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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!
All You Need Is LoveThey say "all you need is love"All You Need Is Love by tanafeyroyale
Well then I am deprived
I'm starving, freezing
Dying in this hell
If all you need is love
Then love is food and water
Shelter, warmth, and security
It protects you from harm
And swaths you in in all things good
But if all you need is love
You become dependent on it
Your life hangs in the balance
And if you lose that love
You will cease to be
You're not a failure for failingHer small, anxious handsYou're not a failure for failing by Tangled-Tales
grabbed the cup, a bit too large
as it slipped down and tumbled to the ground,
the milky mess covering the carpet:
her mother let out a disapproving sigh
and rolled her eyes,
“Will you ever do anything right?”
and that’s when she began
to limit her aspirations,
so that her dreams would never be too large,
so she’d never make any mistakes
she’d never again drop the cup,
but she’d never have enough to drink.
Author I amSoft scratching sounds are heardAuthor I am by BastetCat
As I watch images begin to burn.
I run my hands down the paper
As I quickly look at the clock.
Several hours have now past
As I lick my dry lips.
My throat is parched
As I reach for an empty glass.
I rise slowly with aches
As I lay down my wand.
I shuffle slowly to the kitchen
As I try not to drop my glass.
I quickly refill
As I look at the clock.
I hurry back to my desk
As I feel the magic ready to burst.
I pick up my wand
As the new images appear and I smile.
Things begin to blur
As time passes once more.
This is my passion.
This is my heart.
This is my soul.
Author I am and this is my Excalibur.
Skinwalker's Balladdon't you move til morning comesSkinwalker's Ballad by TheStoyTeller
the devil has you in his sleep,
that fleeting feeling of doubtful reason
gives him home in flesh and deep
in bone, and gone, he gave you wings
and you flew away
don't you dig beneath the tree,
where crooked hearts and minds all stay
that poison fruit of Adam's own
he ate it's heart and there he lay
bleeding, loving, holding on praying
for his final day
don't you dare return it home
hell fire'll blaze in your wake
no man a fool to touch your skin
to it he shall become a slave
to task your debts and deeds and leave
a shell in the hay
all of us,
wolves in man
cry in heed to the final plan
kill us all, set us free
back home we go
to the crescent creed
all of all
us wolves in man
we howl in heed to the final plan
kill us all, open the cage
back home we go
to that ivory stage
and don't you move til morning comes
we will have you in our sleep
take back our fangs, our tongues and reason
bury you in thoughts so deep
you drown in bone and flesh and blood
Dear SantaDear Santa can you fix it for meDear Santa by DanielleDestiny
To live a day of my life pain free
Where bullies won't rip off my shirt
And, just for once, the bruises don't hurt
Can you please make it that for this one night
My parents get through it without a bad fight
Or that I have an hour without the growing fear
That in the morning I won't be here
Maybe if I am good today
I won't be beaten for being gay
And that I might not have to grieve
Over a friend killed for what they believe
Please don't make it another night on my own
All the rest of this year I have been so alone
Everyone I loved has gone and I'm tired and old
No money for the heating, the house is so cold
Let me find a nice place in which to stay
I'm not fussy; just a nice alley or friendly doorway
Santa what I would give for a crust of fresh bread
Or one night spent safe in a fluffy soft bed
Bring back my daughter, I need her alive
Go tell her killer not to drink and then drive
Tell my mom I love her and give her a hug
Let her know I'm sorry for over
Self SatifactionWhen are you gonna learn they askSelf Satifaction by soona15
I’m trying I say
Try harder they yell
I am trying I whimper
Not enough they growl
I give up I whisper
It’s your loss they howl
I sit down in despair and cry
I always try
But it’s no use
However hard I try
The way they yell always makes me cry
When am I gonna get it right
When am I gonna learn
I ask myself as they all walk away
I wanna prove it to myself
I wanna prove it today
I will never give up
I will even take away my summer
No it’s not a bummer
I’ll try harder
And block their screeching away
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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