To close the windows to the soul To make a sweet escape Into the forgotten world of dreams Into a satisfying deep sleep Outside a harsh December snow reigns Outside the hatred of the world whirls about Inside the warmth glows Inside an enduring fire slowly burns So be it Sleep, the haven for cowards of reality So be it Sleep, a haven for all
When I get fifteen entries, I'll close the contest.
Entries, anyone??? Any sort of poetry works!!!!
I would like to sumit my poem "Soles" from my page. I don't normaly do this since its rather dark...
yaaaay!!! Another entry :D I'm trying to get enough to close the contest before everyone forgets about it...
And sorry I haven't posted my skellie on the roleplay. I'm having characters-block...
Wait what roleplay?
The Hobbit one? I kind of forgot about it too... and then remembered it a week or something later.
The Pep Talk Well, Hellooooo there. I couldn't help but notice you Watching me With those big hazel/brown Eyes What a looker...aren't you just Ready to take on the world, You gorgeous thing, you. Was your mama an angel? (Why yes, she was) I bet people just love your attitude Your charm, your confidence. You know you've got this covered. You Are Going places I say to my Reflection As I leave the mirror at 7 a.m Ready to take on the world.
Aw poop...why doesn't my entry show the spots where I pressed ENTER? Does anybody have a solution for this ridiculousness? Ayuda por favor...
Try pressing enter two or three times if you're on a desktop or laptop, and five or six if you're on a tablet or phone.
Ok, thanks so much
Oh yea, I forgot about it too! Can you bump it up? I have to think up a charater too... And sorry for posting this on your contest!
No problem, it's keeping the thread alive while I get the last couple entries :)
I’m falling. Rapidly descending back into the hole I just climbed out of. I reach wildly for anything on the walls that can slow my fall. But all my fingers pull from the sides of this hole is dirt. Who would have guessed that all it would take is a simple push. After all the hours of toil to make everything right, a simple push, a stumble, and down I fell. I fought for so long. I worked so hard. But it has all amounted to nothing. I’m unable to see anything below me as I plummet towards the bottom of this seemingly bottomless pit. I look up towards the light that is rapidly fading from sight. I see a figure gazing down. The one who pushed me in. I feel raw fury build inside of myself as I imagine the mocking smirk that must be displayed across their face. Sadness emerges as well. A feeling that had, I thought, finally lost its hold upon me. I begin to wonder how long it would take for me to hit the bottom. I feel it swallowing me whole as I fall further. Despair wrapping itself around my body. Loneliness sets in as I feel abandoned by the world in which I lived. I stop reaching for the sides, hands raw from the struggle of fighting. From the struggle of life. All that’s left is darkness. It is now my home. Controlling my feelings and taking over my life. Bitter tears form as I reflect on how the world pushed me away. Back into this hole. I look above and my will shatters and my heart saddens, as I watch the last shred of light go out.
We stand before each other. Yet we seem universes apart. You’ve watched me grow. You raised me. You tried to mold my identity but I already found my own. We share a long look between each other. It’s all we have left to share it seems. I wish that somehow I could make you see who I am. I want you to see my potential. I need you to understand me. I just want you to be proud… But I know you never will be. I could carry the world but you would only turn away. But your control over me is fading and I know that you know this. It scares you and it angers you. You don’t believe I could ever make it because I’m not like you. To you, I’m always wrong. Your footsteps are already set in stone, and although there are some you regret, you want me to place mine inside of yours. But that is not what I wish to do. I place mine in another direction and wear down my own way of life. For I rarely tread the beaten path, and I guide myself not by the steps of others but by how I decide to place them. I look around and see the world through different eyes and in separate ways than you do and this causes me to judge what I see differently than you and to shy away from the philosophies of others. I never believed that to be different was wrong or bad, but to many it seems it is. But as I am ready to turn my back to the past and continue my journey forward, I wish for you to have faith in my choices. Give me this chance and I’ll reach the world I’ve been looking for.
ok there are my two entries. I hope its not too late haha.
Brisa I just read your poem and died because it is the most motivational/humorous poems I have ever seen. Thank you for writing this. Day = made
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