Godlike title contest o.O [round 2 - final round]

Hi there again my beloved poets O.o.

My Decadent
Britt
ReproducedByIntelligence
XxRomancing the Darker SidexX
NyellMoonlight.
Decay In The Dark
xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex
The Queen of Spades
HOLLYWOODxBANGBANG

These are the ones that moved on from the 1st round.
What I want you to do is make a poem and as a title you must have the name of another participant.

TITLES:
1.My Decadent [DONE - Decay In The Dark]
2.Britt [ RESERVED - ReproducedByIntelligence]
3.ReproducedByIntelligence [DONE -NyellMoonlight]
4.XxRomancing the Darker SidexX [DONE - HOLLYWOODxBANGBANG]
5.NyellMoonlight [RESERVED - xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex]
6.Decay In The Dark [DONE - The Queen of Spades]
7.xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex [RESERVED - Britt]
8.The Queen of Spades [RESERVED - My Decadent]
9.HOLLYWOODxBANGBANG [RESERVED - XxRomancing the Darker SidexX ]

DEADLINE: THE 20TH OF NOVEMBER.
The rules for the poems are still the same. Best poem wins.
I haven't decided upon the prizes. I'll think about them and post them asap.
Good Luck!

Decay in the Dark please! what a cool idea

Decay in the Dark, please. :]]

Lol, shhh. I see that. :'[

Damn, I really wanted that one. Hrmph. Lol.

I suppose I`ll take Romancing the Darker Side, then.

3.ReproducedByIntelligence, please :)

My decadent for me..

Thanx!

NyellMoonlight, then. ^^
Sorry I just saw this and computer's being really slow.. I'll write this as soon as possible.

But I must know (to be certain!) how is "Nyell" pronounced?

If I use that in the poem (which most likely I will) it'd be most helpful.

Thanks. ^^

xTheEcstasyofSuicidex

"The Queen of Spades"
Thanks

I was going to pick it.
No lie.

I was all like. . .
Hmmm.
BRITT!
Then I seen it was mine anyway.

Lol. (:

Since all the titles are now taken u can start workin at ur poems. Good luck and have fun. And please, pretty please post them in time ^^. Thank you.

Decay In The Dark

Cremated senses, I burn
Awaiting the fiery unknown
Reason thinning like gossamer
On which the breakage is enthroned

Pieces of me drip from the sky
Into scarlet crevices of shame
Where punishment's flames never die
A ceaseless mockery of pain

Life, vital, to the funeral
Vernal sounds become my requiem
The Reaper of Truth himself
Buries my dying Carpe Diem

No more tears of shattered sound
Now, in my abyss, do I pray
To sink far beneath hollowed ground
If only Deo Volente

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*Deo Volente means "God be willing"
*Carpe Diem means "Seize the day" (i'm sure everyone knew that pretty much)
*gossamer is an extremely thin, light fabric, often used for veils

My Decadent

You will never understand the nature of my arrogant misanthropy.
These enigmatic eyes form the skeleton smile of prudent vanity.
I am content in the sanctuary of my complacent shadow,
so take this aesthetic reality and throw the world out the window.

I tried desperately to restrain my corrupted perfidy,
to prove I'm not just another silenced face of absurdity.
This smile I call upon to feed my burning abyss of emptiness,
provoke the secrecy of my tormenting credence.

I grasped blindly at the pain of my self-indulged paradox,
causing my ardent memories of significance to be lost.
These eerie delusions that taint my shallow mind to autopsy,
slowly dissipating the subconscious soul of our fallacy.

My weakened patience succumbed to my self-destructing anger,
allowing the beauty of profanity to flatter.
I breathed in the static heresy of twilight,
to fall asleep in the blissful ache of my lullaby.

Place the blame on my moral deterioration,
to satisfy the pride of my placate aberration.
I wander in my deceptive labyrinth, blind and broken.
Keeping secret of this solitary bane, my decadent.

Reproduced by Intelligence

by NyellMoonlight

You denied my maturity in your pale blue eyes
while I uttered the words of hollow ebony,
in front of your gray mask fell my disguise
beckoning deathly touches of lively poetical motions.

My thoughts are sometimes reproduced by intelligence
yet sometimes filled with withered flowers of sorrow
illuminated by complicated symbols and patterns,
succumbed to hopes for better tomorrows.

Hues were changing but your face expression stayed cold
drowned in enigmatic disasters that shattered your entity,
sparkling shadows possessed another story that was told
behind murky self-confidence built inside of me.

My thoughts are sometimes reproduced by intelligence...

Romancing the Darker Side

Tape covers her mouth as she looks around,
Naked and crying, she was beat to the ground,
She screams for help but no one hears,
With iron fists, he plays out her greatest fears.

Chains are wrapped tightly around her wrists,
Begging to be let go, she turns and twists,
But she can smell her fate, it`s in her head;
She knows she`ll end up like the rest: dead.

He peers through his rimmed glasses at her,
Staggering over the lines he starts to slur,
And as he stumbles through the bloody debris,
He places a calloused palm on her shaking knee.

He can see her fear when he looks in her eyes,
But he ignores it, as he touches her thighs;
He`ll do the deed, losing his mind to her pain,
And her pleading tears, they`ll fall like rain.

He would never tell, but she knows his story,
It`s written in all his pain, in all his glory;
He wanted love, but love never wanted him,
Instead, it made his life shady, made it grim.

All of the lonely goodbye's he never took well,
Have left him to walk through this haggard hell,
And in all the blood and pain, he tries to hide,
The reason why he`s romancing the darker side.

-Jenna Elphick
November 20, 2007