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Poems:
Poem 1
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The time for snow is gone
Emerging the dawn of spring
Colorful skies brightly shining
Welcomed by birds who sing.
Greet the vast field of flowers
Blooming to match the sun.
Awoken from winters slumber
Symbolizing the season to come
With night becoming shorter
Extending the time of day
Bestowed new life to greenery
Where dead ground once laid.
There stood tall the trees
Smiling to the beautiful sight
Reveling its dew covered leaves
Basking in the morning light.
Poem 2
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Dead man Walking
The cerulean sea vanish slowly in the night
Like the burning summer sands slipping slowly through your fingers
And a dead soul walks slowly toward it through the storm
Leaving behind fragments of his short life
Tempted by the bittersweet taste of human flesh in his mouth
Knowing well that it is forbidden, but his body is numb
In the front of this burning and monstrous desire he feels
His mind is scattered in the darkness
While his once beating heart is lost in an endless void
Pain does no exist for him anymore
Sadness and happiness are lost for eternity
Scattered like the withered petals of a flower into oblivion
He is just a dead man walking without a purpose
Craving the pleasure that which he receives from warm human blood
Reviving him like a drug through his vein
With each night that falls upon humanity
The crimson sky shares rivers of blood in each drop of rain
When the lightning strikes the angered sea
The sea reveals like a broken mirror his dead heart
Feeding without a single remorse from the poor and innocent soul
He is no longer a human being with a warm heart
He is just a beast
A creature to which all should fear
A dead man walking from the shadows
To bring darkness and fear
Poem 3
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What Lies Beyond the outer reach
With depths exceeding oceans deep
Spread wide over the opened sky
Gazed upon by the naked eye
Mirroring stars that brightly shine
Through darkness of eternity
Scattered ,lasting a certain time.
Once giving way internally.
Unforgiving Void of space
Where no life can sustain
Once trapped there is no escape.
Only numbness will remain.
With so much been shown
Making questions only arise.
Leaving much unknown
In a place darkness has no size.
Poem 4
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Golden Colored Morning
A bittersweet memory of a monster
who was flying trough the sky and clouds
a fierce creature this human hunter
searching for us like a group of blood hounds
the temptation to give myself to that darkness
is overwhelming and breath taking
a numb feeling is spreading out of the blackness
why can I still taste the blood that was once flowing?
Like this is all an illusion, a dream nothing real
the scattered mirror of a nightmare
the flower-like void that was difficult to feel
a new eternity that didn't seem fair
the shining smile that demonic hound gave me
turned the morning dew into morning ice
and every color that the eye could see
to a spring of death and silence
Poem 5
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Standing together, in this forest dark as night
I kissed her mouth and heard her moaning in delight
A monster such as me, with a human such as her
But I want to stay with her forevermore
Although, the temptation is too hard to ignore
I sink my teeth into her neck
Putting my own sanity at stake
She's wet with persperation, her skin is bittersweet
Oh, how I love it, this young meat
Still my teeth inside her tasty flesh
I feel her growing numb
Her neck, like a gash
The brain going dumb
She's now dead, I bury her in the ground
The sky is crying, it rains like a flood
The forest is silent, there's no sound
And once again I am drunk from blood.
Poem 6
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A vine unknown
Inspirations reaches out,
entanglement is all i get,
as the vines wrecks the sand,
it grows all around me,
gripping my skin where I stand,
the tightness is agony,
cause struggling is causing trembling weakness,
the wooden rope wraps in slowness,
getting to me face with bark to greet,
yuck this is bittersweet!
I put down the vine with one spit,
that wasn't good I admit,
the vine falls to the floor slowly scattered lame,
unbeknownst to me what was its name,
I look it up with discreet,
gulp! the name of the vine was Bittersweet!
Poem 7
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Even the wolf wants to talk
Lonely wolf, lost if you seek,
Travels woods between single trees.
It's brethren bleak
In the shade of their hearts.
A monster past, as is it now
Nine parts shadow,
One part present:
What remained in his eyes last.
Nine hundred kills
This gone wolf had,
Bittersweet now in the night.
The land he walks is utter darkness.
But he still sees, still hunts
Two moons in the sky and no stars.
Don't look back! what heart he has
Cryes
It must go on! tainted with fright.
Sometimes remembering not to forget
The taste of his last breath.
When that elk stood, while all else ran
His pride attacked, and took a bite.
Those horns were cold,
The pain screamed fight!
Bathed in light, without a chance...
What left last was his plight,
Echoing it woke the land
And stole it's might.
Yet again his prey runs wounded
Like in the days that he once had
Even in death his temptation succeeded
His former self, now nine parts secluded.
Stalking it's sin down by the river,
In the glade he sees a human.
Shapeless thing, without much bicker
Sung the song of nature's notion.
It was the sheperd he then knew
And started talking like all wolves do
-Your song, dear sheperd sounds like home
When i was a pup and all was joy
-It is yours! and once spelled good
But all was lost, not sad, but true.
-No sheperd, my place is here
There are no others, so it must be so.
-Then what of the horn you carry
In your back that bleeds and makes you bow?
First they widened and then saw...
Moments past and in his soul
The wolf had gone again at home.
Staying still in the other shadow,
A remainder that fate is yet to go
Down the road, any or all.
Lifted his head and felt the elk,
It is present, but smaller he thinked.
Lowered his head and felt the sheperd
All the same, round and darkened.
In the night he threw the horn,
The wolf was gone and not reborn.
He chose the night when morning showed,
And danced the songs the sheperd mourned.
A truce it called between old hope
And the renewal of it's cage,
For it betrayed the morning sun.
Where the elk wasn't, the night was young.
Poem 8
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Lost
Those eyes, those eyes
They speak alot
Is it true, is it lies
They seem to say not
Those eyes, those eyes
Are they lost
But promise no cries
Cause each tear has a cost
Those eyes, those eyes
Why are they void
After all those tries
Are they destroyed
Those eyes, those eyes
They feel so numb
They hold the blue skies
But still look like plum
Those eyes, those eyes
Hold scattered dreams
Affected by love in disguise
And they seem to scream
Those eyes, those eyes
Reflect the broken mirror
When will they realize
That love itself is a terror
Those eyes, those eyes
Forever in uncertainty
Glowing like fireflies
Will await someone, till eternity
Prize:
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1:beginning of Spring
2:the living gore of the walking dead
3:it felt like I was having the fear of individuality and claustrophobia
4:becoming a beast within otherwise werewolf of the inner world of limbo
5: sound like someone eating a neck of a dead chick-en
6: entangled with puzzlement of gnashing the way out of a rope like plant
7: feels like i am in northern America or Canada or Alaska as elk territory or a Hounds of the Baskevilles like story, or maybe Balto: wolf quest(2002) movie on which he ends up battling wolves in pride of his self and the respect of the wolf pride.
8:seemed being stared at with many eyes
voted 7 times heaven
gee all have mystery and all have dark like texture in them, and all are totally different and derived with sci-fi of horror ramification otherwise good in a strange way
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one jumps off cliff in pillows make sure there is not a tar pit below or otherwise you become a big sticky stinking chicken
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Last edited by easternjohnny; 05-01-2012 at 06:02 PM.
05-01-2012
Poetry Competition May Edition - Voting 
