This contest is for dark poetry only. Rules: 1. Has to be in by December 1st 2. Dark or moody 3. Has to have a hidden message Winners will be announced December 5th. First place gets ten gifts. Second gets five. And third gets one. If you would like to be a judge, PM or wall me. You can submit more than one poem. If you need help, message me.
Pose~ I can pose into any position, any form I want to be, but not myself, and it will always go into repetition. It takes all my energy, wishing I could get it back, I don't want it to be the end of me, yet nothing will go in track. Hiding myself could be my own place, my resting thoughts can go undone, and even in any pace, I feel that my heart can never run. It won't soar, it won't cry, but it will wait for that shallow grave, the one that looks you in the eye. I may exist, or be dried in the feverish sun, but sometimes I just wish, that my emotions could run, and I wouldn't feel lost anymore. Inside, somewhere deep, I can try to think what I have done wrong, I can hate everything I see, instead of putting my emotions in a song, I put them in the words I breathe. If I could stop with this pose, and try to find what I need, I could breathe the air with my nose, and finally feel like I never had the nature to lose myself, and try to be free. And here is my signature~
How simple To twist the knife The sudden pulling On your face into A smile as You deal the Killing blow However, know That murder dulls The world into A chain of pale Imitations Each successive Experience Repeats the last Like thrusting your Fist into piles Of ash You are already living The earnest daydream Of wandering Into strangers With the eyes of Your father And fingertips dripping With open secrets To remind you Of your murderous heart
Patient on your mind,a crowded room snapshot a shattered tile,you can run but you know you can't hide,from all the tricks they play on your mind,I know the shapes down to the way you love,just cry it out don't like when you get rough,stay the same way till the time you call,Don't you believe it though...,I know where you are,I see you so far,I know where you go,lost in the higher heaven
Make the world move~ I walk against the trees, and ponder what I could do, to know what love can bleed, and how to make the world move. The leaves dance about, and I'm left with nothing to say, everyday the words leave out of my mouth, and I shall have the gloomiest day. It does not revolve around me, or wait for my karma you see, because it does not work that way, only in some dreams. Earthquakes can rumble, and cries can come out, but my walks tumble, of my own shouts. Yes, I can make the world move, my the power of my hand, But nothing is never as it seems, because you never understand.