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This Day is DoneBlood and brutality
The premise of this contest was to write a poem that described the writer's earliest memory.
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!
FunhouseThere are muffledFunhouse by misplaced-words
noises, and you hide your
eyes in your hands.
There was a tattered and
worn copy of Hamlet
in your bag. I can remember
watching you skim for just
The house speaks
in a soft tongue.
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
The smell of flesh,
echoes through these halls.
My arms sink in
I will walk out of the air,
into my grave.
The house creaks,
and it is speaking again.
The doors are shut,
and they giggle when
our backs our turned.
Go, bid the soldiers shoot.
The house tells us
we are not to be,
and our steps
teeth digging at our
Your hands are cold.
My face is cold.
From our flesh, may violets spring.
Looking BackWe travel through lifeLooking Back by ExcaliburBlade
what will happen
what will come
The path we walk
is covered in fog
hidden from sight
we take that next step
as we go by
not giving another
its to late
Never can we go back
along that treaded path
what once was
All we can do
is take another
and continue on
Thou, it does not stop us
from looking back
what could have been
crosses our faces
when we do
what passed us by
shall never pass again
is looked upon
but only sorrow
is ever seen
block those joys
that we wish
so hard t
You AreYou areYou Are by ExcaliburBlade
the only person
to make me feel
the guiding star
in the moonless night
where the shores
can be found
You bring back
the spark of hope
to the dying fires
of my heart
nearly gone out
more then once
you mean more
then a world
it is you
that opened my eyes
to the beauty
so I can finally
for what they
YouLife is illusionYou by DanielleDestiny
Consciousness a dream.
Thought is an abstract
What does it mean?
Perception isn’t perfect
The norm is a lie.
Stereos have no type
Ask yourself why?
Opinion isn’t fact
Knowledge isn’t truth.
If you know different
Then show me the proof.
We are different people
Depending who we meet.
So many faces for the world
All stuck on repeat.
Imagine if, for one day
We were who we really are.
That hate and fear did not exist
And understanding raised the bar.
Would it be such an evil
To simply be you?
Let others not rule your life
And, to yourself, always be true.
stringswhy do I waste all afternoonstrings by FallingAsleepTonight
thinking of names for butterfly weeds
the delicacy of their patrons
their tentative tongues-
and wings of light like shoddy buddha tapestries
pinned to bathroom walls.
I want wings like that.
I've missed a loop in my belt
can you help me fix it?
I'll do all the unbuckling if you can thread it back in
one after the other
can you feel that
after the other.
everyone wants to be told they are composed
of something delicate.
sinew and leather
I believe if we pray to be quivering chitin like butterflies
that is more than enough.
pinned to your walls I am machined tie-dye
and paint dust.
is this all I could want
my belt is on the floor and my eyes are fireless
in the chrysalized morning early light
wipe sinew from my lips
and promise to be a better animal.
Justice in Two AgesAt night-time when I heard the rain,Justice in Two Ages by NotOverthinkingIt
I used to feel the cold for you,
And resolution kept me sane:
I’d help the poor. I’d start anew.
Still it falls against your skin,
And still the callous are damned to Hell;
But I now know you take heroine,
And thinking that, I can sleep well.
After She Grew UpMe and my sister, dancing while cleaning,After She Grew Up by NotOverthinkingIt
Listening to folk-rock on her phone.
I jump and wave; she's swaying and leaning:
A temporary glimpse of the carefree zone.
Not quite free movement, but on a kind of loan.
It takes me back, about three years,
Dancing to the fiddle at our uncle's flat.
Fearless, I thought, while not seen by our peers;
The only stares came from where old strangers sat.
Well, then we could dance; we'd no care for that.
She's quieter now, or I remember wrongly,
Her past speech compressed to a shorter time.
Now she looks down when I look at her fondly,
And makes all requests in a kind of a mime;
And never will dance without shutting the blinds.
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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