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Lovesick Melody.
Bulletproof Heart
Lovesick Melody.
Age: 81
Gender: Female
Posts: 25760
June 9th, 2008 at 06:11am
The following picture is of a dog being subjected to animal cruelty.
Note: It is not a graphic image.

Here is another.
And one more.

A Costa Rican artist found himself in hot water with the animal protection people in his home country after using a starving, sick street dog as part of an exposition in Managua, Nicaragua, in August. Guillermo “Habacuc” Vargas allegedly found the dog tied up on a street corner in a poor Nicaragua barrio and brought it to the showing. He tied the dog, according to furious animal lovers, in a corner of the salon where it died.

For the prompt this week, I thought I would get a little bit abstract.
I have put it in links just in case anyone would not wish to see the pictures, but they are not graphic.



Rules
- You can't share your poems with anyone before the results are announced.
- You can only enter one poem per contest and poems must be made specifically for the contest.
- Anything you like can be interpreted from this, just as long as you can link it back in some way to the prompt.
- PM your entry to me (Lovesick Melody.) by Friday, June 13th 2008 with 'Entry' somewhere in the title.


I would also like to thank Cherokee, for the amazing banners and for helping me this week. I'm under a lot of pressure at the moment, and I had a stressful week, sorry about that. :]
Thanks again Cherokee.
Lovesick Melody.
Bulletproof Heart
Lovesick Melody.
Age: 81
Gender: Female
Posts: 25760
June 13th, 2008 at 04:50pm

I'm a little bit late this week, sorry about that >.<

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One

Battle Scars


I shook and I stared.

Your rage obliviated the thick silence,
it broke the air in tiny slivers of sharp hate,
and I can feel it raining down on me.


Warm blood like summer wind,
washing and coursing down
in bright rivers of thin rivets down my skin,
your hand was around my neck,
mouth hot on my ear,
words screaming from a distance.


Rope raping around hair and flesh,
cold metal chain stinging the night air,
I can hear your footsteps a mile away.

Dont make me fight again

You said you loved me, I heard you say it

What changed?.

The whistle shrieks and it calls.
Dirt and dust swirl sadly up in the air,
the metal gate swings open, slight creak,
a rush and a blur, bark and a bite.

I stand as tall as I can,
small legs shaking, trembling.

Let me die tonight.

just to end the pain.


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Two

Torture, suffering, pain
You're driving me insaine
I want to sleep.
But I can only weep.
Im sick you see,
I dont want to be in this corner,
I just want to be free.
I dont want to die alone
But not like this
Getting closer to sleep with each gasping moan.

Sweet sleep is here,
It's my end now that I do not fear
I welcome it, it's better than this.
And soon i'll have my own little corner
In doggy heaven.

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Three

The look in his eyes made me cry
and the tears burned tracks down my cheeks
and I will try to stop him dying
but as myself I cannot

The men in the bar were laughing
getting drunk on the pain of the world
but the pain that was flowing around
was still polluting the air

The rope tied around of his neck
was tighter than an old mans fist
it cut off the air when he moved
but it was better than what had

The sorrow that glowed on his face
shone rosy in the little childs cheeks
for she didn't know he was dead
she just wanted to make it feel loved.

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Four

Yes, I'm a fucking animal,
And damn well treated like one, too.
You humans are cruel, cruel creatures.
You set the lowest standards for us, with your
'Oh, you are behaving like an animal,' and
'Don't treat him like an animal's.
You truly deserve a medal for your greatness.

Yes, we bite, rip apart, kill.
We have no civility.
Yet, human, it's only our
instinct,
Our programming, our single-minded aim.
We are created to do so, we must, to survive.
Question is, are YOU?

Do YOU have any questions?
Any excuses, any reasons, any defence
to write on banners to proclaim your superiority with?
To justify your actions with,
A lie to beautify? to perfume your
rotten, stinking actions with?

Imagine if your brother was unable to speak.
Would you tie him up and beat him and spurn him so?
No, you'd love him, you'd care for him, you would protect him.
So why the double-standards?
You use us, you kill us, you eat us,
But it's never really enough, it's never really going to be
.......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................enough

Oh, you are cultured,
I see, you have art, you can see more than we can.
Ignore the primary and worship the secondary.
Ah, it's all about the human experience,
Of cheap thrills based on hollow nothingness.

And I know why you lie,
Why you mask, cloak, smell like heliotrope.
Because you are monsters inside,
Dog is God spelled backwards, the other nature of man.
You have hidden behind an illusion of the latter,
And acted like the former all along.

Now who's the animal?


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Five

Slightly Opened Basement Windows

Skin and bones
is what i am
if they were being nice.
I am a lot less
than a sack of bones
'cause I am on the verge on dying.

Can no one hear
my loud whimpers and cries
Coming from the slightly
opened windows
of the dark house's basement?

My nose no longer wet
but my whole body damp
from lack of sunlight
In this cold basemant
it is anthing but bright.

Colar imbeded in my neck
So much pain
I almost pass out
not enough energy left
to whine and pout.

No food is given
no water to spare
Why did you get me?
Do you even care?
Am I here for your entertainment?
So you can laugh as i suffer
You are a cruel, cruel man,
you deserve nothing.

I lay on the concrete
With tears swelling in my eyes.
I haven't had enough water
To let myself cry
I lay on the cold concrete
Maybe I was
made to die?

I like it here
a lot better now
cause now I am the one
looking down.
I watch you breakdown
When the police come near
You committed animal abuse.
Didn't you hear?

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Six

Artistic Oppression

In desperate pursuit of provisions,
I roamed the street of the broken ragged.
Airs of ego constantly sneering
About my coarse appearance.

One being casually strolling yields.
A hand reaches to insist that I grasp.
A savior has embedded meaning for existence!
A haven of shelter will become my new coat.

When brought to the destination however,
I've found his gentle words invalid.
Pacing the enclosed space in vain weakens,
So I lie to huddle strength.

You beckon, and I forcibly oblige to your whim.
Your form of expression is my suffering.
My breath is fading along with ease,
But your memento will lie on my sleeve-
A badge of tribulation.

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Seven

Starving
in the name of art?
Art
not here
not while I sleep in a corner,
skin
and
bones
Art?
This is not art.
This is not a statement
This is just cruel
unusual
punishment
for being alive

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A great turnout this week :]


Rules.

- PM your vote to me by Sunday 15th of June.
- Do not vote more than once.
- Do not tell anyone who you have voted for until after the competition or urge others to vote for a certain poem.
- Don't vote for yourself.
- Make sure you specify the poem you are voting for in your vote PM's.
- Winner(s) and new contest put up on Sunday.

Lovesick Melody.
Bulletproof Heart
Lovesick Melody.
Age: 81
Gender: Female
Posts: 25760
June 15th, 2008 at 04:45am
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Congratulations to the winners, we had a great turnout this week!

Now, I'm handing the competition over to Cherokee for a little while since I'm very stuck with school.
She will post the new prompt and take it from there.
She will take the contest for a few weeks, I'm not sure how long.

So from now on, send all your entries and votes to Cherokee. Thanks guys! :]
Cherokee
Banned
Cherokee
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Posts: 2300
June 15th, 2008 at 05:25am

Ello everyone.
Congratulations to the winners, Thanks to Lovesick Melody and Jessie for their really good work.
From now on, I'll be taking over the poetry challenge, until our dear Jo, and Jessie get less busy.

Okay People!
Fresh new prompt.
INO Poetry Challenge # 15

For this week, I give you this poster.
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Link

Rules:
- You can't share your poems with anyone before the results are announced.
- You can only enter one poem per contest and poems must be made specifically for the contest.
- Anything you like can be interpreted from this, just as long as you can link it back in some way to the prompt.
- PM your Poem to me (Cherokee) by June 19th, 2008.
Do not forget, send 'em to me, not to Lovesick Melody. Don't make that mistake.

As for timezones. I will post the entries and winners when it's noon at my country, this should actually give you all half-day extra time; as it would be midnight at your country.
It would be better than posting too soon.
Cherokee
Banned
Cherokee
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Posts: 2300
June 19th, 2008 at 01:16pm

I am so sorry for the lateness, now...

The poems

Number One

Hunt For Peace

I am lost,
I dont know from where to start,
Or where to stop,
I am wandering with a battered heart.

Vehement deluge of tears,
That have marred the beauty once existent.
Strident demands to ferret out peace,
That is perturbing me to atonement.

What has happened to peace?
Once so alive; so invigorated.
Has humanity lost it all?
Trying to murder it to pieces.

That direction;
This direction;
Everywhere virulent tribulations I see.
That way;
This way;
My own sight is blistering me.

Love, Peace, Happiness,
Tell me one corner where they are found.
People are struggling in their hunt,
Cause no where is it around.

Yes, its a conspicuous truth!
Peace has demised.
They have killed it themselves,
Those who claim to be wise.

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Number Two

Desires For A Better Reality

The brewing fires in the alleys
Result from the taxes piling towers
From the marksman’s scores of
Sacrificed soldiers and worshiped weapons
For adversity along international lines.

Applauding the poverty
Serves the vile audience
To encourage again the sounds
Of crackling of the rifles
Among the distant nations.

Silty costumes in the tariff theater
Symbolize the honor and loss
Of valuable heirs stricken with
Tasks seemingly dispatching grandeur.

Tolls descend like angels on their battlefield,
Whether on the streets or the unknown terrain,
And feeble eyes mustn’t daze
Nor insanity cleanse their judgment.

Will the days tour the
Overlooked graves of rended
Civilians and servants,
Along with their blood?

Calamities occur incessantly,
But will democracy fly the bleached flag?
If we overthrow the thorned crown,
Maybe peace will be hailed.

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Number Three

Wells Full of Coins

Wished at every well,
But they seem to be broke.
No matter how many coins
You throw in.

“You get one wish,”
Says the genie to the child.
“I wish for world peace”
Is exactly what they tell them.

Prayed by many children
Hand clasped so tightly
So they’re prayers won’t slip away
‘Till they’re through.

Dreamt by the believers
Thinking they will change
Hoping that all this hate
Won’t make them insane.

How many coins must we throw?
‘Till the well is full.
Will our hands ever unclasp?
From the devil’s hold?

Dreams do not seem to work
Because no else can see them
So put it on a big screen
And let the haters see.

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Number Five

A Question For Our President


What will it take, Mr. President?,
do you need to turn on the television
to see what we see?,
what will it take,
the life of the seventeen year old son,
the father of a brand new baby girl
thats he has never even held.


Tell us, Mr.President,
do you have to bathe in their fallen blood,
spritz their last whispered breath on your wrist,
tell us,
why cant you just stop it, stop it all?


Would you like us to bottle up
all the tears we have cried for our soldiers
and send it to you, you would drown
and it would give you the easy way out.


Can we not stand hand-in-hand
with the "enemies" and stand tall and proud,
can we not stop the superficial killings
and stop your selfish parade.


Oh but dont worry about us,
we`ll just wait for that day
when the doorbell rings and our stomach drops
as the hand knocks on the door.
Dont worry about us
when we get the grief stricken but polite soldier
standing on our front porch,
his eyes saying it all.


They`re gone. lost into forever the realm of war.

So, Mr.President,
dont think of us when we bury the one thing
in our life we needed to get through the day.

When the folded flag falls into the weeping shell of a person,
wont you then think about peace?
or will you just add more blood to the reddened stripes?.

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Rules.

- PM your vote to me by Sunday.
- Do not vote more than once.
- Do not tell anyone who you have voted for until after the competition or urge others to vote for a certain poem.
- Don't vote for yourself.
- Make sure you specify the poem you are voting for in your vote PM's.
- Winner(s) and new contest put up on 22nd of June.

Cherokee
Banned
Cherokee
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Posts: 2300
June 22nd, 2008 at 01:15pm
Winners!
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Yeah, I received a lot of votes.


Now..
INO poetry challenge #16
Inner Beauty.


It's [beauty] a kind of radiance. People who possess a true inner beauty,
their eyes are a little brighter, their skin a little more dewy. They vibrate at a
different frequency.”

~ Cameron Diaz


Rules:
- You can't share your poems with anyone before the results are
announced.
- You can only enter one poem per contest and poems must be made
specifically for the contest.
- Anything you like can be interpreted from this, just as long as you can link
it back in some way to the prompt.
- PM your Poem to me (Cherokee) by June 27th, 2008.

Cherokee
Banned
Cherokee
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Posts: 2300
June 28th, 2008 at 12:21pm
Entries!

Number One

Its What You Dont Have

She isnt pretty.
she sure as hell aint perfect,
are legs are a little too long,
her breasts a little too small,
her eyes a little too narrow,
her smile a little too crooked.

but she`s beautiful.

Radiating from her like a violent cancer,
her words curl around strawberry lips,
they nip and they tease,
just like a breeze left unattented.


Her walk is a bit too slow,
her laugh just a little too loud

but every boy wants her.

They see the aura of a stained glow surrounding her,
the rays peaking and weaving like
thin threads on a threadbare needle.

Her shirt is the tiniest bit too tight,
her jeans too big,
maybe even her thighs aren`t creamy and skinny
but her smile.
My God.
that smile.

The sun turns her back in a huff,
digusted show of display,
how can one girls smile put her to shame?.


Its dangerous how ugly she could be,
its strange how better she is.

She tapped beneath her surface
and look what floated up,
just like bits of lonesome driftwood.

Confidence.

Number Two

Coin of Appearance

Inside, fluttering, amethyst butterflies
Cradle a gentle spirit that
Is melted into my upbeat heart.
Silently, they conduct a rhythmic
Presence to taste the nectar of my thoughts.

Surely this crust layered on top
That I reside in shelters those delicate angels.
Those of the sickly addiction to snicker
Mock this smock I conceal them with.

Crack the codes of the surface, and
I express the magnificence
Within my protective barrier.
I do not blend with mortality
And am bitten by devious natures.

For you friend, I wake. Capture the image
Of the sparkling cream churning in
My soul. Don’t choke on the dust of
Deceit, but breathe smooth strokes
Of my underlying beauty.

Number Three
It's like the ink has decided to divorce me,
And it's left me wordless, speechless, unable to write.
But I need to, I need to capture you on paper,
For film is inferior; it can never capture what you have.

You are so beautiful.
With your smile, you can light a thousand lamps,
With your eyes you can burn longer than all the suns.
But they'll never see it,
And secretly I'm glad,
I have you all to myself.

I want to write you down,
Dissect you into a million little ideas,
Identify, categorize, label you.
But I can't, ah, you have such an amazing mind,
I don't want to handle it lest I get my fingerprints all over it.

You are so beautiful.
I'm not jealous; Jealousy is for the proud,
I am merely happy just seeing you, letting you be the butterfly outside
Instead of inside the case.
I can be with you all day
And never think twice about the world.

You are an artist,
You capture and make everything twice as wonderful.
You make me see through those eyes of yours,
And the view is breathtaking.

I want to be part of your world.
I want to live in it, breathe in it, I want to be it,
Because I know I never will be beautiful enough for it anyway,
But it won't hurt to dream,
Even if all my dreams are imperfect compared to yours.

You are so beautiful.
O, but if your visage was
As beautiful as your mind,
The world would be dazzled
And would perhaps start spinning around you instead.

Let's just smile and say God
Didn't want that so he made you plain.
So that those who don't know you
Will never see and subsequently be amazed by you.

We'll sit back and you'll be as ignorant as ever,
But you are like my own sunshine,
You brighten up my day and help me see things right.
I guess I'm just luckier than everyone else.

You are so beautiful.
You know, I'm glad you're not externally as perfect,
That would taint all your beauty with vanity.
Nobody would ever see you for who you are,
And self-obsession leaves an ugly scar.

You are so beautiful,
And I think I love you more than I love myself.
But you'll never know it.


So draw, and smile again for me,
And silently wipe away all my suffering.


Number Four

Hidden Beauty

Splash, Splash, Splash
I hurled a stone at the water.
Disappointed!
Thwarted efforts to see a beautiful reflection...
Instead, I found my eyes scrutinizing a distorted image.
I was on the brink of tears,
Tears, you know why?
Because I could witness no beauty,
Beauty that is fragile and delicate.

One drop,
Two drops,
Three drops,
And then I halted.

What was I doing?
Beauty isnt a thing that people can see
Infact, it is to be felt,
Felt by the heart.
For a beholder, the outside may be everything
But for the imaginative, its all a hidden secret
That could only be discovered...

I wiped my tears,
I purged my thoughts,
I gave a smile to the water,
And this time, the beauty was caught.

Its then that my soul stopped aching,
Aching from the pain of disappointments,
Its then that real beauty was unveiled to me,
And it dampened all my resentments.

Impression is made by beauty,
But thats from inside, from the unrevealed.
Its called a misconception to believe the opposite,
Because in that way, your wounds could never be healed.

And now, whenever I look at the water,
It reflects back an ever more dignified image,
One that scintillates with grace and hope,
With beauty that is no more caged.

Number Five

Emotioanal Foundation

Falling from the outside
Steamed windows is what they pass
Though their view is blocked
By rarely fogged glass.

Scars and burns,
The paint job.
Soft and loved,
Stains the interior.

Glossed over, with liquid
Iris speaks for us all.
Nothing but a painting,
On a fairly blank wall.

A book cover, strong yet it can be hurt
Hides all the words you read.
As the sides of a cup,
Hide what you are drinking.

Weeping and crying
Is a cover-up, for
Emotional blemishes

Do not wear the make-up
For you’ll fade your true beauty.
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Rules.


- PM your vote to me by Tuesday 8th July 2008
- Do not vote more than once.
- Do not tell anyone who you have voted for until after the competition or urge others to vote for a certain poem.
- Don't vote for yourself.
- Make sure you specify the poem you are voting for in your vote PM's.
- Winner(s) and new contest put up on Tuesday

You see guys? We mixed the whole dates up because of the expansions, but everything will be back on quack the week of the clean up.
So don't worry about the crazy dates, and I'm sorry about it.
Cherokee
Banned
Cherokee
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Posts: 2300
June 30th, 2008 at 10:50am
Winners!
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Correct me if there are any mistakes.

INO Poetry Challenge #16.
This week would probably be the most random.
For this week's prompt, I give you one word.
Coincidence.
You can relate this in any way.
So, I excpect you all to go wild.

Rules:
- You can't share your poems with anyone before the results are announced.
- You can only enter one poem per contest and poems must be made specifically for the contest.
- Anything you like can be interpreted from this, just as long as you can link it back in some way to the prompt.
- PM your Poem to me (Cherokee) by July 6th, 2008.
Deadline edited.
Gerard had a cookie!
Killjoy
Gerard had a cookie!
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Gender: Female
Posts: 7
July 1st, 2008 at 03:36pm
But it's not fair!

But it's not fair!
Why did he have to go?
Those were the first words I spoke when he went.

My family were there,
At the funeral for him.
But I did not speak when it was over.

He is buried in my back garden now,
Sometimes I go and talk to him,
Tell him how much I loved him and miss him.

So now I have to go,
To the pet shop,
And buy another hamster like him.
Cherokee
Banned
Cherokee
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Posts: 2300
July 1st, 2008 at 03:54pm
Here we go again. ^^

Dear Gerard had a cookie,
Posting here is not allowed.
I know you are new here, no problem...
If you want to enter the contest, please read the prompt and send your poem to me in a personal message.
Guys, NEVER EVER post anything here.
It would be great if you could edit it, and then post your poem on the borad.
PM if you need help.
Cherokee
Banned
Cherokee
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Posts: 2300
July 6th, 2008 at 10:57am
Entry 1.

Its A Little Ironic

I dont remember.
but we were in kindergarden together.

Our parents became friends
somehow through the years,
meeting, smiling, stopping to talk
in the store together.

I would stand to the side and sulk.
I hated you.
I hated the cocky way you walked,
the 'I think i`m so badass' look on your face,
I hated the smirk you wore.
I never talked to you
but I hated you.


If I saw you,
I would walk the other way.

but.

That dance.
remember, it was at prom?

We danced every song together after that.
I turned down every smiling, sweating boy.

I just wanted to dance with you.

A year and a half passed.
Bliss.
Fire on my skin.
ecstasy.

Heartbreak.
The tears I cried over you.

I didnt see your face.
I couldnt hear your voice.
Nine months passed
and I became.
fleeting. listliss. shattered.

and then.

One phone call.

and look at us now.

My heart dances and stutters at the sight of you.
My breathing becomes static and incomplete.

just at the sight of you.

Look at where we started.

Look at where we could end.

Lets fall into the world
and see were coincidence will bring us again.

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Entry 2.

It's one of the best things that's happened.
Lo and behold; the only explanation is a coincidence.
You're a coincidence, hmm, it doesn't fit, it doesn't make sense,
really, how can something so amazing be reduced to just a spurt of randomness?

As I think about you I love you all the more.
Wherever you are. Whatever you're doing. I want you to know I love you.

Ranting and raving. That's what I'm doing. But, but, but
you're worth it all. You'll never accept it, but you are. Not just
once, twice, but a million times over. I just want you to
understand that, write it down, memorise it.


Remember, that even if we can't read each other, I will still be there for you.
Even if it means I have to walk a thousand miles.
Maybe you don't believe me,
Yeah, I barely believe myself either, but if I say it I will do it.

For what? for you. No ifs and buts and ands
A way, it's just a way to thank you.

Very much like someone I've always wanted but never head, that's what you are.
Oh it's unbelievable what you've done for me, like
Rain in the middle of a desert.
I don't feel so much pain anymore,
Thank you. And you've done it without conciously even meaning to.
Emapcipated me from it almost completely.

Coincidences, they're too many to be just.
Oh yes, there's more to them,
I know there is, just like there's more to you.
No more sixes and eights, I'm sticking to initials.
Carry on and you'll find me through a series of events.
I will be waiting at the end of the breadcrumbs,
Daring you to look beyond the symbols.
Endings will not be endings anymore;
No, I'll mark them as beginnings. The
'Chances' will not stop coming.
Engage with me in counting them,

X marks the spot and
Doomsday's never coming for me anyway.

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Entry 3.

The Reflected Portrait". :]

The mansion built of stubborn stone
That climbed onto this meadow’s steeple
Surrounds my presence and
Mixes sounds of whispers and remarks.

Its entrance is marked by charcoal bars
Seldom removed for strangers’ welcome.
The barren maze within tolerates but
Acrylic memoirs of the past.

One art of a previous, beautiful woman
Forcibly stays on the belligerent walls.
As I pace in the vision of the painted figure,
The tension quickly sets in.

The beating burrows drawn for her sight
Seem to hover behind my gullible assurance.
Whenever my intelligence slips away,
I spin ‘round and peer back at
The still being, lifeless and bearing fear.

The heavenly chandelier bestowing glory
Upon this picture lends no protection
To the forgotten stairs and vacant halls
But to a haunting lady to remember.

My mind escapes the image when I
Turn away to view the bitter
Door, owned by the ticking seconds,
That I’ve plotted to free.

A trumpeting alarm alerts this place.
A visiting voice walks through the area,
Admires around, gazes where
I am captured by chilling terror,
And then wanders a dim passage.

I glance back at the woman
I’ve pondered over for a fortnight.
Perhaps her curiosity is the same as mine.
Maybe she mimics my stance to
Learn and extract a response.

I’ve acquired much knowledge of
Her positions and movements,
But could it be a possibility
That her copying me is just a coincidence

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Entry 4.

A Mere Coincidence

Blink, Blink, Blink.

I trespassed your way,
You trespassed mine,
Then our fates converged to meet,
It was a prodigy, a plausible sign.

It seemed that we had landed,
In a quagmire.
Someone of us had to speak,
But we chose to remain quiet.
My eyes met with yours,
Placidly, we gazed.
The suppressed hush, The subdued wind,
All seemed amazed.

It was a mere coincidence,
And now we both treasure the day.
We could have chosen our paths,
But we preferred to stay.
It could have been love mixed with fallacy,
Or eternal bliss,
It could have been an ephemeral memory,
Or a lasting kiss.

One step,
Two steps,
Three steps.
Shudder!
I flickered, just like a candle.
For one moment,
Wanting to be in your arms.
Another,
Trying to say farewell.

In the end, it had to be my decision:
So I clutched your hand firm,
And headed for the hills.
The coincidence had transformed our lives,
And who knows, maybe, it was God's will.

It was a mere coincidence,
And now we both treasure the day.
We could have chosen our paths,
But we preferred to stay.
Stay,
Stay forever,
Till the universe lasts.

You embellished my life,
Adorned it with care.
You dazed me with your refulgence,
Sparkled the air.
We promised never to fluctuate,
And keep reciprocating the love,
Until it swells up like a mammoth,
From below and above.

Tick, Tick, Tick.

Time is no barrier, no impediment,
It can never come in between our love,
Since it was time,
Which brought us together,
Together,
And I hope this would last forever.

It was a mere coincidence,
And now we both treasure the day.
We could have chosen our paths
But we preferred to stay...

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Entry 5.

What a Coincidence

I see her,
You see her,
What a coincidence.

As if I never lived,
As if I'm as thin as air,
Like evanescence.

As if I'm a twin of a ghost,
As if I'm carrying a hoax,
Like you don't have permission,
To talk to an appirition.

You see, she left you all alone,
Not following the tone,
Of fake truth you say through your teeth.

She's smarter than you,
She's smarter than me,
Because I fell for your trick last week.

What a coincidence,
That like evanescence,
She vanished from you and me.

She won't believe what you say,
So your all alone today,
Just like me today,
What a coincidence.

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July 8th, 2008 at 02:50pm
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Now, about the new prompt.
As you all know, the poetry board will be cleaned up on the 14th of July, for various reasons.
Read this if you are not aware of the new rules yet. Because of this cleanup, being so soon, we wouldn't have time for a new prompt.
Jessie will post the new prompt along with a brand new set of rules the very next Sunday after the 14th.

Cherokee
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July 20th, 2008 at 04:26pm
So, Jessie isn't going to post the new prompt o.O.

INO Poetry Challenge No. 17.
This week, I give you a picture, like the old times.
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Sorry, couldn't come up with better!

Rules:
- You can't share your poems with anyone before the results are announced.
- You can only enter one poem per contest and poems must be made specifically for the contest.
- Anything you like can be interpreted from this, just as long as you can link it back in some way to the prompt.
- PM your Poem to me (Cherokee) by July 25th, 2008.

Cherokee
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July 25th, 2008 at 03:29pm
Entries.

Poem No. 1
Momma

Momma, your warmth cradles my innocence,
Pulling me nearer to your heart,
And your nature of selflessness will allow me
To live without concern of abuse.

Your weary eyes drift away when you display
Your heroic stance and prevent reality from
Lunging at my sweet naivety.
Skimming through and tossing harm to the alleys,
Immortality should recognize your valor.

There are violent blades of ignorance lurking
In those streets below our brick-walled home,
Pacing in anticipation if our soft floor will crumble.
Momma, you wouldn’t agree to fall,
But I cannot be sewn to your side.

Surely I will be thrown to that pit, because
Your embrace dwindles. Although you
Hesitantly fade, your vivid soul thrives
Within me, and the hungry daggers
Will shatter when our stares meet.

Peom No. 2

Summer sunshine rised.
I jumped out of bed, with a high.
Running downstairs, I see her standing there.
"Mommy, are we going to the park today?" I ask her
Morning after morning, I know the words she'll say.
"Yes sweetie, go get changed, grab a bite to eat, and we'll be on our way."

Summer rays of fun, pouring down upon me.
Overwhelmth of happiness, in the days of my glory.
And as I ran freely in the open green, I laughed and I played.
I slipped my hat onto my mother's head, and said "I love you, more than words could say."
We smiled and embraced a hug, a mother's love for her perfect little one.

Before it was time to go home, I gave her one more breathtaking hug.
A symbol of my love for the one who I love the most.
My perfect Mother, who I've always known.


Poem No. 3


Existential


Content.
I am content.
Insects buzz
Chirrups of crickets, droning bees,
The silky whisper of milk butterflies
A mosquito, slapped away.
A slight breeze brushes my face and brushes my mind
Sun warms my dark skin
Sweat trickling down my back and brow
Heat hangs heavy in the air
But is not humid, rather soothing
Tinkling bells of children’s laughter
Giggles interrupted by snorts, gasps for breath
Lazily, raising chocolate eyes to chocolate eyes
I smile.
She smiles.
We are content.

Peom No. 4
Looking Back


There are the news when my hand is on the door,
waiting to walk out and never come back


there are the days when I yell at you,
hating the way you patronize me and run my life

[ or ruin it ]


and there are the days I catch you staring at me,
soft smile gracing the lines of your tired face


do you see yourself when I look back at you?


Do you remember the easy, wild and free days you had?
do you smile at me because your smiling at the memories too?


and there are the days when I walk up behind you and hug you.

just because.


Even though I dont day it as much as I should,
I love you mama.


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July 27th, 2008 at 03:05pm
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New prompt will be posted soon by Jo, or Jessie xD...
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July 28th, 2008 at 01:44am

Sorry about last weeks confusion, my internet was cut off for some reason. D:

But now, for this weeks prompt, I give you a video about Human Trafficking



This video is not mine, and I found this purely by surfing youtube.


Rules:
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- Anything you like can be interpreted from this, just as long as you can link it back in some way to the prompt.
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Lovesick Melody.
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August 8th, 2008 at 07:37pm


One

Forbidden Fairytale

A creeping spider crawls on my dress' sash.
The painful venom he unleashes is rash.
Freedom’s a hostage to the tourniquet,
And my body is helpless to this trashy regret.

Bruises worn on flesh and bone.
A heart stricken with selfish stone.
His heavy rage may weigh on me,
But shallow eyes turn carelessly.

Accepting remedies after I sin,
It's a twisted choice of medicine.
Violently curling the threads upon my head,
My blood is pleading to drown this dread.

You've been selling my grace down a flaring stream,
And now, its embers choke the throat of my dream.
When you see a flashy doll of ecstasy,
The lovely projection just might not be.

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Two

Human Disturbance

Your hand curls in my hair,
your nose inhales the sweat of my skin,
your hands cradle roughly my wrists.


Crude words slip from your tongue
like a rancid rampaging disease

"Delectable"

"Delicious"

"Oh we`ll have fun with you"


It was dark,heavy and a slow burn
as you ripped through my house,
pulling me by the ankles as I fought,
I drew blood and you fucked me for being a "feisty bitch"


You say that i`ll fetch a nice price,
its a price you`ll have to pay for
as you rot in hell.


Fear hangs low and heavy,
its the shadow beneath our eyes,
but what can we do?

We have no one.
No family.
No friends.
You killed them all.

What do I have to turn to?

This is home.

This is my life.

A refugee from Gods grace.


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Three

First Tears For Freedom

9 years

9 years old and no sense of self
Not sure she’s alive
Not even sure she exists

470 weeks

7 nights a week, forced to work the streets
Husky voices and smoke choked laughter

3,287 days

Every day is a new hell, new suffering, new pain
Scars upon scars, bruises on bruises, until it doesn’t hurt anymore

78,894 hours

The hours are filled with silence
The only thing she can think of is the hunger in her belly
and the hunger in her heart.
Forget what you see, forget what you feel, that’s the only way to survive

4,733,640 minutes

Respite is sparse, minutes or less
Minutes only, but the dearest, most treasured moments.
Then back to a corner, bare feet on blackened concrete
Payments paid with her body, and no hope for freedom
The first tears where for the freedom,
the last tears where for the end.

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August 13th, 2008 at 06:50am

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August 14th, 2008 at 05:53am

In the spirit of the olympics, I give you one image.

It can be found here. :]

It doesn't have to do with the Olympics, but that is the Beijing National Stadium where some Olympic events are being held.
Go wild guys!

Rules:
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August 27th, 2008 at 02:05am


One

in and out the lights fade across the room

he stands ready for glory ready to show them all
what it means to be there, what his talents told the world
it didn't matter who he was or who he loved -;
not to those people he was in for the long run
and when the bang called his name he dashed towards the fading light

one step, two steps, three steps
the weight on his shoulders grew heavier with each step
he could feel their watching eyes, their disapproval
ten steps, eleven steps, twelve steps
he had promised him that he'd do it for them

the fading lights started to grow brighter
the weight on his shoulders vanished into thin air
taking the rest of the steps in a zip of the moment
he dashed ahead of everyone else, and proved to them

the color of the sky wouldn't change anytime soon.

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Two

The Sweetest Gold is Bronze

They said we couldn’t
One out, two out
A slapdash team of alternates and barely made its
Tossed aside and tossed away
Adding injury to insult, twisted tendons spelled the end

“Not yet, don’t count us out yet.”

“No chance, no way, not with those greenhorns.”

“We won’t stop trying, don’t you count us out yet.”

Falls and fumbles, but we’re trying, don’t give up hope.

"Keep watching, you’ll see, we will do this."

And we did.
15.35
Sasha’s saving grace
Now we’re slaphappy high
Intoxicated by the sweetest of all nectars
Our ambrosia is victory with the taste of we told you so

They said we couldn’t
We said we can.
We said we will.
We did.

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Three

Proving My Dream

Remember when I was five
and I told you what I wanted to be when I 'Grew Up'?

You laughed softly,
eyes clouded with pity,
you told me in that moment, with that look,
that I would never make it.

I harbored my dream safely,
I tucked it neatly in the back of my mind,
only unfolding the corners of it
when I was in bed at night.

I would become.


The smell of the metal stands,
the same path that the greats before me had walken.

I was here.
I was home.

I was in the stadium you always told me I would never reach.

I stand by the window and look out to see what lays ahead.
I left you behind because you didnt believe.

Whose laughing now?
Who has the pity in their eyes?

I may fail. I may lose. I may not win gold and be number one.

But dont you see?
I`ve already won.


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I apologize for the lateness, I've been sick and haven't been able to get on INO.

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