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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).
I feel so numb
I feel so numb
and oh so dumb
Im feeling like
a bag of scum
I cannot come
into the slum
I really need
a drink of rum
perhaps a plum
oh yes, oh yum
or perhaps all
or maybe some
I drink the rum
I eat the plum
and ask myself
oh why so glum
as where Im from
I pat my tum
a jaunty tune
I gladly hum
I chew my gum
I play my drum
on my guitar
I gently strum
I know its dumb
Im just a bum
and all this time
I feel so numb
Cold Crime
You feal cold and numb
but you can't tell if it's from the weather
or what you see in front of you.
The sight of your loved ones dead on the ground numbs you
but you can't remeber if this was done by an enemy
or by your own two hands.
Then you notice the muder weapon
and you know that it wasn't you that killed them
so when the police arest you you don't complian you just do what you can to get away from the and plot your revenge
But by the time you get that you are too numb to enjoy it and you have turned into what you hated so much.
Without Reason
I go through motions
without feeling
Another morning
without reason
I seek a meaning
with no actions
I slip through days
with no reaction
I ask the questions
with no answers
I sneak through weeks
without progression
I go through motions
without feeling
Another year
with no reason
Would it be against the rules to submit a new one?
I don't think my last one had much of a chance : (
I agree with Tussle.
I was rushed.
Shoot! No merit for me even if I were able to optimize my poem. There's no way I stand a chance against those guys (
Ahah, you guys.... You're silly.
I'll be happy if I'm just mentioned. :O
You can submit as many as you want, but in the end you can only choose one official submission.
I'll be happy if I'm just mentioned.
Thank you Parsat! Let me try to completely overcome my pitiful first submission. Just you watch, in a couple hours I'll be wishing I'd submitted something better than this one. But at least this one stands half a chance....
What have I done?
What have I become?
I want to try and run
But to this illness, I succumb
And in the end it matters not
I feel my soul begin to rot
I want to hide
But I can't look inside
For I can't feel
So what is truly real?
I want to scream
But my lips are dumb
I want to feel
But I am numb
Breaking down, the final seal
A pact on my grave
As I begin to rant and rave
I miss the touch, a faint allure
Pain, joy, time, I would still endure
And I wish I hadn't come to this
Dreaming about the things I miss
I cannot feel the pass of time
But what I'm doing is not a crime
I wish it was, I wish it was
But nothing anyone says or does
Can free me from the curse
Or is it a gift?
As my wounded self, I nurse
I ponder at this growing rift
Am I cruel and evil?
Or am I willed and strong?
I've been here since medieval
But somehow it didn't feel long
I wish I could feel something
But it's so hard to tell
It's been so long since nothing
But I'm still going to hell
A gift of immortality
A curse, mayhap, could it be?
For so long, feel is what I've sought
But for so long, I have found but naught
Laughing, loving, screaming, crying
Watching others slowly dying
And I wish somehow I could feel
That I'd never made that accursed deal
Mmkay, a few changes...
A body cold
As if to shun
A body limp
And all was numb
A spirit gone
No life within
A crowd had flocked
Of all her kin
A lone young man
Head tilted to the sky
Emerged from the drove
Tears streaming from his eyes
Kneeling on the snow
Expressing his pain
Enduring the cold
And the freezing pain
He collapsed to the ground
And shut his eyes
Oblivious to the rest
Of the agonized cries
Two bodies cold
As if to shun
Two bodies limp
And all was numb
Final (still lame) entry.
Numb Immortality
What have I done?
What have I become?
I want to try and run
But to this illness, I succumb
And in the end it matters not
I feel my soul begin to rot
For I can't feel
So, what is real?
I want to feel
But I am numb
I want to scream
But my lips are dumb
My life is coming apart
At the seams
My sleep haunted by darkened dreams
My ruined heart, my ruined soul
But I cannot feel the breaking cold
Breaking down, the final seal
A pact on my grave
As I begin to rant and rave
I miss the touch, a faint allure
Pain, joy, time, I would still endure
And I wish I hadn't come to this
Dreaming of the things I miss
Numb is immortality
I am blind
So how can I see?
Away from the bustle of regular life
But I still feel misery and strife
A cavernous hole within
It's eating me up inside
I cannot hear the din
I cannot heal my mind
Tearing me limb from limb
I can't feel the pain
I stand on the rim
But still, nothing remains
I cannot feel the pass of time
But what I'm doing is not a crime
I wish it was, I wish it was
But nothing anyone says or does
Can free me from the curse
Or is it a gift?
As my wounded self, I nurse
I ponder at this growing rift
A fiery burning
My endless yearning
That I could feel the pain
But it's just so surreal
And so it shall remain
Am I cruel and evil?
Or am I willed and strong?
I've been here since medieval
But somehow it didn't feel long
I wish I could feel something
But it's so hard to tell
It's been so long since nothing
But I'm still going to hell
A gift of immortality
A curse, mayhap, could it be?
For so long, feel is what I've sought
But for so long, I have found but naught
Laughing, loving, screaming, crying
Watching others slowly dying
And I wish, somehow
That I could feel
That I'd never made that accursed deal
But here is here, and now is now
My life is worthless anymore
But it can never end
I wish I could open the door
Your strength, could you lend?
I cannot bear the weight of this
Watching the others' elating bliss
Which is the final one?
Who has lost and who has won?
Please, give me a sign
To open my mind
And let me go across the line
I've waited for so long
I've tried to be so strong
But I really wish that I was dead
Or is it all just in my head
The freedom to die
The freedom to live
But which is the curse
And which is the gift
I will not state which of my poems is my final one, but my prediction was correct. I did take a step back and think it sucked after I submitted it XP. Luckily my official one has not been chosen, and I probably won't make up my mind till the deadline. But I do think that this one is better than my previous and my original. And it has a name now!
P.S.-
absess
Just so you know, alt you spelled it wrong XP.
My mouth is hurting,
The drill is swirling.
Novocaine inside my head,
Now I feel like a hunk of lead.
Not really my entry, but I thought it'd be funny XD
You do strange things to me
When you look at me my lips don't move
When we touch my legs cant move
When you smile I fall apart
When we kiss I lose myself to you
When you talk I am paralyzed
You do strange things to me
That's why I love you
So what you think of my first ever entry?
Paranoid, in my mind,
Search and hide, what you'll find?
The sanity of deathly cold,
Kills my mind, dead and sold.
Arterial blood, flows through you,
Lack of oxy'n, you turn blue.
In pinch, you say goodnight,
In your mind, you try to fight.
The blood of san'ty runs through them,
Like a sane, glowing gem.
In your mind, you feel down,
'Cause you see them where the crown.
Once they live, they never die,
'Til I strap them in, soon to fry.
Zapping of the clock that counts,
Kills though sane, glowing counts.
They live to die, die to live,
Insanity grips them blind, none forgive.
For they commit insanity,
A crime lacking in humanity.
Down their spiral flies,
'Til one of them dies.
Then regret grips only some,
They realize they were only numb.
With the crime they commit,
They climb to death, at the summit.
Their minds sensitized, their bodies gone,
They all die, at the hands of a bomb.
With their death, life is gone,
Buried under a perfect lawn.
The vampyres were the true ties,
That returned us to realize, all were lies.
It's rather long I think. I just let it flow out. It's my new official entry. I think it turned out good, lemme know what you think.
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