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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 TheFinalHikari
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!
Locked Herself in The Dungeon to Chase The DragonShe’s crushing lungs with carbon copy footsteps.Locked Herself in The Dungeon to Chase The Dragon by BackShelfSouvenir
Chasing pretty little fields of a blooming enantiomer.
Chattering bones break as the mercury bursts through the streams.
She’s brushing lashes with black hole eyelids.
Trading war hero marching for fully automatic gunfire palpitations.
It spreads like the bubonic plague only to be stopped from arterial plaque.
She’s buzzing, loving, and trusting in absolutely nothing.
Life is a Study of ContrastIf not for the darkness,Life is a Study of Contrast by KlingelChelle
We wouldn’t know the difference
Between a star and a ball of dust.
Life is a study of contrast.
We get dark,
Not to fall apart
But to shine.
Reality?Reality,Reality? by Delta565
Is not real,
What you say,
Is not what you feel.
Make you rot,
"Who am I?
What am I not?"
Are an illusion,
They give you nothing,
Nothing but confusion.
Blinds the wise,
There is no vision,
In your eyes.
Is the greatest lie,
There is no feeling,
After you die.
Which we create,
Drain our life,
Leave us with hate.
And I have nothing but vanity,
Since nothing is real,
Not even reality.
This little childI held him closeThis little child by SweetlyC
close enough to hear his little heart beat
I feel him take in air
I created this
I think as I press him close
while staring at him small face
Whats his name
asks a nurse next to me
I smile and reply Andrew
He smiles at me
and I smile
pressing my lips to his ear
I whisper to him
The world is cruel and I thought
I would never want you
I kiss him and say
but now I would give everything up for you
because for the first time
He cry's out
and I press him closer
while doctors rush to my side
I keep going saying
for the first time
I have found my love
and it's you
Old poem: SwimmingEverything is clearOld poem: Swimming by SweetlyC
You feel weightless
Like floating in the sky
To high for anyone to see
Water may have air
But you still need to breathe
Under the water is a different place
Like from a different world in outer space
You have to push yourself
to move around and use goggles to see
Floating away in this blue space
where I can finally feel free
Just don't forget to breathe
As you swim around
Under the sea
In Their Shoes.Everything and everyone we encounter is an iceberg; only the surface is visible, and what lays beneath is an unknown story, within a story, as a result of a story.In Their Shoes. by rociobelindamendez
We may see someone walking down the street, and immediately have a watered-down idealized image of them, in their room, doing whatever it is that they do, in their skin, with their experiences behind them, and their world in front of them.
We can empathize with others in a general sense––
Have you ever wondered what it’s like to be another?
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to wake up as a random passer-by?
We have an image of what these people are like behind closed doors, when there’s no one around, when they can just be. We interpret these imaginings as beautiful, as interesting, as different, we romanticize the idea of them. We know we’ll never learn the steps to their tune, just as they’ll never dance to the beat of our
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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