Poetry competition CLOSED 30th January 2014 5:48am
WINNER
C_wood13
C_wood13
RUNNER-UP:
Dirtfarm
First Impression
Poetry Contest Description
What do you think of when you see me?
Look at my picture. Who do I seem to be? Can you see deep enough into my eyes? Who do you think I am as a person? Be very descriptive. If you can't seem to think of anything, make something up. Go wild with it. I'm interested to read. Honesty is welcomed. There are no limits to anything.
Thanks for writing! c:
Thanks for writing! c:
Idk know who I even think you are
your eyes scream innocence
but your lips aren't alone
They carry a room
room for curiosity
youth geography
two worlds apart from your eyes
Are you of the limelight or are you shy?
Jepordy
What are you hiding?
Within this twisted reality which straps dreams
Idk who I even think you are.
your eyes scream innocence
but your lips aren't alone
They carry a room
room for curiosity
youth geography
two worlds apart from your eyes
Are you of the limelight or are you shy?
Jepordy
What are you hiding?
Within this twisted reality which straps dreams
Idk who I even think you are.
Sorrow.
Distraction.
Wondering about satisfaction.
Lingering bits of doubt and thought.
These are the things that give us what we sought.
Lips twist.
Brow turned.
Beauty, I see it true,
But you might only see fields of pain before or behind you....
Distraction.
Wondering about satisfaction.
Lingering bits of doubt and thought.
These are the things that give us what we sought.
Lips twist.
Brow turned.
Beauty, I see it true,
But you might only see fields of pain before or behind you....
I never got my change back
Looking deep into your eyes
a distant face from my past comes rushing back
vision blurred
I remember you swinging around that pole to the beat of Lil Jon
squatting in front of me with legs spread wide
I would smile every time you shook that ass and made my dollar fall from your twat
yes, I fell in love with you as soon as the first bill hit the floor
Angel the one and only stripper to steal my heart
Looking deep into your eyes
a distant face from my past comes rushing back
vision blurred
I remember you swinging around that pole to the beat of Lil Jon
squatting in front of me with legs spread wide
I would smile every time you shook that ass and made my dollar fall from your twat
yes, I fell in love with you as soon as the first bill hit the floor
Angel the one and only stripper to steal my heart
An untrained fighter
Vast empty spaces
from lids so wide
searching for it to end
the insanity circle ride
The secret to salvation
is keeping your memories
use them to build yourself
they are scriptures from your diaries
blueprints of power
strengthening your well being
knowledge of kings
the weapons of freeing
definition of insanity
repeat the same thing
expecting a different result
break that rotational swing
truth and pain allure you
you embrace within its comfort
only truth lies in pain and death
no more lies to harm you
live with us at DUP
we except your insanity
we will become your friend
so misery isn't your only company
Vast empty spaces
from lids so wide
searching for it to end
the insanity circle ride
The secret to salvation
is keeping your memories
use them to build yourself
they are scriptures from your diaries
blueprints of power
strengthening your well being
knowledge of kings
the weapons of freeing
definition of insanity
repeat the same thing
expecting a different result
break that rotational swing
truth and pain allure you
you embrace within its comfort
only truth lies in pain and death
no more lies to harm you
live with us at DUP
we except your insanity
we will become your friend
so misery isn't your only company
I shouldn't be surprised;
the audacity
of flaunting vapid vanity
I'd assume with assurity
you're just projecting
insecurity
you have something chronic
thumb through the dictionary;
and reference histrionic
look at me
look at me
look at me
the audacity
of flaunting vapid vanity
I'd assume with assurity
you're just projecting
insecurity
you have something chronic
thumb through the dictionary;
and reference histrionic
look at me
look at me
look at me
Needless to say Your face is a mark of beauty
Glowing amorously
Pale like Artemis Moon Goddess
Lips hold secrets kisses that don't tell
Wrinkles in them reveal rivers of mischief
A smile one can't resist to taste
Thats all it takes, one kiss
Falling in, trapped by your poisonous saliva
Sweet deadly sin
Teeth, scorpion stings
Biting the bottom of mine
Breaking skin, coagulate mix
Eyes black as pearls from deep seas
Innocence running pure outside
Hiding a darkness dehind inside
Lashes curled, painted thick in mascara
Like black branches that writhe forth
Ensues with blinks, capturing
Can't help but to sink further into you
Drowning into the never Of your ever so dark black beauty
Soul imprisoned forever into your tinted windows
Lost into the never
-ADuarte
I hope you like
Glowing amorously
Pale like Artemis Moon Goddess
Lips hold secrets kisses that don't tell
Wrinkles in them reveal rivers of mischief
A smile one can't resist to taste
Thats all it takes, one kiss
Falling in, trapped by your poisonous saliva
Sweet deadly sin
Teeth, scorpion stings
Biting the bottom of mine
Breaking skin, coagulate mix
Eyes black as pearls from deep seas
Innocence running pure outside
Hiding a darkness dehind inside
Lashes curled, painted thick in mascara
Like black branches that writhe forth
Ensues with blinks, capturing
Can't help but to sink further into you
Drowning into the never Of your ever so dark black beauty
Soul imprisoned forever into your tinted windows
Lost into the never
-ADuarte
I hope you like
.:The Look:.
yes, I do, do pictures
inanimate fixtures
though they only catch a glimpse
they don’t tell the whole story
the agony & glory
whereby the whole of things
flow in The Rinse
but, to give it a shot
I’d say you’re hot
meaning in that
2-dimensional
kinda way
but it don’t mean nothing
unless you’re about something
meaning
in the intelligence
in what you
display
I think ML called it best
you got that wisp
something sorrowful
colors your
smile
read some of your writes
the gray days & nights
a pain comes across in your “style”
but everybody’s got sums
the old & the young ones
with you adding yours
to The File
so long as The DU is open
your writes we’ll be scoping
and I’m hoping you’ll
leave us a pile
Skyla_Schizo said:These are all amazing. So talented. I could never even begin to write as you all do.
And this is where you need to have the confidence to believe that you can do just that. Everyone has their own style, but it doesn't necessarily mean that your style is of lesser quality. Keep writing, but whatever you do, don't ever throw away or destroy any of what you create now--tuck it away and someday you may want to look back on it for guidance, reassurance, or to reflect on how much you've changed over the years, because that is a definite; you will not be the same person when you're my age, as you are now.
And this is where you need to have the confidence to believe that you can do just that. Everyone has their own style, but it doesn't necessarily mean that your style is of lesser quality. Keep writing, but whatever you do, don't ever throw away or destroy any of what you create now--tuck it away and someday you may want to look back on it for guidance, reassurance, or to reflect on how much you've changed over the years, because that is a definite; you will not be the same person when you're my age, as you are now.
