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dragonsandthree posted this thread...
May 10, 2013 at 8:52 am

This is a poetry contest. You can submit anything you like as long as it is a poem. It does not have to have anything to do with a battle, it's just something to catch your eye.
 
Contest Rules:
Up to 2 poems per person
Up to 20 entries
Deadline is June 5
Winner will be annouced June 10.
 
Prizes:
1st place: rating and comments on 6 of your pieces.
2nd place: rating and comments on 4 of your pieces.
3rd place: rating and comments on 2 of your pieces.

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May 10, 2013 at 9:28 am

I'll submit my poems Sanity and Reality. They're both on my page.

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dragonsandthree replied...
May 10, 2013 at 9:44 am

Okay. Thanks!

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Edison99This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
May 11, 2013 at 1:47 pm

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

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dragonsandthree replied...
May 12, 2013 at 5:39 pm

I just came up with an exciting new twist to the rules. Mwaahahaha. It is possible to win more than once!

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Jade.I.AmThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
May 12, 2013 at 6:17 pm

 
I’m in a strange land,
a sad place.
If I stay here much longer I swear I might
fall,
from this precarious height,
to a world with no end,
or beginning,
one untraveled by Imagination itself.
Alice,
even though she too fell,
asleep,
was led down her own rabbit hole, now I mine.
Yes, I am amazed,
one might say I am
in awe,
transfixed and held
captivated,
and especially, in a twisted, thrilling kind of way,
terrified
by the kind of beauty one dreams of
only in
nightmares. 

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Jade.I.AmThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
May 12, 2013 at 6:18 pm


Freedom

I once lived inside a cage,
and people told me I could fly. 

So I tried that—flying—
and guess what? It was a lie. 





For the bars were not made
of mere, thin metal, 

and the key lie yards away,
in the hand of the devil. 


 


He told me I would surely die,
if he let me out, 

that flying took more courage
than my self-doubt. 


 


Well, in my cage I was held
up very high, 

and a single tear formed
and fell from the sky. 


 


I had looked up and realized
how close I was,

to touching it, flying,
like an angel does. 


 


Worse than being impossible,
it was so near, 

and the only thing stopping me
was my fear. 





Even knowing this,
I couldn’t get free, 

the devil held me hostage
and hid the key. 





Until the tear that had fell
kissed the barren ground— 

his cage, Hell on Earth—
and so the devil drowned. 





And yet how could I reach it,
stuck in midair? 

No way to reach freedom,
so my lips formed a prayer. 



 

The answer came quietly,
as I least expected, 

Because I knew him as one
I had always rejected. 


 


I watched as he ascended
to my cage without wings, 

and talked with the authority
of a thousand kings. 




“You can’t save me,” I cried.
“I’ve lost the key.” 

“There was never such a thing,”
he said cryptically. 


 




I kept on: “I hated you,
“So you’ve forsaken me here.” 

“No I love you,” he said.
“What I hate is your tears. 





“Do you think that one drop
on its own filled the earth? 

Or that a girl in a cage
can know what she’s worth? 


 


“I was there all along,
but you couldn’t see.
You were chasing a lie,
the distraction—the key.

“False hope is designed
by the One Who Kills.
Mine is real, and its waiting—
but you choose, free will.

“The first time you called me
I heard you and came, 

Then I killed your jailer
and I took the blame.” 


 


I asked him to explain
what he meant to say…
“There’s always a price,
and a debt to pay.”


I soon became aware that
we had switched places.
He was trapped by the bars
that his love erases.

This seemed to me as
a horrible trade.



Until the cage was proven
a mere charade.

It vanished like smoke,
the once-sturdy vise.
And when I looked in his eyes
I glimpsed paradise.

My choice was then made,
and I told him so.
“I’ll love you forever,
go wherever you go.”

“Then come fly with me.”
“But I have no wings.” 

He said, “What do you need
of such silly things? 


 


“That was the first lie,
the floor of your cage, 

and the bars came next,
from despair and rage. 


 


“Yet the greatest lie of all—”
and I began to understand — 

“Was believing in a prison
you built firsthand.”

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Jade.I.AmThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
May 12, 2013 at 6:19 pm

 
Freedom
 
I once lived inside a cage,
and people told me I could fly.  

So I tried that—flying—
and guess what? It was a lie.  




 
For the bars were not made
of mere, thin metal,  

and the key lie yards away,
in the hand of the de.vil.   


   

 
He told me I would surely die,
 if he let me out,  

that flying took more courage
 than my self-doubt.  


   

 
Well, in my cage I was held
up very high,  

and a single tear formed
and fell from the sky.  


   

 
I had looked up and realized
how close I was, 

to touching it, flying,
like an angel does.  


   

 
Worse than being impossible,
it was so near,  

and the only thing stopping me
was my fear.  




 
Even knowing this,
I couldn’t get free,  

the de.vil held me hostage
and hid the key.  




 
Until the tear that had fell
kissed the barren ground—  

his cage, He.ll on Earth—
and so the devil drowned.  




 
And yet how could I reach it,
stuck in midair? 

No way to reach freedom,
so my lips formed a prayer.  



  

The answer came quietly,
as I least expected,  

Because I knew him as one
 I had always rejected.  


   

 
I watched as he ascended
to my cage without wings,  

and talked with the authority
 of a thousand kings.  



  
“You can’t save me,” I cried.
 “I’ve lost the key.”  

“There was never such a thing,”
he said cryptically.  


   

 
 

I kept on: “I hated you,
“So you’ve forsaken me here.”  

“No I love you,” he said.
“What I hate is your tears.  




 
“Do you think that one drop
on its own filled the earth?  

Or that a girl in a cage
can know what she’s worth?  


   

 
“I was there all along,
but you couldn’t see.
You were chasing a lie,
the distraction—the key.
 
“False hope is designed
by the One Who Kills.
Mine is real, and its waiting—
but you choose, free will.
 
“The first time you called me
 I heard you and came,  

Then I killed your jailer
and I took the blame.”  


   

 
I asked him to explain
what he meant to say…
“There’s always a price,
and a debt to pay.”
 
 
I soon became aware that
we had switched places.
He was trapped by the bars
that his love erases.
 
This seemed to me as
a horrible trade.



Until the cage was proven
 a mere charade.  
 
It vanished like smoke,
the once-sturdy vise.
And when I looked in his eyes
I glimpsed paradise.
 
My choice was then made,
and I told him so.
“I’ll love you forever,
go wherever you go.”
 
“Then come fly with me.”
“But I have no wings.” 

He said, “What do you need
of such silly things?  


   

 
“That was the first lie,
the floor of your cage,  

and the bars came next,
from despair and rage.  


   

 
“Yet the greatest lie of all—”
and I began to understand —  

“Was believing in a prison
 you built firsthand.”  

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XiphiasThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
May 12, 2013 at 10:08 pm

I'd like to submit my poem "paper wings" on my page. 

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