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Literature
a normal day
I suppose I should fade into my head again
Those twisted realms where the flowers bloom
In strange arrangements and parings
Any poet would scream at my mind
Why, I placed a Hibiscus near a Marigold
An offset match, I am told
But in those corners of my thoughts
Little creatures appear and play on the strings of my fear
Plucking the strands and dancing on my misery
I close my eyes and feel them in my eye socket
I blink them away and peer in the mirror
I see them dancing, and I smile ear to ear
I guess its not too much to ask
If I may pour another shot from the flask
And lay my head upon your lap
If I lean too far I can feel my py
Sick and Twisted Contest
1
Literature
When pepper is spilt (Luck/Superstition Contest)
It was nothing really
Just a move of an arm
A twitch, more than anything!
I meant no harm
Still my arm did move
Into the condiments' path
Tell me, how does that make sense
That I deserve God's wrath?
Just a small bit of pepper
It meant nothing more!
Okay, a rather lot of pepper
Spilling onto the floor
The shaker went crashing
It clattered and scraped
And I was roped in
To the cruel hands of fate
Then my friend started yelling
All red in the face
And the server got angry
Threw us out of the place
And my poor best friend Matt
Well of course he blamed me
"Seriously man," He said
"How stupid could you be?"
One thing
Luck--Superstition Contest
2
Literature
Twisted Love
I thrive amongst the darkness and the pain;
There's no blood in my veins, just on my skin,
In a world like mine, one might go insane,
Like so many of my kin.
A lesser known monster, shamed in their world,
Though just as horrifying as the rest.
Diamonds in the rough, a bright hidden pearl,
Though still we are treated as a pest.
Then you walked into my life, young and bold,
And changed everything I thought I knew.
You go against all the things I've been told,
With the things you say and the things you do.
I never knew anyone so alive;
You brought colour to the darkness of pain.
Barely intact, you were forced to survive,
Left all
Love Without Boundaries Contest
9
Literature
Stormcrow
Old man shuffles down the road
Tall stick clutched against a dirty cloak,
Sometimes a curl of smoke trails behind
And some say a pair of surly crows.
Old women mutter, "Stormcrow,"
When they see him in the rain.
He turns a piercing eye on them
It is they who flinch, not him.
He is sometimes seen in forests
With a hand against an ash
Where a sorrowed soul has hung to rest
Even many years long past.
The warriors say they've seen his silhouette
On the hill after a battle
Watching women move among the dead
As the crows fly overhead.
One day a wayward tax collector
Stumbled from the wood
Mumbling of a disfigured horse
And a figure in a hood.
Personal Mythology Poetry Contest
7
Winter Christmas Contest
3
Starry Prompt Contest
3
Halloween Multimedia Contest
6
Butterfly Apocalypse Short Story Contest
3
Literature
The Horrid McSnee
In the fashionless land of the horrid McSnee, the stones cut like diamonds, men hang from the trees
While their bones are exposed by nine eyed, sixteen winged, amphibious, flesh eating bees.
The McSnee are quite ruthless, their rule absolute, their evil deeds matching their evil repute.
Those who write love songs have their hands nailed to their ears, and, while billy goats chew on their blasphemous beards,
Philosophers are staked to the ground by their pubes.
Into this land limped a pilgrim of sorts, a meek dirty traveler, to hear the reports.
He shared flesh at their tables; he mucked out their stalls; he sang songs of blood eagles in
Twisted Wasteland Poetry Contest
12
Literature
Bless him for he comes...
He walks across the parking lot to his ride
Can't stop, has to push on against the busy tide
To feed the hungry and wanting
The smiles he brings after this duration,
on a crap salary, is truly an inspiration.
To quench the thirst of the public...
I feel lucky to have know him in that brief minute and a half
Give you my money plus a dollar twenty-five tip for the whores and gas
and watch as he walks away, (I'm sure) blessing our house under his breath.
Thank you for paying more attention to our needs
Thank you for putting us ahead of your own personal hygiene
Pizza Delivery man, I love you!
Antihero Poetry Contest
4
Literature
Dead in the Water
When you are dead in the water
It's calm, calm, calm
And the only way to go is
Down, down, down.
You could bob up
you could also sink
And you will simply bob
and sink
And it feels pointless.
Dead in the water
It's calm, calm, calm.
And the only way to go is
Down, down, down.
But you wanted it
To be like this
So you wouldn't have to think
And you wouldn't have to act.
Just let yourself go and sink
Down
Down
Seven Deadly Sins Poetry Contest
14
Literature
Tap one two three he said tome
Tap one two three,
A great musician says to me,
tap one two three I reply the creed.
Sing a king,
One that just won't grow old,
And practice a scale or three,
All this the musician said to me,
When I dared asked why is eyes came alive,
And with missing a beat of the summer heat he said.
'Simple because one two three,
Is as easy as A, B, and C ever will be,
But no letter fills like something on self composed.'
Tap one two three,
All this the great musician said to me,
With hidden beat and happy note, tap one two three the musician said to me.
"Resonance" Poetry Contest
7
a normal day by UnkownAuthorTag, literature
Literature
a normal day
I suppose I should fade into my head again
Those twisted realms where the flowers bloom
In strange arrangements and parings
Any poet would scream at my mind
Why, I placed a Hibiscus near a Marigold
An offset match, I am told
But in those corners of my thoughts
Little creatures appear and play on the strings of my fear
Plucking the strands and dancing on my misery
I close my eyes and feel them in my eye socket
I blink them away and peer in the mirror
I see them dancing, and I smile ear to ear
I guess its not too much to ask
If I may pour another shot from the flask
And lay my head upon your lap
If I lean too far I can feel my py