Poetry competition CLOSED 28th April 2012 9:09pm
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNERS-UP:
Devilish
and Danii
The Online Romance II
Poetry Contest Description
Seeing as the first of time I did this competition it went ok , I thought to give it another go . So write about your online romance or who you'd like an online romance with .
Let's Roll It Up
Can we roll it up
the sky , the clouds
then take a puff ,
blowing out , airborn sounds ,
let's , not give a fuck
as we stand out proud ,
plucking bad luck
from our eybrows .
Swirl for me
in flowered hair ,
in a girly free
candle wax glare ,
with you it seems
I dare , I'm not scared
ocular beams
they shake like a snare .
Lie down with me
in this tiny existance
I want to be
your to death , assistant
your last breath , consistant
a good self , persistant .
Can we roll it up
the sky , the clouds
then take a puff ,
blowing out , airborn sounds ,
let's , not give a fuck
as we stand out proud ,
plucking bad luck
from our eybrows .
Swirl for me
in flowered hair ,
in a girly free
candle wax glare ,
with you it seems
I dare , I'm not scared
ocular beams
they shake like a snare .
Lie down with me
in this tiny existance
I want to be
your to death , assistant
your last breath , consistant
a good self , persistant .
Anonymous
I can't Paul as I just can't even imagine how that would go..do people really do that...really?. OMG, I am in shock..lol
Anonymous
diddi said:[quote-77861-mikimoondancer]I can't Paul as I just can't even imagine how that would go..do people really do that...really?. OMG, I am in shock..lol
Oh har har har very funny minxter
[/quote]
Well, I shant be entering-though Tis a fine competition--
and let it be galant!
OMG..I need sleep--nite-x
Oh har har har very funny minxter
[/quote] Well, I shant be entering-though Tis a fine competition--
and let it be galant!
OMG..I need sleep--nite-x
Anonymous
MY EXILE
My exile took place in 1492
Spain, I cried for you
In the boat that took us
On a long journey
On a shaky boat
I prayed we would find a land
That would accept us as we were
Now I have been reincarnated
And an angel came to me
He said you were my true love
Who drowned himself at sea
Despondent at leaving his homeland
Inconsolable, desperate
In the country of the Moors
I married a Moorish man
I was his third but favorite wife
He said that the angels must have sent me to him
Our love did not last long
I died in childbirth, a martyr
Now as we both age
An angel again came to me
That in our next life
We will marry
Hespčrion XXI: canción sefardí
http://youtu.be/TGAsvJvebwI
My exile took place in 1492
Spain, I cried for you
In the boat that took us
On a long journey
On a shaky boat
I prayed we would find a land
That would accept us as we were
Now I have been reincarnated
And an angel came to me
He said you were my true love
Who drowned himself at sea
Despondent at leaving his homeland
Inconsolable, desperate
In the country of the Moors
I married a Moorish man
I was his third but favorite wife
He said that the angels must have sent me to him
Our love did not last long
I died in childbirth, a martyr
Now as we both age
An angel again came to me
That in our next life
We will marry
Hespčrion XXI: canción sefardí
http://youtu.be/TGAsvJvebwI
Anonymous
Fait Accompli.
Sometimes
I truely believe
that the electronic impulses
are extensions of the nerve endings
that tingled with trust
in my finger tips.
They are holograms of our lips
that capture our best moments
in the blinding light of the webcam flash
that magnetically attracts your eyes
to the curved hips
that lie beyond the pixels on screen.
Or so it seems.
And we'd spend the small hours talking.
The subtle microphone whispers
that silenced the chaos in my day
and had me questioning the ways
I lived my life.
In short....
I believe we were meant to meet.
I believe we were destined to speak
and If I never meet that American mouth
then I will accept the bitter fate
and believe we are nothing more than friends
who simply met too late.
Sometimes
I truely believe
that the electronic impulses
are extensions of the nerve endings
that tingled with trust
in my finger tips.
They are holograms of our lips
that capture our best moments
in the blinding light of the webcam flash
that magnetically attracts your eyes
to the curved hips
that lie beyond the pixels on screen.
Or so it seems.
And we'd spend the small hours talking.
The subtle microphone whispers
that silenced the chaos in my day
and had me questioning the ways
I lived my life.
In short....
I believe we were meant to meet.
I believe we were destined to speak
and If I never meet that American mouth
then I will accept the bitter fate
and believe we are nothing more than friends
who simply met too late.
Miss_Sub said:Fait Accompli.
Sometimes
I truely believe
that the electronic impulses
are extensions of the nerve endings
that tingled with trust
in my finger tips.
They are holograms of our lips
that capture our best moments
in the blinding light of the webcam flash
that magnetically attracts your eyes
to the curved hips
that lie beyond the pixels on screen.
Or so it seems.
And we'd spend the small hours talking.
The subtle microphone whispers
that silenced the chaos in my day
and had me questioning the ways
I lived my life.
In short....
I believe we were meant to meet.
I believe we were destined to speak
and If I never meet that American mouth
then I will accept the bitter fate
and believe we are nothing more than friends
who simply met too late.
Missy can I say that was fricking really good , I loved that whole electronic vibe and the gentle flow of words that sauntered through as if taken by a guide who'd repeated the journey to perfection and such ease , so yeah I am impressed
Sometimes
I truely believe
that the electronic impulses
are extensions of the nerve endings
that tingled with trust
in my finger tips.
They are holograms of our lips
that capture our best moments
in the blinding light of the webcam flash
that magnetically attracts your eyes
to the curved hips
that lie beyond the pixels on screen.
Or so it seems.
And we'd spend the small hours talking.
The subtle microphone whispers
that silenced the chaos in my day
and had me questioning the ways
I lived my life.
In short....
I believe we were meant to meet.
I believe we were destined to speak
and If I never meet that American mouth
then I will accept the bitter fate
and believe we are nothing more than friends
who simply met too late.
Missy can I say that was fricking really good , I loved that whole electronic vibe and the gentle flow of words that sauntered through as if taken by a guide who'd repeated the journey to perfection and such ease , so yeah I am impressed
Miss_Sub said:Fait Accompli.
Sometimes
I truely believe
that the electronic impulses
are extensions of the nerve endings
that tingled with trust
in my finger tips.
They are holograms of our lips
that capture our best moments
in the blinding light of the webcam flash
that magnetically attracts your eyes
to the curved hips
that lie beyond the pixels on screen.
Or so it seems.
And we'd spend the small hours talking.
The subtle microphone whispers
that silenced the chaos in my day
and had me questioning the ways
I lived my life.
In short....
I believe we were meant to meet.
I believe we were destined to speak
and If I never meet that American mouth
then I will accept the bitter fate
and believe we are nothing more than friends
who simply met too late.
So good
Sometimes
I truely believe
that the electronic impulses
are extensions of the nerve endings
that tingled with trust
in my finger tips.
They are holograms of our lips
that capture our best moments
in the blinding light of the webcam flash
that magnetically attracts your eyes
to the curved hips
that lie beyond the pixels on screen.
Or so it seems.
And we'd spend the small hours talking.
The subtle microphone whispers
that silenced the chaos in my day
and had me questioning the ways
I lived my life.
In short....
I believe we were meant to meet.
I believe we were destined to speak
and If I never meet that American mouth
then I will accept the bitter fate
and believe we are nothing more than friends
who simply met too late.
So good
~~Dark Angel~~
Standing here, on the edge
Of a cliff called Mind.
Whirlwinds of thoughts
Blow past me.
Thoughts long forgotten,
Thoughts newly made.
Thoughts of one,
A mysterious misfit
A angel in dark
Riding a black horse.
With Words of wisdom
On a silver tongue.
If not for the kindness
Of this mysterious angelic figure
Love and all hope would
Be nothing more than mere memories.
Because of him I am alive
And determined to fight
I do love this dark angel
From the depths of my withered soul
From the corners of my blackened heart.
Without him at my side
There is no stopping
The inevitable end.
Standing here, on the edge
Of a cliff called Mind.
Whirlwinds of thoughts
Blow past me.
Thoughts long forgotten,
Thoughts newly made.
Thoughts of one,
A mysterious misfit
A angel in dark
Riding a black horse.
With Words of wisdom
On a silver tongue.
If not for the kindness
Of this mysterious angelic figure
Love and all hope would
Be nothing more than mere memories.
Because of him I am alive
And determined to fight
I do love this dark angel
From the depths of my withered soul
From the corners of my blackened heart.
Without him at my side
There is no stopping
The inevitable end.
Lyrical MaDmaN...
You blue eyed DeViL..
In your talent I revel..
Visualize.
sucking the wise..
Out
of
your
skilled
device..
That ingenius mind of yours..
Runs its course..
in MaDneSS..
Lyrical havoc..
sprayed in waves..
Mental madman haze..
I'm crazy for you..
Down on all fours..
i'll crawl
across the floor..
give
you'
the
best
of
this
whore...
Touch your mental..
essential
demented
credentials.
Until we feast undone..
Then...
I
shall
bathe
in
your
cum...
WickedPrayer.. Jadie Angelik..
You blue eyed DeViL..
In your talent I revel..
Visualize.
sucking the wise..
Out
of
your
skilled
device..
That ingenius mind of yours..
Runs its course..
in MaDneSS..
Lyrical havoc..
sprayed in waves..
Mental madman haze..
I'm crazy for you..
Down on all fours..
i'll crawl
across the floor..
give
you'
the
best
of
this
whore...
Touch your mental..
essential
demented
credentials.
Until we feast undone..
Then...
I
shall
bathe
in
your
cum...
WickedPrayer.. Jadie Angelik..
Devilish said:Lyrical MaDmaN...
You blue eyed DeViL..
In your talent I revel..
Visualize.
sucking the wise..
Out
of
your
skilled
device..
That ingenius mind of yours..
Runs its course..
in MaDneSS..
Lyrical havoc..
sprayed in waves..
Mental madman haze..
I'm crazy for you..
Down on all fours..
i'll crawl
across the floor..
give
you'
the
best
of
this
whore...
Touch your mental..
essential
demented
credentials.
Until we feast undone..
Then...
I
shall
bathe
in
your
cum...
WickedPrayer.. Jadie Angelik..
:O loves it
You blue eyed DeViL..
In your talent I revel..
Visualize.
sucking the wise..
Out
of
your
skilled
device..
That ingenius mind of yours..
Runs its course..
in MaDneSS..
Lyrical havoc..
sprayed in waves..
Mental madman haze..
I'm crazy for you..
Down on all fours..
i'll crawl
across the floor..
give
you'
the
best
of
this
whore...
Touch your mental..
essential
demented
credentials.
Until we feast undone..
Then...
I
shall
bathe
in
your
cum...
WickedPrayer.. Jadie Angelik..
:O loves it
