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 Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2006 9:57 pm
Hear ye, hear ye all members of the Got Goth Guild. We are going to be holding a little poetry contest. Of course, there are a few rules that are going to be put in place for this little contest, as well as a prize awarded, so keep reading for details.
exclaim This contest is open to all guild members, and is a themed contest.
exclaim The deadline for all submissions is Febuary 14th(just post your work in this thread to submit it).
exclaim There shall be a panel of judges for this contest. (Myself, Dr. Lecter, and ceilisidhe).
exclaim To keep things managable there shall be a maximum line length of 20.
exclaim The theme for this contest is.... The Human heart.Yes, it can be romantic and emotional, or it can be bloody and gory. Let your imaginations take flight, and feel free to craft a poem for the occasion.
As for a reward for this contest, 1,000 gold shall be granted to the first place winner and the second place runner up shall recieve 500 gold.
Any questions? Good, then good luck to all who choose to participate. ^_^
[edit: Maximum line length bolded due to some problems with misreading.
-Your friendly neighborhood ninjamod, Dr_Lecter1988]
Note: This thread will be moved in about a week to the art/literature subforum.
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2006 4:18 am
I'll pitch in 1000g to the first prize, and another 500 to the second.
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2006 2:22 pm
Do we send them to you or post them here?
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2006 3:47 pm
raze_allender Do we send them to you or post them here? The deadline for all submissions is Febuary 14th(just post your work in this thread to submit it). stare
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2006 6:18 pm
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2006 6:36 pm
Transition
listen to the music, disjointed
the insane rhythm of my heart
the blackened thing that beats for you
for you, i cry and beat the glass
it weeps for the loss of beauty
it hardens for your vengence
read my thoughts, fragmentary
the dark looming plans ahead
for those who caused my heart to break
to break from your untimely death
i lay the crimson rose on the grave
the time for grieving is over
as my heart and mind turn to stone
look into my eyes, murderous
as i take back what was stolen
but can never replace your life
your life that is no longer light
there is no longer a free will
i let no crime go unpunished
in the confines of my dead heart
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 5:47 pm
"Cave"
You walk into the darkness
Through my light exterior
Hoping to help me find answers
Answers to things best left un-asked
You walk into the darkenss
Guided only by your heart
Formless spirits float past you
Attempting to make you join them
You hear the screams of pain
As the demons of my mind torure the undeserving angels
You wade through the pools of blood
Forever searching
You feel the distant beating
You know youve found what weve been searching for
My heart
Cold and alomost lifeless
Guarded by Death and Sorrow
Can you manke it past them and finaly light this cave I call a chest
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 5:59 pm
Augh, Austin had one kinda about the human heart on his old myspace but deleted his myspace thing for a new one. He'll hunt it down though
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 6:15 pm
ok, not about the heart, but about Austin's family life and kinda love, so Austin'll put it in, a bit personal so this is the first time he's put it up for anyone to read. FEEL SPECIAL DAMNIT.
Letters
Life was great
Happy and carefree
Sleeping easy at night
Knowing you were next to me
But when I awoke
In the middle of the night
I sat on the steps
And listened to you fight
It was usually just talking
Words coming from a hunch
But then one night
One of you threw a punch
When I think about it now
I love you is really just letters
Then you two split
Just to avoid
Taking another hit
One moved out
To a nice neighborhood
The neighbors were nice
But I avoided them whenever I could
Then we moved out
To a nicer house
We stayed for a bit
Before new years day
Then we were
In a house
Where you promised we would stay
When I think about it now
I love you is really just letters
You hid her from us
As long as you could
But then you stopped lyijng
Like a real person would
Well then you got married
At a church in Las Vegas
There didn't seem to be limits
To where you could take us
But love can't be bought
With vacations and whatnot
You showed me some fun
Hoping i'd forgive
But I know that I won't
For as long as I live
Behind wads of cash
You hid your guild
Pushing me behind a wall of hatred
You yourself had built
When I think about it now
I love you is just letters
Just eight simple letters
EDIT:Augh, too long, oh well Austin'll look for another way to get gold. Good luck everyone.
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2006 6:00 am
What can be said?
It's little more
Than another cut.
What can be done...
Once this throbbing,
Continuous pain
Come to replace
The beating of
My own heart?
With each Pulse
Of the accursed muscle
I feel myself dying...
Just a little bit more.
I'll make it stop,
I'll bring an end.
Feel the barrel...
Pull the trigger...
The beating stops.
there's my attempt... I hope you guys like it.
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2006 8:48 am
Wow, this is a great idea, thanks for doing this guys. Here's my sh*t attempt at it:
The dark house sits;
Sillouetted against a harvest moon.
An autumn breeze conjuring up swarms of rotting leaves,
seemingly from nowhere,
Brings the smell of woodfires on the wind,
and tidings of winter's breath.
Inside the House,
The old man sits comfortably by the fire.
His wrinkled face wears a smile.
and in his hand is clasped a book.
It is a book with no title,
and in the old man's hand, a pen.
He shuts the book,
and lays down his pen.
The old man hugs the book to his chest.
Inside the chest, a human heart beats its last.
Finally fulfilled and embracing the adventure of the dark.
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2006 9:09 pm
Bleeding Apart There you are, Standing in the park. But I'm still so far, Here in the dark. Here I have come, To fulfill my deed. Commited by some, So I can watch you bleed. Now your caught, You struggle to get away. But however hard you faught, I made you play. Even though you don't love me, I'll make you. And you'll see, It's not so bad to do. And when I say this, As if on que, Your face does twist. I will have you, like it or not, I stab your heart, Love is something I never got. But we'll never be apart. With me you will be, And so it will seem, Never again will you be free, And I'll always be able to hear your beautiful scream. Just over 20 lines, sorry... sad It's in first person...I was thinking of a vampire wanting some person to be theirs forever and killing them so they can only be yours is good, right?....Well, I tried. At least it has a ryme sceme.... eek I usually write really weird poems....
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2006 2:53 pm
Please don't laugh at my poetry stare
Gathering Gloom
Gathering gloom, I lay in my tomb
listening, watching, never stopping,
never stopping never ceasing,
weeping slowly, slowly increasing
listening, awed,
at all sorrowful sounds.
Gathering gloom, I lay in my tomb,
waiting, dying, just lying,
always lying never stirring,
though gears in my head
are whirring
Trying to comprehend
why all these people are crying for me
Gathering gloom I die in my tomb
snow piling high
outside on the dais
Dying slowly, slowly dying
now I know why these people are crying
I'm dying here, trapped in my tomb,
Just gathering gloom.
That was the first poem I wrote. I was in the hospital because my boyfriend at the time had slipped a high dose of heroine into my food... stare Never mind. I wrote it when they told me I was going to die.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2006 4:54 pm
Well I guess I'll join, what have I go to lose?
D_D if you call me and laugh at me ill come to your house and paint it with the pink from dunrae BWAHAH!
"The girl in the glass box"
Meet the girl in the glass box
She was placed there so she could not be touch
While you look do not touch or knock
Has she had pain from the outside you ask? Much.
The monster who made herself put her there,
Claimed her as his, her mind, soul, and heart.
She, a girl on display has felt love, love that made her feel lighter than air
Pretty, witty, clever, bright and smart,
If she was than how did things go wrong?
She fell apart as he held on to her heart, until it burst.
To see him with other one, keeping the other heart alive with a song.
As she gathered up her heart she realized things would get worst.
So, she fixed her heart she put herself into a glass box.
So now fully protected, no one could ever make her heart hurt again
Try to open the box, you cant, she has the keys the the locks.
So come tomorrow a vist the girl in the glass box, she'll be here always the same.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2006 6:22 pm
I wrote this poem after someone dear to me decided he didn't love me anymore: Discarded Flower Pot
Sneaking through the night -
like a thief you stole my heart.
I cannot get it back.
But why would I want it?
It's broken.
My legs still ache from the walks
we took together.
This morning, my mind searched for you;
but you weren't there.
I'm broken
People pass; I hope they don't stop.
I want to be left alone
with my brokenness.
Empty faces reflect my own soul.
We are all broken.
The beauty is gone;
it has been ripped out -
never to be returned to me.
I am left forgotten and chipped,
like a discarded flower pot.
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