbing aberrations?

I mutilated your thoughts before you uttered them
regained control over violet wraths that consumed your mind;
Monstrous tranquility sheltered frailness of this confusion
as we mourned over particles of darkened yesterdays.

Chain me to obscurity; touch me with the hands of cold steel;
I'm ready to drink blackness from the chalices of anathemas-
I will not fail to seize your alluring sense for fallacies...
So, shall we embrace this ardent illusion for the rest of our lives?

Foreseen and Fragmented

Stunned sighs of beauty beyond bloody rivers
charm butterflies above the world waved with words;
servants of the Devil, shepherds and wanderers painted
with pastel fractures of shivering twists
summon another downfall of castles and legions.

Foreseen- nets of fantasies spread across the sun
with the sounds of pen scratching the paper,
with aromas of glassy lilacs and cinnamon.

Fragmented- inside the mind that licks darkness
through the valances of splendid infinity's theater
through the shooting- stars and baskets filled with gems.

Gorgeous diamonds etched on the facets of nocturne
drip off two-faced ink mixed with rose's seeds;
Black gates hide gardens filled with moonlight that dances
over my figure intertwined with zephyr's breath.
Embrace of nightly fiction infatuate patterns of the heart.

Foreseen and Fragmented

What was the sound of love? The taste . . . the texture?
Pale brown leaves, the texture of coarse words, fell from the even scratchier trees. The wind sounded like screams around us and we had to cover our ears to ever slightly muffle it. A hand goes out to catch the rain that was falling, but the fingertips looked nothing like your own. You wonder again, what is the texture of love?

Sighing gently, you accidentally stir the wind around you, and the leaves fall quicker. Was it (love) the same as the texture of lips, or more like the texture of a kiss?

You touch your lips tenderly, a little more lost in thought then you intended to be. Beautiful were the thoughts you encountered, but couldn't possibly be true; thoughts such as love didn't have a taste, texture, or sound, only a meaning of existence.

But everything has a thought, a texture, a moment where they could be played upon and tasted. I didn't much like the thought of this feeling being nothing but a meaning that could barely begin to be described.
You contemplate more. Love certainly had a taste - the taste of a kiss. Love certainly had a texture - the texture of touch. And love certainly had a sound - the sound of your voice. So, you contemplate to yourself further, how could love be merely a feeling, and nothing more, if it has all these things?

Perhaps love wasn't a feeling at all, you consider, but a moment in time where everything is perfect. Yes, that was it, it was time. Love was time, not an emotion, and time was life, and lofe is what we live for. So, love is the reason for living, most definitely.

Yes, love wasn't a feeling at all, for once could live without malice or failure, but one finds it difficult to live without love.

You shake your head in a smile. How smart you really were.

xTheEcstasyofSuicidex

((I'll get the rest in asap. Finals are this week and I'm scrabbling to keep up with everything. Sorry!))

Sorry all who haven't entered poems, but I have to judge this...
I'll post results in the few hours.

This was opened almost two months because I was too busy. Only ones who entered all poems will get places/prises. The ones who haven't entered all poems are disqualified.

3rd place: Gabriella
2nd place: Rex Hunter
1st place: NyellMoonlight

This was great contest!
Thanks for participating and congrats to all. I want to give compliments to all of you, you did fantastic job and I am really happy that you entered in this contest.
You will get prises soon :]
Well done, it was very fun to host this!

Yay! Thanks a lot! Congrats to all winners :)

This was really great contest, I hope that you'll planning another one :)

Wow thank you.
congrats everybody!!!