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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!
FallenIt was you, yourself, and your shadowsFallen by NormalMe
with me, myself, and my demons
helping each other cope,
we had built heaven together.
Existence Is A BarflyCiting previous small Diem,Existence Is A Barfly by myriadwhitedarkness
homo sapien masses incur bugs.
Like a gurgling schmuck,
with no more face for his vodka...
...than a two-penny strumpet.
Sitting on a fancified magic carpet,
with a pacifier, and aspirations as high as the Andes.
Sucking on sanguine and rooty hallucinations.
Must've been mentally stoned...
...with crawling euphoria.
Shoulda known Life would come in from the tavern,
drunk and staggering like she always is...
...and kick me in the ass.
But I end up thanking her every time,
she spreads those hurricane legs
and makes me see the Light.
A Battle to DefeatThe walls of flames enclosing us within this dusty circleA Battle to Defeat by sandracaskey
Keep us concealed from the lives we once knew.
A battle to defeat, we fight it internally,
Breaking away from the searing fear,
Escaping the prison of singeing hatred.
Our enemies the weapons we trusted daily,
Turning against us because we’re not trustworthy masters.
We’ve lost control of we were.
Now, we’re stuck tasting the ashes of ourselves,
Inhaling the dust and seeing the embers rain down
In the inferno raging on within our cores.
A battle to defeat, we fight it internally,
Wounds and all.
We rise quicker than we fall.
We may be caged within a battlefield,
But this war won’t last for eternity.
We will defeat this battle either alone or together.
Addicted to Messy Kisses (Visual) I want to sit on theAddicted to Messy Kisses (Visual) by Milk-and-Pie
roof top in your boxers and kiss
you while listening to you telling me about
the stars that made the constellations on my
face. I want to kiss you when you photograph me,
because that's what I want to remember: loving you
endlessly and boundlessly. I want to kiss you when you
are too tired and too drunk, and watch you slobbering all
over me, while I laugh in your breath on my lips. I want to
kiss you in libraries, when you'll blush and tell me to sto
What happend to your will?What happened to your will?What happend to your will? by Cerberuswarczenie
To fight against it must be mad?
But our emotions can make us glad.
It feels good just for that moment.
But the aftermath has left us broken.
Why do we follow this master?
Is it cause it gets us to our road faster?
To go against it is a struggle indeed...
Just to follow our own creed.
It not our fault...
Our will was not strong enough.
Then whose fault is it?
Or are we not made of finer stuff?
DepressionEach tiny tablet dissolved in my stomach,Depression by MurderousWriter
And left a shameful after-taste in my mouth,
Doing little to help the problem.
You can only cauterize a wound so many times
Before the body is too damaged to comeback.
Yet each day I swallowed my hope
That maybe today the wound would seal,
That the blackened areas rearranging my thoughts
Were really just a distant memory.
I grabbed each shard of relief and let them seep through me,
Feeling my soul convulse in disgust at my own weakness.
The cracks in my smiles and the hollowness of my laughter
Patched up with glue and staples,
Just enough to get me through the day.
I stared at the people around me and wondered
What it’s like to be free,
And so I grab an extra fragment of peace
And pretend that everything’s
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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