Forums → Art, Music, and Writing → Periodic Poetry Contest - Theme: Touch of Truth (Page 390, due Jan. 28)
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First, I will post the overall rules, and then I will post the specifics about this week.
Original rules, as stated by Ubertuna:
It must fit the week's theme.
It must be submitted by the deadline.
It cannot have inappropriate language in it.
It cannot be stolen (if you plagiarize, we will find you).
Why I Write
As I sit here now,
Pen in hand, paper before me,
The remenents of past works
Flutter across my desk
And stop short at my hands.
I stare at these creations,
My rampant words amuck
With clouds of ink and dust,
Staining the pages of time.
Looking, I sit here and wonder
As to why I write.
Words are useless without
A device to transport them.
Despite the open ears of the masses,
No one can hear me if my words don't attract,
Don't ignite, a small spark of interest...
A flame.
I write to stir up emotions
Within the hardened heart,
And to teach it how to feel again;
To throw off those bonds of granite
And know once more what it means
To live.
But not all would give me
A chance. Already, those who seek
Continued control over all shut me down.
They entomb all emotions, all feelings:
They are death, and they come.
Cold hands clutch at my face
And attempt to arrest movement
Of my tongue. And they grip
My hands, and force them to stop;
To disobey their master.
But my words come forth!
They dispell those tendrils of ice
That creep up my legs and frost
My vision. The cold of the night,
Of the world, has been vanquished by
A million lights
Of sun.
Does anyone know who the judge is this week?
The judge is always Wolf, unless he decides to pass the torch to someone else. I don't think that'll happen any time soon though.
Unless Parsat comes out of a hat, that's how it's going to be.
Unless Parsat comes out of a hat, that's how it's going to be.
That means you lot are stuck with me. DEAL WITH IT! Bwahahahaha.
Time's Tools
Ying and yang
Black and white
Large and small
Ice and fire
Light my way fire
Give me a cold blanket ice
Destroy my enemies
We are naught but killers
Give me warmth
Cool my drink
These are man's tools
From the company of nature
Ice are my clothed
Fire are my skin
Ice are my bones
Fire are my veins
My body composed
Held together by ice
Fire burns my fuel
I am only a machine
The two necessities
These keep time turning
Because sin one
Then sin all into death
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THIS IS IMPORTANT!!!
In my 2nd to last line, sin refers to an old term meaning "without." I can see why you'd think hellish sin though.
That means you lot are stuck with me. DEAL WITH IT! Bwahahahaha.
*Pats wolf on the back*
Everything's going to be all right. Shhhh...
Background: You remember those Prince Charming dreams we had as children? That pretty much explains it.
Pebbles
Waiting by the window
As the lights fade out
Hoping for a thrown pebble
Or a silent shout
Children sleeping softly
Well all but me
Sneaking through the door
Or climbing down the tree
Silently, I'm waiting
Not making a sound
Wondering if my charming prince
Will soon be around.
A lovely little lady
All of the woman say
I didn't believe them
And I won't until the day
He will soon come
I wish it day to day
I'll jump and hope
By all... I'd even pray
Waiting by the window
As the lights fade out
Hoping for a thrown pebble
Or a silent shout.
I'm sorry Catty, but the theme is ''Fire and Ice''. We should really put some effort on getting it changed on time. Well, at least, you got some practice right.
Er... I'm a lot rusty at this, since I haven't done any writing in a bit.
But enough with the excuses:
Together, Almost As One
Intertwined,
Yet so far apart.
As they dance together,
Bound for what shall never start,
I hear their cry.
Longing for another,
For their time will never be nigh.
Worlds torn asunder,
They can never be one.
Their calls break the night,
A cause for what is long gone.
For if they won't keep a distance,
What will remain?
Not a trace of their existence.
And yet, they continue,
With their dance for death.
And I still hear their cry,
It is their desire, their breath.
Their wish will cease to be done.
Lovers: Fire and Ice,
Together, almost as one.
Long forgotten,
The cold seeks and destroys my breath,
Long before,
The cold ushers in my death.
I can see what should have been my life,
All around,
The souls burn through strife,
Claiming death, the winter seeks my mind,
To cleanse and kill,
To this world it will bind.
Spirit dead,
My ghost wanders the earth,
Heart of gold,
I wait until my birth.
Through the Earth,
Resides a place called Hell,
Long ago,
I cast upon a spell.
Brought the urge to wreak all misery,
Now I rot,
Burned for blasphemy.
Life is gone, taken by Winter's grip,
Frozen in life,
Through death, let the fires drip.
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Shorter than usual. Might use those later on.
I didn't realise there was a theme change so I will have to resubmit.
Background: I was to lazy to think of a good title so I just chose something simple. Bear with me.
One, Two, Me
Choosing from two options
One right, one wrong
Whether hiding in the clouds
Or singing a childish song
There are two options
Fire or Ice
Both could be fatal
Both could end quite nice.
Slowly we will find out
The best way to go
But some do not have patience
And they shall never know.
No matter what you choose
No matter who you become
Not making any choice
Is the only one that's dumb.
There are two options
Fire or Ice
Both could be fatal
Both could end quite nice.
Darn, no mod took care of that crap on the last page yet? I think I'll ask more of them to just delete that nonsense.
I'm sorry Catty, but the theme is ''Fire and Ice''.
Thread is locked!