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Post by Ceri on Oct 21, 2006 20:42:50 GMT
Damn I'm bored, so here's Story Shack Contest #6 -- Freelance Poetry.
Entries must be submitted before Wednesday (deadline extendable) and polls will then be open till Saturday. Good luck!
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Post by trip on Oct 21, 2006 21:35:23 GMT
ok how manny entries per person? i may have left things in my note pad for a bit.
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Post by Ceri on Oct 21, 2006 21:47:17 GMT
Same rules apply as always, so, one
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Post by Aulius on Oct 22, 2006 0:22:47 GMT
Freelance means anything right?
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Post by Ceri on Oct 22, 2006 9:46:13 GMT
Does indeed...I'm now worried about you...
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Post by Aulius on Oct 22, 2006 19:18:16 GMT
lol nah although.....
Insomnia is so lovely Lying wide awake at night Watching the time change So slowly.
Tossing and turning Trying to find that right position Frustrated and staring at the ceiling You wonder what's keeping you awake.
A faint drip, drip of a tap All your thoughts goto it How annoying it is You can't ignore it either
What seems like an eternity It's only been five minutes Since you checked last time You try again to fall asleep
You fail again And now the silence Not a sound to be heard But it's keeping you awake anyway.
Bloodshot eyes blink open The sun begins to shine You sigh in frustration You only just fell asleep too.
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Post by Ceri on Oct 22, 2006 21:53:42 GMT
Nice one! I like it
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Post by trip on Oct 23, 2006 16:46:09 GMT
hey we should have specifly happy poetry comp, most everything we write is deppressing.
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Post by Aulius on Oct 24, 2006 1:19:01 GMT
I write with experience as you can see sinces its 2:20 am
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Post by trip on Oct 24, 2006 13:15:52 GMT
yeh i can see that but have you noticed that only freak has so far managed to write something happy? and she died.
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Post by Ceri on Oct 24, 2006 16:26:41 GMT
You're an odd one to talk...
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Post by trip on Oct 24, 2006 21:13:59 GMT
eyyyaa!!! hem sorry to much FMA but i just realised that i havent botherd starthing this yet!!!! erm listen i will post about 7 am tommorow, i can write happy successfuly i hope. i just hhought that it would be novel to have a compitition where the poetry is happy. it's different becasue it is freelance, yet limited simply by an emotion.
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Post by Ceri on Oct 25, 2006 9:38:07 GMT
Well really these suggestions should be posted with the others, under the contest list, and not here, and also it's now 10:38 and I see no poem. Contest closes tonight
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Post by trip on Oct 25, 2006 10:56:50 GMT
phew tonight i can do. there is a funny story why there is no 7am poem, i was up till midnight practicing writing with my left hand and i had a little argument with my alrm clock, namly i won and went back to sleep. i will go fire up the laptop of private writing, my lounge pc has no privacy. bye. vote mike.
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Post by Vinnie on Oct 25, 2006 14:17:02 GMT
How about you actually WRITE A POEM Patches! Just a suggestion.
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Post by ineedspellcheck on Oct 25, 2006 14:21:35 GMT
yep! go vin. I dont write poems I critisize them
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Post by trip on Oct 25, 2006 17:10:49 GMT
How about you actually WRITE A POEM Patches! Just a suggestion. oh go stick your head in a fish, if you doubt i write stuff just kill me prise my note book from my cold dead hands, then see that i write stuff. i always like to write in a notebook, then write it up on pc, that way i get an extra profreading and i can have a second draft. i work beter this way. here is your poem as requested mike. it had better be happy, i did it whylst listing to evenessance so i'm not shure. The life of Nature my green lady. She was born on a Thursday, the first Thursday. Upon her birth she laughed, not cried. She smiled and welcomed the world into her heart. She looked to the sky and the birds that fly with joy and wonder. By Friday she skipped and ran, with the wind behind her. Friend to all, each and everything she loves with all her heart. She dances on the hilltops, up high on the mountains, a wind of pink petal leaves, soft kisses on a meadow of flowers, their faces smiling upon the sun. She skips in the snow, with the penguins and baby seals. She gives hugs to the polar bears, in her presence they are nothing more then a big cuddly teddy bear. Each day in the forests down by the equator, she plays with tiger cubs, cheeky monkeys and the chattering parrots. Such chatter and laughter she brings with her wherever she dances the likes of which you never did see. A peace between young and old. It is total in her presence, for her love makes the coldest heart glow warm and fuzzy. At night she sings with the nightingale, sweet songs that bring weeping hope to the soul. The sky darkens as her weary soul cries out in sorrow. Tears fall relentlessly as the heavens cannot fail but to cry with her, her sadness is absolute in the hearts of others. The pain she feels doesn’t lessen with the sharing. Her love for the world only adds to her grief, as she is abused, exploited and frightened by mans evils. But through the ashes of fire and sin in front of her a tiny green shoot defies, ready to forgive, to love and to move towards the future. She knows that there is some things that time cannot erase, there are some things that cant be forgotten, but love and friends can help make the pain go away. The rain stops, the skies depart, the rainbow appears, And she smiles.
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Post by trip on Oct 25, 2006 20:47:50 GMT
ok well seing as i dont know weather or not i'm alowed to edit my post i must ask that you ignore the title, just make up something jazzy.
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Post by Ceri on Oct 25, 2006 21:50:28 GMT
You can edit it if you want, and please don't double post. I like the poem, though... nice one.
Just before the contest closes I'm gonna add something seeing as so far only two people have entered...(sorry it's not happy!!)
Do you hear the voice? Echoing deep inside my mind Something there that I can’t find Take my hand and you will see The death inside of me
Floods of fire and burning ice Hold me close tonight Shield the moon and strike the stars Hold me close tonight Drive your blade into my heart Hold me close tonight Stain your hands in blood red light Hold me close
Do you hear the voice? Gripping me with hands of steel At depths that I no longer feel Hold me close and you will find The madness in my mind
Floods of fire and burning ice Hold me close tonight Shield the moon and strike the stars Hold me close tonight Drive your blade into my heart Hold me close tonight Stain your hands in blood red light Hold me close
Do you hear the voice...
Floods of fire and burning ice Hold me close tonight Shield the moon and strike the stars Hold me close tonight Drive your blade into my heart Hold me close tonight Stain your hands in blood red light Hold me close Hold me close
Contest is now closed...! Good luck all entries!
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Post by trip on Oct 25, 2006 22:35:05 GMT
good verry dark. it's strange but i just cant find a tempo to read it in. maby it's because ther is no puncuation at the end of the line to link it fully to the next line. is that intentional? maby i'm hyper if so sorry.
i always put things off like this so it's the first i have enter in ages, and it's not just somtihing i never managed to post last time aswell.
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