Flexible Writing

I have changed the rules to allow for up to 30 lines. Anyone wishing to modify previously posted poems may do so now.

Treasure Hunt (Gore/Blood)

He leans over the table
Lit by the harsh florescent bulbs, and
Smells of formaldehyde, bleach,
And just a hint of sour blood.
His eyes, pits of blackened tar
Behind the garish blue and white makeup
Light up with glee
As he sharpens the scalpel,
The corners of his painted on smile
Reach high on his face
As a malicious grin spreads
While he begins to
Slowly make his cuts
Through layers of buttery skin
On a fat little boy
Who reeks of ether and popcorn.

Blood comes streaming out
In rivulets of red
And drip onto his oversized shoes.
He screams in delight
As his treasure hunt wields
His first prize, the first of many
A kidney, which he
Almost reverently
Presses to paint stained lips
Then tucks away in his treasure chest
Along with all the others.
Then he turns back to his toy,
So he can continue his hunt
For his favorite treasures.

A woman is sweet
And a jewel to be had
Though at times, it seems
That they simply go bad

It starts out all right
With love all around
But it quickly goes sour,
As she starts to hound.

An anger runs over
That fogs up my mind
As she sits there and nags
And I stand maligned

She has no right
To run off her mouth
So I put her down proper
But things start to go south
Sit and Look Nice (Hatred)

She starts to cry
As I raise up my fist
But that wretched sound grates me
And I start to get pissed

My anger runs over
Her face stuck in my head
And before I can blink
She’s bled on the bed

Now she’s just one more mess
I have to clean up
Why can’t woman just sit,
Look nice and shut up!

Blood, Gore, Et Cetera

The barrel pointed at their head.
The only way to kill the undead.
Pull the trigger, watch the gore.
Aim at the next one, there's always more.
Ones jaw was smashed, teeth knocked out.
Ones leg barley hanging on, limping about.
Ones face covered in the blood of my friend,
Now laying on the ground, their life at an end.
I run again, the horde moving in.
I pull out a blade, swinging again and again.
Someones teeth sink into my arm.
I pull back, mentally swearing in alarm.
One bite, that's all it takes to do you in.
Hands slick with blood, I swing again.
I miss, my blade flying from my grip.
I give up, feeling my skin rip.
My arms, legs, and even my face,
All being eaten at a feverish pace.
I beg for mercy, beg to die,
Heart slowing, I begin to cry.

Love

You asked my why I love you.
I don't know what to say.
Maybe it's your eyes,
The passion burning inside them.
Maybe it's your smile,
That shows whenever you see me.
Maybe it's your hair,
Dark, long, and smooth.
Maybe it's your voice,
Warm, and full of love.
Maybe it's your laugh,
Bright, and cheerful.
Maybe it's your lips,
Strong but gentle.
Maybe it's your arms,
Wrapped carefully around my waist.
Maybe it's your hands,
Gently caressing mine.
You asked me why I love you,
And all I know is that I do.

Hate

Every time I glance at her reflection,
I don't see love, I don't see affection.
I see a cold soul, full of pain.
I see someone with nothing to gain.
She holds hands with her hate,
She's constantly tempting fate.
Pushing that sharp little blade,
Deeper into her arm,afraid.
She can't let anyone else know,
Can't let the blood or scars show.
She hides her pain and hate,
No one will know, until it's too late.
Staring through the mirror, looking back at me.
I see this monster, who only I can see.
I see this nightmarish version of me.

* Michael Myers : ( Blood; Gore) *

I could run and run
But you'd still catch up

I've seen how you'd Slice those necks
and how you'd crush skulls to the ground

How you make everyone scared of you
Every halloween night, In every town

Your as strong as an Ox
As you smash rats and eat them for breakfast

How you rip off faces and make them your face
You could be in our dreams but only if WE choose because your no Freddy

When someone is bleeding endlessly inside a ambulance
Isn't the liar when they are say they've been through something like Michael Myers



* Love *

The heart is Red
Sometimes it's pink

As to hope we find someone
Someday that hand's match our hand links

It is war
It can be kind

But we play the fool at a time
Just to later become wise

God willingly, the right one may always be there
Even if it's in disguise


*Hatred*

It must never bother you
For the thing's you've done

It must didn't bother you knowing that in the future
Your mother could say " This is not how I raised my son ...."  

It must have never bothered you
Knowing who it could affect that was close around

It probably doesn't bother you, Because knowing you
You'd spend years trying to forget those sounds

But it bothered me !
I was there and I was around !

I despise your presence,
Question who you are and take you as a joke because you are a "Clown"

I wish I could have saved her
But I guess that job was to big for me

But you.... You are the Hate of thee

Wow! I am so glad I'm getting all these entries! For a while, I thought this competition was gonna flop and I wouldn't have enough entries to choose a winner, but now I don't know how I will choose a winner with all of these fantastic entries!

Anonymous said:<< post removed >>

Are you being serious?

Okay, it makes sense now. Because it's over. Just now noticed. Has it really been two weeks? Well, now comes the dreaded moment when I have to choose a winner...

Congrats guys! Lots of great entries! To be honest, it was a close call between Grace and Cortney, and I had to decide based on who had fewer trophies. They were both just so friggin' good! All of them were, really.

Thank you! =^^=
This was a surprise, especially since I had to write a love poem.
I'm really not a romantic, so that was difficult for me.

Congrats to  ldryad (Grace) and ErinH (bluegirl19), too!