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Week 125 (June 7th - June 14th) Poems: Summer Festival DONE!
Sorry I didn't post a poem last week, I had not inspiration. Here is mine for this week.A Realization too Late
Music fills the still air
Songs bringing back memory's
Terror takes me captive
And quietly I flee
The lights whirl around me
Colors flashing by
And despair fill my heart
For no one can hear my cry
Black all around me
Why did I awake
Another day of foreboding
Another day of pain.
My wrist are rubbed raw
The chains biting deep
My blood splashed everywhere
But still no one see's my fate
Still no one hears.
Will no one save me
Please someone come.
But they cannot hear me
And I do what must be done.
I awake in a place I never knew existed
and now I see my flaws
But it is too late to change my life
I have tarried too long
And to this place of evil
Is now where I now belong.
I cried aloud to those up above
“It is unfair to give me such luck"
"Then treat me as though I were dust”
What evil did I do,
To deserve such a fate.
Will you not let me come up?
Will you not open the gate?
The words came back
and I knew I deserved them
I shunned the way to life
And so I spurned Him
If only I could go back
And lie in dungeons deep
Only one more day of suffering
And my payment would have been complete.
But I would not heed the warning
To the words of life I was blind
And now I must suffer silently
Because God was there all the time.
I didn't post a story last week either.That's an amazing, well crafted, and deeply important poem. I have literally only one problem with it: What does it have to do with Summer Festival?
Well the story starts at a carnivel which is sort of a Festival, thats what the light and music is, they are suppose to be coming from the rides. She was kidknapped at the carnival. She gives up hope of ever being rescued so she kills herself and wakes up in hell only to find out that if she had held on a day longer she would have been rescued and might be spared her fate.
Oh ... right. Music and flashing lights. I thought that was some sort of concussion or dehydration induced hallucination.Well then ... flawless.
Hmmm. It's going to be hard for me to come up with a poem for this one. *drums fingers on keyboard* Well hopefully the next time I come to this thread I'll have a poem to post.
Christa - Ron Paul 2012 wrote: "Sorry I didn't post a poem last week, I had not inspiration. Here is mine for this week.A Realization too Late
Music fills the still air
Songs bringing back memory's
Terror takes me captive
And..."
This is very nice. Confusing to me considering I only read it once, but I'm sure after another read it will click. Anyways, I like it.
Oh snap...I don't know what to write D:
I'm having the same problem. Everything I think of is cheesy
Yea, me too. Crap...this has never happened on this group :P Usually I can write it in 5 minutes and be done.
This happens to me a lot. I have an old poem I might recycle to make suitable for this topic.. Hmmmmm
Okay. I wrote this last night and fixed it up today. Hopefully, it's half way decent. I apologize if it isn't.High Maintenance Corpse
Will you cry for me?
Will you pause to think,
not only you need the tears?
Rain pelts the summer festival
Mud splashed on carriage wheels
Dirt caked travelers' shoes
It breathed life into the very atmosphere
Now, red paints the streets
It runs bright through mud and rain
It stains the travelers' shoes
Flies populate the air
But hands do not wave them away
A rotten stench sends scares scavengers
Crickets can be heard
Crows circle overhead
And the sky continues to cry
For no one cries for the dead
Oh, they cry for themselves
For it is the living, they think, who suffer
Selfish it may be
But no one cries for the dead
Dark, stormy skies know of the injustice
So the rain pours in heavy sheets
The summer festival died in haste
And the living abandoned me
But no one stopped to cry for me
They denied their tears
And now the sky must cry
Also gave me the inspiration needed to write a poem. Though it's odd that your poem prompted mine yet mine turned out to be completely different than yours... Hm. I won't question it.
Haha. You take what you can get, right? It's funny how that tends to happen when you start a project prompted by something someone else wrote.
Yeah. You know, I'm going through my bookshelf to see what books I've forgotten to put on goodreads and there are more than I expected!!
I have a few. Binh (my boyfriend) gave me a book like eight months ago to read, but I found out it's the sequel to a series. I can't find the first one anywhere which sucks because the 2nd actually looks pretty good.
You could always try reading the second book anyway.
Albert: Uh oh.Me: HUSH!
I hate reading books out of order. I don't know why, but it ruffles my feathers. Reading a series out of order is somewhere close to impaling puppies on my list of horrifying things someone could do.
I don't like reading things out of order either. But if you can't find the first book....
Speaking of reading, I've got a book calling my name.Albert: And a poem to revise.
Me:........
I'll probably be back on here sometime later today though. Bye! :)
Stephanie wrote: "I don't like reading things out of order either. But if you can't find the first book...."Yeah if I end up not being able to get it anywhere I might end up reading the second one. But hopefully I'll be able to find the first.
Shoot, I still need to write this :P
I looked at my poems for this week and they prompted me back on here for some advice... Stephanie I sent you a message :)
Yup. Saw it. And answered.
Stephanie wrote: "I have tons of books to read...."I have five on a single subject. Additionally, three fiction books, a magazine, two languages books, and one more non-fiction. That's eleven books and a magazine ... This is going to be exhausting.
Wow. Can't say I can top that. I'm "curently reading" eight books and have two other books I've promised to review. Then there's the other books I want to read on top of that. Like the one my mom bought for me that I still haven't read....
Edward wrote: "Stephanie wrote: "I have tons of books to read...."I have five on a single subject. Additionally, three fiction books, a magazine, two languages books, and one more non-fiction. That's eleven ..."
Heheh. Bet I can top it. I have about five books in my room I have to read, many on my sister-in-law's shelf I need to read, I need to work on my sci-fi book, I need to edit my fantasy book, and I have to read, summarize, and write a paper analyzing ten different articles. The majority of these things need to be done before the end of summer... *big sigh*
Oh, are we counting writing projects too? In that case....
Stephanie wrote: "Oh, are we counting writing projects too? In that case...."Ditto. I'm still working on After Dark, I have to start a rigorous fitness program, get a job, and work on a complex project with my friends.
I have to finish editing Project: Darkness, keep rewriting a query letter until it's perfect, find a job, write several papers, study for the SATs, write my novel for this month, do some church stuff, and finish at least four classes this summer.
I wrote a thousand words of nothing today. It was sad.So ... good luck to us all. Maybe we should stop distracting each other so much.
Oh for me that was just everything that has to do with reading. I also have an a**ton of vocabulary words I've got to define, make the final decision on self publishing vs traditional, and make the needed measurements. And I need to get a job, get in my fifty hours of driving so I can get my license, and probably a lot more that I can't remember. But I waste most of my time on goodreads instead of getting stuff done...heheh
Hah. I haven't even reached 1000 words yet today. Perhaps we should stop distracting each other....Oh, yes, driving. I have yet to study for my permit.
License? Permit? What nonsense is this?
Nonsense? Pfft. I get my first driving lesson on sunday, and then I can start driving! The funny part is that I got my permit like two or three weeks ago....I for one, am excited to start driving. The next step is to get a job, save money, get a car and my freedom increases tremendously.
I hate driving. Passionately. The cruelest fact of the modern world is that it is virtually impossible to establish an acceptable life without learning to drive.Guess I'll have to establish an unacceptable life.
Lol. I want to learn to drive but I don't want to have to study....
Really? Hm. Odd.Stephanie, how many questions are on the permit test where you live?
I think it's like 40 or something like that. I don't know for sure.
Here everyone says it's 46, but I think mine only had 42. How many are you allowed to miss? You can miss 8 in Cali.
Please post directly into the topic and not a link and do not use a poem previously used in this group.
Please keep your poem to LESS THAN 3,500 words long.
REMEMBER! A poem can take any size shape form.
This week’s topic is: Summer Festival
The rules are pretty loose. You could write a poem about anything that has to do with the subject. I do not care, but it must relate to the story somehow.
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