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1 July 2009, 09:31 PM   #1
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This Weeks Contest is going to have

A theme

not a request

but i want it to be like

15+ lines long?
around 15 is good

The Theme is Self Violence

Dead line is 7th of july

im not accepting anything after that

3 kp for the winner


P.s. Please Post the poems here, dont message me them

any questions?
you may message me

1 July 2009, 09:42 PM   #2
Joined: 18 Jun 2009
Posts: 3
 Can we write more than one? ._.

2 July 2009, 02:39 AM   #3
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yes yes, maybe is uhh 4
; D

2 July 2009, 02:39 AM   #4
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per contest that is

2 July 2009, 02:44 AM   #5
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Posts: 3
 Nifty. Ill write some in the morning.

2 July 2009, 02:47 AM   #6
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 Whoops. Wrong account, Hah.
Anyway, Ill enter a few tomorrow.

2 July 2009, 02:48 AM   #7
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good luck :D

id enter

but that'd be cheating xD

2 July 2009, 03:25 AM   #8
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Mm, Self violence is like Self harm/Self injury right? Mhm, I'll try. c: My poem is about what could trigger it. D: I wish I could have gone another way, And worked through this confusion, And in this disaster I lay, As I think of the final conclusion. I could've been the perfect kid, But you never gave me praise, But all you want is to get rid, How am I supposed to spend my days? You drove me to utter madness, Making me think I'm not good enough to live, As I spent my life in cold-blooded sadness, But seriously, what did you ever have to give? You treated me like dirt, You hated me for been alive, You didn't care if it was your child you hurt, But as long as your power can thrive, it's alright? And when I was in that hospital struggling to catch my last breath, You were out there, hoping I've reached death. _____ So again, it's about triggers. This one is about rejection from parents, I hope future parents could see this, to know how important a mothers/fathers love is. D:

2 July 2009, 03:32 AM   #9
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Oh god maria..

im like crying my eyes out D:

poetry has a real efect on me

and i know what thats like >.>

Yours is ok with the qualifications : D

Good luck <3

2 July 2009, 03:39 AM   #10
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Aww. D:
Don't cry ;---;.

2 July 2009, 09:14 AM   #11
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I dig through my pillowcase
And find my razorblade
Time to empty my vein again
Maybe this time I'll fade

Dig it in nice and deep
Watch the blood spilling out
Release my inner hatred
Release my inner doubt

Slice all the way down
From my elbow to my wrist
The blood pouring out now
Maybe this one'll have a twist

I lay down in bed
And close my eyes tight
I think it's working this time
It's time to say goodnight
Once again, that's the best I could come up with.

2 July 2009, 10:16 AM   #12
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I hold the razor blade in my hand thinking,knowing 
I have to break this habit 
I see the blood trailing down my wrist
I wonder who will miss me if one day 
I get to my vein and decide to just end my life
I cry out in pain my parents tell me to open the door
I scream NO! and faint right there in the middle of the bathroom
My parents bust down the door and wonder where they went wrong
They though I was such a happy good child
I  lay there awaiting the paramedics to come and fix this
I need help and I know it
I didn't want to believe it
I`m going to break this habit
I know it`s the best thing for me
For my parents
And for my friends
Sorry not my best but i tried

2 July 2009, 11:44 AM   #13
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Since i love you ill tell you

Please try again D;
It was good tho : )

Motley:  GOOD  i like it

2 July 2009, 01:54 PM   #14
Joined: 18 Jun 2009
Posts: 7
Last edited by angellight1000, 7 July 2009
Pan came out of the woods one day,--
His skin and his hair and his eyes were gray,
The gray of the moss of walls were they,--
And stood in the sun and looked his fill
At wooded valley and wooded hill.

He stood in the zephyr, pipes in hand,                                                    
           i love this one the most not part of my poem
On a height of naked pasture land;
In all the country he did command
He saw no smoke and he saw no roof.
That was well! and he stamped a hoof.

His heart knew peace, for none came here
To this lean feeding save once a year
Someone to salt the half-wild steer,
Or homespun children with clicking pails
Who see so little they tell no tales.

He tossed his pipes, too hard to teach
A new-world song, far out of reach,
For sylvan sign that the blue jay's screech
And the whimper of hawks beside the sun
Were music enough for him, for one.

Times were changed from what they were:
Such pipes kept less of power to stir
The fruited bough of the juniper
And the fragile bluets clustered there
Than the merest aimless breath of air.

They were pipes of pagan mirth,
And the world had found new terms of worth.
He laid him down on the sun-burned earth
And raveled a flower and looked away--
Play? Play?--What should he play? 
by angellight1000/p.n.d

2 July 2009, 01:59 PM    #15
Joined: 18 Jun 2009
Posts: 7
Story is beautiful
As I sit here narrating it to you.
You being everyone
Who reads this.
Once upon a time was a princess
Who was beautiful
Her beauty wasn't just Looks
They were just the addition
To her Beauty
Her conversations were what
I fell in love with.
Those talks being sweet as the Milo we used to share
As we both listened to each other talks
She was the one who would lighten the moments
Whenever they seemed like a fading light.
Light which glowed on her
Whenever I looked
Mesmerized I was with all the happenings
Which occurred as I was experiencing something
I only dreamed of.
One day she showed me a poem which she wrote
For me.
Titled it was......My Best Friend.
Replied I saying A Poem!
As amazed I was.
Nobody shared their feelings with me the way she did.
It was something so big that I was blushing 
Happiness I had
And shy I was too.
As she wrote a poem for me.
What a poem it was
In which every word matched
And the combination was unique.
I was like WOW
such was a response
I gave.
Still I remember
Every word I said.
Even though now the story is old....Very Old.
Still a story it is I had to tell.
As in words it will survive
And if it remained in heart of mine
Died it would have.
Which is something I won't let happen.
Here I go again
With my words
Telling a story
To everyone.
Which is true.......So true
As rare experience it was for me.
ABC....of poems was taught to me by princess of mine.
As the next day I wrote a poem for her in which I described her as a Teacher, Friend and a
She........said Awww.....Its so sweet.
Blushed again I did.
I was like asking her really is it good?
Replied she did Yes it is sweet.
Seventh heaven I felt like I had reached
After hearing her sweetness of sweet words.
Those words weren't just words for me.
Experience they were
Forgotten they never will be by me.
No matter how hard I try.
Try I can't as I know some things aren't to be forgotten.
They are to kept in our memories
Framed those memories will be as a scratch I won't let them have.
Those shared moments and times together are what built me.
Words I am expressing today
Are yours.
You gifted me everything which words could give.
Forget this I never will.
Strength in my words is what i learnt to develop from you
Only you.
Taught me you have so much
Thank you enough I can't.
As Thank You's are required for those whom we forget.
I never did forgot you
And never can.
Though move I have to
As that was our sweet dream
Which has an ever lasting place in heart of mine.
Heart which Always remembers you
As incomplete it is without you.
We are two different people who can't be One.
Though words you gave will always will
As they are the only thing which can't be stolen
Even by this world of Reality.

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