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The premise of this contest was to write a poem that described the writer's earliest memory.
Wish For Another DayThe first ingredientWish For Another Day by RollingTomorrow
Being together with you
The second component
Another day together
The third element
Every moment of memory
There's nothing more important
Everything else can stay distant
I only want a holiday with you
Nothing else will do
A perfect recipe
Containing you and me
Naught could make a holiday better
Than another day together
Days may be numbered
But memories cannot be altered
So as long as we are gathered
These simple wishes will be answered
Ophelia DreamsOphelia Dreams by AryaMay
Thus we came to rebehold the stars
And the other globes of the celestial skies,
Lady Luna with her blunted horns renewed-
The darkness haunting us left somewhere behind.
Or maybe not quite, so the Heavens do taunt-
While the Sisters Fate laugh as the devils cry;
And the mechanics of the world turn counter clockwise,
They pushed on by the mortals who plot God's demise
But you, my dear Ophelia, what do you see?
Do you envision your ghosts with those sightless eyes?
Or do you see anger, bitter desperation, hate?
The river as my arms that you refused to take?
My faithless lover, to the world a queen
A queen that it lost, like the others it had seen-
And your lips (now cold), how many lies did they speak?
Your hands (now damp), how many others did they seek?
None, and that's why you're a treacherous fool:
You denied yourself yours and now you're so cold
And dead, my Persephone, forever running away-
Like all women, our world's primary cause of pain;
The Melody of Christmas~The Melody of Christmas~The Melody of Christmas by ScarletDevil1503
Snowflakes drift like notes of a song...
Softly, gently, moving along.
Coming each with a wish of good cheer...
Hope for the dawning new-year.
The wind ebbs and the flurries die,
But too soon another stirs up the sky.
Beyond the frosty trees and homes,
A threesome of jolly carolers roam.
I silently gaze at the wonder around,
Knowing that no greater is found.
It comforts the cold and tickles the air,
Snow gentle snow everywhere.
Then, as these soft moments do fold;
This heartwarming melody sings in the cold.
And, for the fear of it passing away,
Merry Christmas to all; have joy on this day!
hurricanes are named after people for a reasonwhile in memory of the dear p.s. ; it had the thought of everyone else too. dream well.hurricanes are named after people for a reason by terribly-forgotten
you thought tragedies
only happened in movies,
and sometimes in books.
you never thought there was a thing
like a soul-stealing crook -
then it happened.
and you didn't know what to do.
you couldn't accept the fact
that a sack of bones meant
and you loved it, called it your own.
cradled it in your arms
and made it your home.
you knew rainbows couldn't shine
without a little rain. but a little rain
now forged itself into a hurricane.
and waves are crashing
your eyes sting with pain.
you blame yourself everyday
to satisfy a lonely fame.
passion was dirt as dirt was dust -
it broke your heart, and made it rust.
eye of the hurricane was blue and pure;
but when it leaves you like this
there won't be a cure.
Angry at God.You took from me that which I loved most,Angry at God. by hockeymask
So I don't want to hear Father, Son ,and Holy Ghost,
What unholy sin did I commit ,
To suffer this abandonment ?
No rhyme nor reason could I fathom ,
When you cast me into this dark chasm ,
All the 'whys' just made no sense ,
To me you broke every covenant.
With all the years of tears and loss
You have given me this bloody cross.
When each year the time comes around
I see others walking on your given ground
With not half the gifts that I gave this earth,
I'm swindled of the joy of painful birth.
When a priest speaks like on the mount
I hear the words like blood from a fount.
Cover me in their staining lies
The mother in me turns and flies.
For your own son he had more time ,
To laugh , to sing, to drink water and wine .
What kind of God could be so unkind
To yoke my nape with this bind?
I raise my fist and shout to your leaden sky
''You Bastard !" you have no guts to tell me why,
You robbed me of my hopes , my dreams
And all that was and could
DysphoriaDysphoriaDysphoria by pistachioSloth
There is no such thing as a perfect man or woman.
There is no such thing
As a completely feminine woman
A completely masculine man.
Human beings are unique, each one different and the same
As the one next to them.
Must there be an identity for every measure and blend of characteristics?
Can a percentage be placed
On each person’s degree of masculinity and femininity?
Or on the degree to which they favor others of different identities?
Can having too many identities
Be just as oppressive as having only one or two?
When did the search for kinship of identity
Become as restrictive and hateful as h
The Monster in the houseThe Monster in the house by smalltownsillygal
"There's a monster in our house mommy....
He is so.. so scary!
He hurts my badly.."
"Don't make up a story honey.
Work keeps mommy just too busy!
For your better life, mommy needs to make a lot of money!
Just grow up sweetie!"
JinxThine bliss hast wrought me into an oblivion.Jinx by smalltownsillygal
Thy woe shalt make ye remember me.
Night SkyPaint me a story of words,Night Sky by puddlethecat
the clouds and sky sit as a attentive audience.
The stars outline filled with memories of our epic journey.
Hands will be joined together under
the light of the Haley’s Comet.
The man in the moon will stay hidden in the moon,
we’ll seek him out while sitting on our picnic basket.
Your FaultCrawling through the floorYour Fault by owen-sixes
Trusting you to keep me safe
I feel a pain in my head
Something red and warm runs down
Blurring my vision
A cry echoes from my lips
As this metal barb hangs from my skin
You drop your graphite pole
And rush over to check on me
But I don’t trust you now
You didn’t keep me safe
This blood shouldn’t be flowing
This is your fault
I already hate you
PranksterPranksterPrankster by Dandin-of-Redwall
Among my memories old and new,
The first of all, I gained with you,
Remember that day when I was two,
My innocent face I bid adieu?
Sitting content within my chair,
Pleased I was to watch and stare,
And just await my pretzels fair,
From the bowl you gave with care.
While munching on my salty snack,
I heard dear Mother's voice then smack,
Warning you to take it back,
Her green bowl that I might crack.
I listened when you said it's fine,
To take it back, you'd make me whine,
You said to leave me alone to dine,
That I'd break nothing I thought was mine.
Now I then I had to disagree,
Though little, I was smart you see,
So in my own baby glee,
I thought to make your senses be.
And though I couldn't really speak,
I made a grin from cheek to cheek,
I dumped my munchies with a squeak,
Then smashed the bowl with happy shriek.
I still remember how you gawked,
Your poor demeanor completely shocked,
And Mother tutted as she talked,
How you had been surely mocked.
From that day I plot and
HyperthymesticIt's like looking through a crystal ball,Hyperthymestic by AMWeitz
I can't get
knees to elbows
like a prehistoric carving
on flat pink jewel,
an old philosopher born anew,
thinking of nothing and
signifying everything —
senseless and parasitic
and beautiful was I,
all in midair.
I could never forget,
and it's not that I don't like baths;
I just always end up face down
trying to breathe in the warmth
I once knew
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