New Challenge- Original Titles- Round 1

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RESULTS ARE IN THE BOTTOM!

Awards:
1st place: 13 r/r/c
2nd place: 10 r/r/c
3rd place: 8 r/r/c
4th place: 5 r/r/c
5th place: 2 r/r/c

Titles (I'll add more if there are too many people th
at want to enter)
UNRESERVED:

* Ceramic Guise
* Highlight Cyan Vacancy
* Crystal Malediction
* Mystics of the Abyss
* Implements of Monotony

RESERVED:
* Scriptures of Fallen Mind- Sam
* Ticking Consequences- Sam
* Diamond Days- Rex Hunter
* City of Concrete Angels- Rex Hunter
* Island of Hidden Motives- Electrogirl
* Embrace Wounded Muse- Electrogirl
* Nature's Tango- Rex Hunter
* Rusty Nights- Synh
* Lost In The Sounds- Synh
* Sequences of Lonesome Silhouettes- I R Jordannn
* Words That Slipped From Glassy Tongue- I R Jordan
* Abstract Boulevard- : silhouette of something
unimagin
* Crown this Complexness- Britt

DONE:
* Broken Creativity- Phirion
* Suffocation within Compassion- Faith Fry
* Ocean of missed chances- Phirion
* Her/ his words were a portal- Electrogirl
* Stained Canvas of Your Lies- Britney Schmelter
* Eyes of Molten Beauty- Beautiful Chaos
* Every Drip of Blood Echoes through Letters- Nyell
* Numbers Crawl over Fragile Skin- Mel
* Myopic Grotesqueness- Jess
* Dance within Scarlet Patterns- Artemis
* Frozen Sunsets- PygmyPuff
* Forget about Religion... Amen- Beautiful Chaos
* Spectrum Of Phobias- 4 track demo
* Disguise Your Screams with Velvet Dreams- Mel
* Dance of the Werewolves and Tired Eyes- Nyell
* Carnival of Demented Wanderers- Decay in the dark
* Days Plunged in Innocence- Tammie
* Questions Woven within Silence Tammie
* Sanctuary for Dreamers- Beautiful Chaos
* Weave This Dream with Me- Decay in the dark
* Obsessions within Bleeding Heart- Nyell
* Words and Inner Devils- Finalgravedigger
* Another Fallen Cry- mOnStRiToS pRiNcEsS
* Starless Song- mOnStRiToS pRiNcEsS
* Golden Miracles- mOnStRiToS pRiNcEsS

Obsessions within Bleeding Heart
Dance of the Werewolves and Tired Eyes
Every Drip of Blood Echoes through Letters

Great titles!

Thanks a lot :)

Questions Woven Within Silence
Days Plunged In Innocence

Do you mean that a poet can have three titles or we have to have three each? Sorry just wasn't sure. I'll come back and get another if so.

Spectrum of phobias..please

and also, thank you for the invitation.

Sanctuary for Dreamers
Eyes of Molten Beauty
Forget about Religion... Amen

Island of Hidden Motives
Embrace Wounded Muse
Her/ his words were a portal ...
Are the three I would like please!!!

Thank you! xxx

Oh lovely!
I Would like Frozen Sunsets please

=D

Carnival of Demented Wanderers
Weave This Dream with Me

I want to reserve"

"Another Fallen Cry",
"Starless Song", &
"Golden Miracles"

Please? Thanks!

I'll take 'Rusty Nights' and 'Lost in the Sounds'

.

I would like Stained Canvas of Your Lies

Thanks :)

Stained Canvas of Your Lies

Through a paintbrush, a story is told
With each stroke and each touch,
The tale is unraveled before us all
Each and every color say so much.
Portraying the love and the hate.
Crimson smeared across the canvas,
To her, meeting you seemed like fate.
You told her things to earn her trust.
Your twisted words were just the start.
..The pace of the brush grows frantic..
She tells us your broke her heart.
..The colors explode out of control.
You took EVERYTHING from her.
All that remains is her jaded soul.
The painter stops, stares at the canvas.
Her heart poured out for all to see..
She tosses the painting into the trash.
Leaving the room, the painter's free.
She's thrown away that life with you.
A new one is reborn, now that it died.
All that remains of her old life is:
Simply, a Stained Canvas of Your Lies.

Copyright Brittney Schmelter

Ohh Nix, Still so many good titles to choose from. For now I'll take:

-Disguise Your Screams with Velvet Dreams
-Numbers Crawl over Fragile Skin

Thankyou.

If I get the time i'll definitly be back to take another.

Eyes of Molten Beauty

Her gaze could light a fire,
Though rain falls from the sky,
Mesmerizing from first glance,
Such comfort as you die.

A fierce and blazing blue,
Flecks of silver dust,
Asthough she were an angel,
Reach for her you must.

Basking in her splendor,
You know not of her face,
If one day you meet again,
Those eyes shall be your grace.

Singed into your soul,
Time will not forget,
The beauty found inside the fire,
Eyes without regret.

I would like Dance within Scarlet Patterns please. I will try and do justice to the title but since this is my first time trying in a competition I am sorry if you don't like it.

Every Drip of Blood Echoes through Letters

Combusting oxygen in lungs
enwrapped with thoughts of gliding irony
imperfection tease glassy senses,
washing away glow of purple rituals.
So, soften this growing catastrophe
before it rise in it's igniting tide,
flowing through the eyes that
once were meant to be sapphires.

Cut into my longings, make them bleed-
Yet again, your pictures can't control me;
humor lifts bleak pearls from the soul's tear- lake
stumbling across unprepared imagination.

Footsteps follow paths paved with grotesqueness
composing these melodies of tarnished identity
soaked within frailness of spotless sunlight.
Drowned in liquid sarcasm
notions draw misinterpreted magnificence,
pushing me over the edge laced with obscurity.
Broken chimeras lick seductive memories
relinquishing hollow mind once again.

Oh dear.
Ive been sick and not on
then I lost this thread and couldn't remember my title.
But I got it now and i wrote it down so ill write the poem tonight and put it up very very soon.

Im irresponsible, but im sick so I dont take all the responsibility.
sorry guys

Abstract boulevard

please and thank you

Words and inner devils

Numbers Crawl Over Fragile Skin

In the end dates once important tend to crawl over fragile skin,
Like oil to a canvas painted similar to Van Gogh's starry night.

Monochrome vision has become such a fantasy to me,
Wisping away in Kodak film dark room of my delights,
Burning film surrenders to thin ashes of neurotic lighters,
Though where are you to whimper?
As my heart goes up in flames..

Darling, I'm drowning in my own creativity...

A scent of paint shall travel to our lips oh what a taste it is,
Chased by an obedient paintbrush over an easel of my ease,
Starry night shall plaster my painting, A rip off of Van Gogh,
Though no ones here to inspire me,
As my talent becomes theft.

Darling, I'm drowning in my own creativity...

Vivid ink shall pour onto parchment speaking words of love,
Yet manipulated by emotions behind harnessed insecurities,
Depressing poetry etched within a nightmare now replayed,
Though no ones here to hear me,
As thorns entwine with flesh.

Darling, I'm drowning in my own creativity...

..Drowning in creativity
..Drowning in creativity

As roses carve out the date till death.

Forget About Religion... Amen

Who really needs a book,
To tell them how to live?
Or promises of heaven,
To teach them to forgive.

Why do we need a building,
To go and pray to God?
To divide us even further,
Another false facade.

Believe what's in your heart,
Be open to debate,
But God flies out the window,
When faith turns into hate.

No creator could applaud,
Killing in his name,
If truly they are watching us,
They hang their head in shame.

Finally I finished it.
It was difficult, I tried a new form.
"Quatern"

-Frozen Sunsets-

Look to see the frozen sunset,
Evidence and proof of the past.
Make it stop, won't you make it stop.
The golden hand shows no movement.

Listen to the shouts of others.
Look to see the frozen sunset.
Stay strong; be strong, for the little eyes.
The shadows linger, staying still.

The darkness goes on forever.
The pain keeps tingling inside.
Look to see the frozen sunset
And feel the illusion of warmth.

Again and again it repeats.
It's an everlasting cycle,
For there is no way to escape.
Look to see the frozen sunset.

Dance Within Scarlet Patterns

Her face is very blank,
Doesn't give away a thing,
You'd think she was emotionless,
If beauty she didn't bring.

While on the dance floor her face changes,
She looks like she's at peace,
From what exactly they aren't sure,
But they are filled with caprice.

She's dancing for an audience,
By herself on a huge stage,
No one sees anything but the pretty face,
Finally let out of her cage.

One step, two step, three,
Each step she knows by heart,
It's full of mystery and wanting,
A strange journey it does mark.

Her clothes are a crimson red,
To amplify her mood,
But no one sees that side,
Her life they won't review.

As she finishes the dance,
She finally opens her eyes,
Finds herself in a pool of blood,
Now taken out of her guise.

Spectrum of phobias

Green everflowing waves set into action,
the perpetual motion of racing thoughts,
adhered to a gurney, anxious eyes shifting.

constricted by diagnosed conspiracies.

the tracking device surgery begins as shadows climb.
the golden gleamed beams will follow me to my hibernation,
what will become of the safety of it's isolation?

the binary indifference
technological hellions
every monitored keystroke
the blue screened alien spies

how will i disguise and hide,
when my resolve breaks in half?
as the bleeding mirror's quake,
and the lightless attacks.
methodically placing,
seventeen flares left unturned,
to ignite the torn sickness,
of a manic restless mind.

in an attempt to eradicate the unreasonable fears,
that trap my head far between these weakened knees

Ooh there are some lovelies in here

=DDD

Disguise Your Screams With Velvet Dreams

"Dance with me" He whispered, draping a cloak around my neck,
Slowly my eyes became bloodshot raped by his intoxicating smell,
"Disguise your screams with velvet dreams" were words once the wise,
Sweet letters of my consciousness biting frantically at a tense neck..

"Walk away from him" She demanded, White lights flickering in my mind,
"He'll throw salt into your wounds while thrusting soap to crimson lips"
Taste buds shall arise drifting silhouette bubbles into newly blood wine,
As the pressure from fresh air will lift us high onto a stone brick edge.

"Don't listen to her" He hushed, Swinging my body into sweet embrace,
Brushing finger tips to my neck whilst listening to a drowned out melody,
Stepping closer to the border with each breath close upon our cheeks,
"Choose me" he quietly murmurs whilst pushing me further off the fringe.

"Step off the ledge" She screams, rushing forward with feathered wings,
"Fly with me" He laughs, Now wrapping warm arms around my waist,
"No" She finally gasps, Grasping her hand to hollow beating chest,
As suddenly I begin to fall, Giving in to my consciousness of this regret.

Obsessions within Bleeding Heart

Cut off the threads that connect hollow clouds
so I can shield my heart
with traces of art
found beneath autumn- colored benches.
Implant the seeds of this winter
into the core of eternal summers
and feel the spring rain drenches.

Oh, feeble my mind is,
trapped behind lobes of bliss,
buried deep beneath the surface
of my noble lilac see.
Oh, feeble my mind is-
those catastrophes will foresee.

Cut off the threads that connect parallel skies,
leave a token to my bloodstained obsessions.
I'd rather kiss tinted lips of passion
than paint those words across your eyelids.

Understand the power that I fold
between my fingertips,
a structure, azure flames that it holds
and its breathtaking brilliance.
Understand hues of my deranged notions.

Screams
pierce
surface
of dreams.

And what is, tell me,
the value of sweetness?
What is my name in your eyes?
Forever captured I'll be
within two-faced devotion,
between pages filled with phobias
and cries.

Stars dance across the paper,
stars dance again tonight;
my mind's an abandoned shelter,
shelter for creatures exiled of light.

Blood
forms
figures
of madness.

I'm molding faces of melodies,
ears of emotions,
mouths of infatuations;
sculpturing myself within fantasy picture,
rebuilding organs with molten silver.

Golden liquor glides down
your tongue laced with lies;
roll the dice,
roll the dice
and watch them stop-
twice
on the seventh, chosen numbers.

Shall we dance
again,
again
and once more?
- like you swore,
the gain
-- our share of pain--
is spectral yet magical trance.

Cut off the threads that connect wings of butterflies
which carried around orbits of our magenta oaths,
say it out loud
-- split tongue laced with lies--
-you destroyed the world that grew on those clouds.

Of course,
I'll throw away promises,
I'll tear them apart,
so shall we dance
tango
over obsessions that pave my heart?

Sanctuary for Dreamers

The sky,
The stars,
The fading moon,
Awaken my sweet mind,

To dream,
Of something beautiful,
Yes,
Leave the world behind.

A quiet place,
Unknown to man,
Where simple pleasures lie,

To touch,
To hold,
A little piece,
Of something more than I.

To feel,
To fall,
Into the void,
This wish for something more,

Screaming out,
Within the dark,
A want,
I can't ignore.

Ooh this latest one is really good

Weave this dream with me

Tired lips, wasted eyes wait patiently for a presence.
Accompanied by euphoria that has long portrayed absence.
Every word that falls in between the distance that separated,
the understanding that fails to be gently narrated.

The quiet goodbye spreads slowly over fabricated smiles,
keeping lethargic eyes awake at never-ending nights.
The damage imprinted on a heart too tired to beat,
slowly illuminating tragic moments of sordid defeat.

There is no way of taking back crude words we exhaled,
no way to evade so we let ourselves be impaled.
A lullaby sung in the mists of illusion,
fitting an empty puzzle piece hiding in aberration.

The fragile whisper of a thread that holds my tears together,
form blatant obligation that breaks before the other.
This facade revival remains only to fade,
and there is no more reason for me to lie and wait.

Stitches of frayed forlorn knitted to soundless depths,
as claustrophobia sets in the iris of elusive breaths.
Tonight I will tightly wrap myself in quiet monody,
so just leave me and let solitude weave this dream with me.

I've had a lot of trouble writing recently, but here's one for you. :]

Days Plunged in Innocence

Splayed paint and crumpled letters withhold words I could never say,
Promises that never came to life in alphabets not once thought of,
Behind make up miracles and daytime disasters I am waiting... waiting
For someone to sweep me off my feet with the grace that I never had.

Summer dresses and springtime smiles is perfection in some eyes,
Basking in a dazzling glow watching from eyes that look beyond skin deep,
He sees what she never could in herself, what no one ever could see,
And I've caught myself talking in third person again, why is that?

From fairytales of childhood to adolescent days plunged in innocence,
The latter becoming so rare while years pass in time all but lasting,
I wonder what coloured seams will appear in my heart beyond mended,
Which will next appeal to those eyes that aren't so scrupulously watching?

I shouldn't ask so many questions of a person so extraordinary to find,
Just appreciate what I've waited for, whether it is the right time or not.
These days won't last much longer and I've got to stop looking forward,
Before all I can do is look behind and wish for things I always saw beyond.

And another...

Questions Woven Within Silence

Underneath your umbrella your cheeks are wet, but we both know that it's not from the rain,
Holes in sheets of faded black aren't the problem here, your overworked tear ducts are.
It's amazing how the biggest smiles transform into the oddest shade of disappointment
And you can just see the shades of grey appear around your eyes as shattered moments pass.

Grass has never looked so green, but it's a pity it's not on your side of the fence isn't it?
I guess you've always been the one to see the best of everyone else but never of yourself,
And it's even more of a shame that I am the exact same as you, who I pity above all else,
So for once I can douse myself in lovely smelling perfume and know you would want to do the same.

Bonds break permanently and I've been told they're too far beyond repair this time around,
Informing you off this tragedy is just too much to bear at this point so I'll give it a few days,
Maybe by then you'll realise yourself that you should find your own answers instead of relying on me,
But that maybe is a far stretch from the truth of reality, at least in my half-sane mind.

Questions woven within silence scream to me like your tyres do as you leave me once again,
Why can't you be the one to wail at me the way I do when I need someone to lean on?
See, I ask these questions that you always fail to, and yet you seek answers from unknowing mouths
Because you can't say the words that you always want to hear from the one that means the most to you.

So I'll wait for you at the other end of the rainbow, the side that you should've been on to begin with,
But you constantly insist that you'll be just fine where you are, yet we all know that it's the opposite,
The only wish I have for you, [or is that me?] is that you will see the truth before it all comes crashing down,
Not just around you, but everywhere in the shrunken world you've created yourself in silence.

Dance of the Werewolves and Tired Eyes

Decaying roses, flowers of tenderness
ornament my frail skin with thorns;
tired eyes vaporize in front of liquid silence
slicing immaculacy with forbidden waltz-
creatures of the dusk, nocturnal wanderers
lift their slumbering spirits to the sky;
cobble streets tell stories of our excitement
fulfilled within caramel dreams
as we live through earth's solitude
drinking her blood to feed hesitating souls.
Cosmic limelight shines across the pavements
spilling rhythmic thirst and lovable lust
for the life soaked with sunny raindrops.
United, we dance, dance through the night.

Carnival of Demented Wanderers

Watch the warmth of a fire slowly burn out without warning,
leaving an empty coldness that embraces our soul tightly.
We let ourselves be lost in the desert of our own quiet failures,
surrounded by forlorn eyes which has long fade and disappears.

The songs which we repeat in a broken record of desire,
renegade amongst the rotten labyrinth of a shameless liar.
We walk in drunken footsteps with blistered feet,
to hollow the sorrow that defiantly plants it seed.

Whimpered lips that elude sterilized despair,
risking indentured smiles which are never there.
Wait. I wait for another life of sweetened memories.
Fade. We'll fade towards the advent of awaited demise.

Somber hearts filled with empty and selfish pleasure,
softly tracing the phantom breath which was once held so dear.
Withered souls stammer under the gaze of isolated admirers,
adding to the sodomised carnival of demented wanderers.

Tomorrows the last day

Good luck everyone.

Words and inner devils

These ears are held captive by harsh curel words.
Poor eyes looked in gaze athat forever look forwards.
Bodies twitch and temble in constant fear
wishing for theose words never to enter ignorant ears.

Each word slowly processes in my mind
grinding innocent thoughts that wish to hide
each shredded and torn by the red hunters claws
turns on to think of teh worlds endless flaws.

Souls turn black with each stoke of his paintbrush
with all optimsism becoming brown mush
words still continue and an all go insane
never expereinecing such miserable pain.

Eventually morals are covered in total darkness
hope dissapears and only leaves saddeness
chaos rises from the fallen light
with the devil winning this unfair fight.

I will wait for the ones that aren't posted their poems, but just a few days.
Don't worry I hate when people don't judge their contests. I will judge this soon, for a few days.

The last due date is: Feb16th

Another Fallen Cry

This juliet was bleeding,
Her soul's bright fire dim.
In a life of sorrows,
It was either sink or swim.

On the shore she saw him,
A romeo, prince of the night.
Against all odds she reached out,
And turned from garish light.

Then he pulled her from the tide,
Saved the dying maid.
She afraid to love him,
And yet by her side he stayed.

With blind faith she followed,
Into his shadow she fell.
Seduced by black and velvet,
Drunk of passion's spell.

A day spent long in bliss,
A moment meant so much.
And no more was this juliet,
Starved from love's sweet touch.

Then the darkness overcame,
In silence he left her there.
Never saw her tears fall,
Or heard her heartstrings tear.

Left alone in pain,
Once again she did bleed.
Shackled by other's power,
Longing to be freed.

Once again, yet time was short,
In twisted fate they met.
In shaded seconds spent together,
Yet no where did they get,

Again ripped apart by time,
And distance seals the fate.
Now all this juilet feels,
Is pain, despair, and hate.

She cries without a tear shed,
She lives without a soul.
She curses the one she loves now,
For everything he stole.

'I love you' she did long to hear,
But these were words he never said,
And now this juliet lays weeping,
And wishes she were dead.

.:CiNdY LoPeZ:.
.:Feb. 12, 2008:.

Starless Song

The song I hear in my head,
Signifies my true feelings.
The rhythm is so strong,
It's like it knows how I feel.
The song describe the emptiness
That's deep inside of me.
The melody is so beautiful,
It matches my mood.
This song is inside my head,
Whenever I feel depressed.
But then I start to realize,
It's not even a song.
It's just the emptiness,
That I have in my heart.

.:CiNdY LoPeZ:.
.:Feb. 12, 2008:.