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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2006 9:57 pm
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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
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2006 2:22 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2006 3:47 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2006 6:18 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2006 6:36 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 5:47 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 5:59 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 6:15 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2006 6:00 am
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2006 8:48 am
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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
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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
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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
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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
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