Not me, not I.

Hearts of Fire     (the fiery pic inspired)

He said it was every sort of hell
the kind of nightmare a dream would have

nothing much existed beyond his imagination
seemed all expectations would remain confined
within his visions of time
no matter how it pulled

dancing somewhere behind the flames
was a belief for sale
a theory for rent on a grander scale
and there was too much adventure in the air
too great a display of mystery
to do anything but watch it burn

he'd never been much on talking
too much to say and none of it worth it
even now it was more about watching
waiting on the world to meltdown  

Some more great entries here today, thank you.  Inviting more :)

Picture: Flaming Heart

Title: Relish in the Flame

Head tucked and eyes diverted
When a compliment is paid
Your heart once erupting
Now extinguished and frayed

Into your shell you retreat
Shutting out the world
Putting on the facade
You slowly become unfurled

That you could only see
The glorious being you are
To once again rejoice
And rise above the mar

To see you smile
And relish in the flame
Your heart does radiate
Discarding all the shame.

http://i804.photobucket.com/albums/yy328/Spanishdarkness/62c4376884d79aff0031fcf232a3b36d_zps9b04351e.jpg

He Took A Snapshot


Rainbow rain
was what she called it
when it fell onto her vanilla whip
cone kept and melting

he watched her lick away
the escaping droplets
from her piano fingers
never tiring of her presence

painting her on the canvas
that he left behind
with the colours of life
she so vibrantly wore

lips curved
against the pinnacle
of her rumoured weakness
face to the sky and eyes closed

everything evaporating
with the hours that dripped by
he took a snapshot
of all three in a row

saving a moment in time

http://i1072.photobucket.com/albums/w371/missysub/6b952014f47fa27f7614d02579859b78_zpsb76cabda.jpg

bones and star dust

It was a day made for green horizons
and drifting clouds no one bothers to watch
the ground split into grassy rivulets
of forgotten footprints
and echoless screams unheard
across the whispering plains
all ears turned to the ground
and the passage of time
with only lonely birds to witness
a child’s unwanted sacrifice to the untilled earth

The landscape always lies
when the rains have gone
burying the blood deep underground
taking the bones and returning them
to sand and star dust
as though no spirit
ever pulsed through veins
and sang hymns to the sky

It was a day made for green horizons
and smiles waiting to be forgotten
with the onset of rain

Not me, not I

Be eager and shy (away).
Dear one living in you has warmed-over,
approached or oppose,
as sudden as living,
bold of cant.

(#2nd Picture)

Inspiration from picture of men at work (last picture)

-The Beat (Remains)-


To live
To die
To laugh
To cry

From day to night
From death to light

From summer
To fall
Winter ends all

But neither snow
or wind
or the winter's
bitter sting
can keep Gaia's ring

The life
The spring
The gunshot ring
The knife
The plunge
The drip of Morphine
The breath
The end
The final cut-scene

The beat is strong
The beat remains
as Gaia dances
through the smoke and haze

The beat goes on
Marching in rhythm
The beat remains
And the cycle continues

Men on top of a crane.

Towers    
                                           
Towers of power
Erected for the fame,
Steel and granite headstones
Marking humanities blame,
Like ladders to the heavens
A subconscious, futile try,
To reach the heavenly father,
They jab and pierce the sky.
Monuments to wisdom of
Heights never reached,
To satiate man’s ego
Progress must be preached,
Forever climbing
The top never seen,
Past the human dignity
Dying to the dream,
So build it tall
Let it shine against the sun,
To mark the resting place
Of fools that have won.

Bang, Bang

Eve’s so fucking sick and tired of being burned
at the stake for all that original sin bull shit,
she don’t need no silver bullet to blow Adam’s
so called brains away to kingdom cum lying naked
in the weeds
of Eden
with nails
done up
in blood
of headless
lovers,  
fingers
of a femme
fatale primed
to fire.



The picture of the hands

Unsatisfied

Take a look around,
Look for miles that last only a minute,
Another lasts a day,
Walk the path laid out for you,
As if you had a choice...
Watch the path your feet desire,
The life, the plan.
So close at hand.
As if the grass seemed greener just a few paces left,
Though every path wandered always ends in death.

(I used the 4th picture)

TWIN FLAME BY: Mike Stewart 2014©

The flame it surrounds me
The steam is compounding

The feeling of connection
Revieling my selection
Sealed with affection

Rise tall with the want
Suprize all with the need

The only one, who u are willing to bleed

And die for

Twin flame Is fly for
The tie store

Fucking suite to die for.


Almost said I knew
But the it was true
That I
YHaven't even a clue

Which flame to persue
A lame interview
Came into view
Then a few


Jumped on to the thread
WILL be gone when dead
WHAT belongs unsaid?

Lost for stuff to do
drugs were always true

to leave a few
things to do.

now then if you
begin to clue (in)


youll see what doin
slut screwing
nut spewin

to tounge
she spat it up, snorted it
right into her lung

she says that hung
is best description
for this erection

flown her direction


yet to meet a soul mate
people annoy, hate


is felt because of retards
happy to not see smarts
i get blood pumping like

three hearts
<3 <3 <3

SHE was down to her knees
she was wetter than skies

for inthe water
couldnt get any hotter

pulled out member
she then a squatter

to start ride'en
smart side in


most people dont exist
people drive them pist

its clean and kissed
rubbed until she pissed.(cum)

rhyme? yup, is this dumb
time for a fist thumb jk

haha funny
no money
eat the honey
sell her to a dummy
life it isnt rummy
cum spills on her tummy

from outta her mouth
she likes to head south


no chit chat people! lol

cheers






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Madintellect that entry is disqualified for not following the rules. You have referred to yourself directly.

J_Alex your entry is disqualified. This was used in the 'Ashes of the God's' competition and is therefore not a new write as stipulated.

I will read through the over entries carefully and announce a winner ASAP.

Thepositivelydark: excellent entry. There's some real dark atmosphere in here. You've done yourself proud here by tying in the picture skilfully. Very well done. Thank you for your entry.

Violette: I liked the tone of this piece. However, it did feel as though this was a collection of random words rather than one flowing piece, and that's what let it down for me. Moving forward, I think it may be worth working on some constructive description. I was impressed with how you tried to tie this in with the image though. Thank you for your entry.

Primogenito: This would be the winner for me if it met the criteria. Unfortunately, the piece was not titled as stipulated in the rules so I have to take that to account. There is some rich imagery and lyricism in this piece. This is also a good story piece with some beautiful description. Thank you for your entry.

JC-Luff: "bubblegum slaughterhouse copulation" was a magnificent line. One of many in fact, you have some real corkers in here. The last two lines finish this piece up really well. It's thoughtful, and passionate. A real competitor.  Thank you for your entry.

Snugglebuck: unfortunately disqualified for not mentioning which picture you have used. There are some minor grammatical errors in this piece which doesn't help it for me. However, I like the way that the poem is split into small manageable sections. Moving forward it would be good to get some more in depth descriptions from you. Thank you for your entry.

Rain1courtel: dark, silky, lyrical and beautiful. This is definitely in the top 3 for me. Split into manageable, readable, descriptive stanzas. One thing I did notice in stanza 3 was "no one could removed them from their land" - I'm wondering if this is an error and should perhaps read "no one could have removed them from their land". It just seems to flow better with this additional word. A real gem in the competition. Thank you for your entry.

Brainsandwich: subtle rhyme and good strong imagery compared to the specified image. In line four I believe 'evenings' should have an apostrophe. Moving forward I may suggest expanding your descriptive wings to explore different areas in your poems. I think you have more to give. Thank you for your entry.

DevlinDLC: the short sweet underdog. My advice would be (and I'm the world's worst at this, but I'm still learning) would be not to over punctuate. Saying that, I like how you have split the poem up into small manageable bite size pieces. Separate thoughts. This was a real contender for me, I really enjoyed it. Thank you for your entry.

Craic: Short, to the point, and passive-aggressive. Tied into the image very well. Very clever title, echoes the bravado displayed within the lines. A very clever entry. Thank you.

Kriticool: it is clear to see that you obviously thought a lot about this picture, and what it means to you. So kudos to you for taking the time to write something meaningful. There are some minor grammar issues in this piece ('its' for example). The last three lines really pack a punch. Subtle rhyme scheme throughout helps the general flow of the piece. Very much enjoyed. Thank you for your entry.

MadameLavender: Ah, the Queen of parody. I did go away and listen to the song you have used because I wasn't aware of it. Annoyingly it was stuck in my head for half a day... I really enjoyed the comedy element that you have going on here, and appreciate how you have taken the time to tie it into the given image. A strong entry. Thank you.

Mikimoondancer: This piece aches. It seethes with realism and I really appreciate that in a poem. I'm wondering if this is something based on real life or not. I love the way that this ties in with the picture. A very strong entry, thank you.

Ghoulie: I like the interesting use of colours you have used here. This could almost reflect the colours of the skyline used in the picture. The last stanza is particularly strong and I really enjoyed this imagery. Lyrically this piece is a joy. This poem has everything. It's a sensual joy as well as a decadent lyrical feast. WINNER. Thank you for your entry.

Magdelena: I particularly enjoyed the language that fits into the ice cream metaphor here. The 'rainbow' sprinkles. The dripping mixture. The vanilla flavour. All very clever images interwoven with the picture. I also like that you have tried to write behind the picture, and that you woven a story into your lines. It was very difficult to chose a winner, but this is definitely in the top 3 for me. Runner-up. Thank you for your entry.

Indie: Well, you know I love your style, and this entry is no exception. Very real, very visceral and very descriptive. I like the fact that you haven't taken the traditional approach to this picture, and you have given it your own twist. The last three lines are really beautiful and wrap up the piece exquisitely. Also a runner-up. Thank you for your entry.

MGC: the only thing that concerns me about this piece is the line "living in you has warmed over" which does kind of refer to you as a singular person, so I had to take that into consideration. The piece, though short, does feel like several different thoughts rather than one continuous topic. This may be something to work on for future endeavors. Thank you for your entry.

J_Alex: disqualified. Previously entered in the 'Ashes of the Gods' competition and is therefore not a new write. Sorry.

Xmar82: I like the fact that you have tried to continue a rhyme scheme in this piece, however it does feel a little forced in places. There is some good description in this piece however, and I like the paradoxes you have used here. For example- the construction of architecture versus the erection of graves. That's a good paradigm. A well thought out piece and I did enjoy it never the less. Thank you for the read.

Quill-in-heart: This piece deserves my 'special mention' award. Raw, visceral and different. This was the piece that I had trouble with. I also love the shape of the poem laid out like the shape of a gun. A really strong entry. Thank you so much for your entry, a brilliant contender.

Csouza12: the excessive use of full stops and commas in this piece does let it down in terms of flow. The last two lines are the highlights for me. I really enjoyed this piece lyrically, never the less. Thank you for your entry.

Madintellect: disqualified. Entry doesn't meet the competition criteria, and mentions yourself directly. Sorry.

So :

1st place - Ghoulie
2nd place - Magdelena
3rd place - Indie.

Special mention: Quill-in-heart.

Well done guys! Fabulous Entries and well done to everybody. Thanks for a great competition!