beauty. proletariat
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Yay. I will enter the next one~ but wow. Great job Greg. I cant write anything but sonnets lately. ;_;
I'll be submitting one as well, even though it has no chance of winning (because I'll be biased).Yeah, sometimes the theme just doesn't click so you need to sit out! xD
I'll try enter this week but the theme is a challenge for sure!
I know, and even if I were to it would be an unfair bias.You may enter but you wont be eligible to win seeing as in you won last week.
If I enter, I'll drop as host for the judging~
Nuclear explosions in the sky
I can tell we're all going to die
Skin burning and bleeding green
Organs fall; there's my spleen
I'm still alive, yet completely dead
A dismembered arm, severed head
I crawl to water, but it's glowing
Dust and smoke are still blowing
I'm alone, but people surround me
Lifeless corpses against my eye
Choke on blood; begin to cry
Sissy baby; say goodbye
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Yeah, idk. Don't ask.
I think I understood it... because the most related colour to nuclear waste is green... so perhaps it's something to do with that?
Hmm, I fail to see how this fits with the theme of the week. Excuse me if I've missed out on something but could you explain how it might fit?
Sorry for the inconveiniance just making sure.
Yeah I wasn't sure whether it was about the actual colour or in what relation xD
But yeah that's fine.
Nuclear explosions in the sky
I can tell we're all going to die
Skin burning and bleeding green
Organs fall; there's my spleen
I'm still alive, yet completely dead
A dismembered arm, severed head
I crawl to water, but it's glowing
Dust and smoke are still blowing
I'm alone, but people surround me
Lifeless corpses against my eye
Choke on blood; begin to cry
Sissy baby; say goodbye
I just have to say, these two poems would be great mashed together... actually no...
She never knew what would happen,
with just a seed to plant,
that a garden would sprout up,
when she sang her chant.
up went the daisy and the lily
and the wild rose.
and faithfully she tended it,
and tried to help each grow.
The plants they bloomed from patience,
from joy and hope and love
that came from the gentle hands,
of the garden gloves.
those daisies grew up straight and tall,
they shined as a diamond does in the sun.
The roses and their ruby petals
grew up by the pond.
Each bright green stem and emerald vines,
were all grown with her care,
and continue to come back,
after each winter, summer, spring and autumn
throughout all the years.
Here is my entry entitled "Why Do We Yearn for It?"
Those who don't possess It
are able to give more to
those who do through jealousy.
Those who already have It
keep It from spreading to
those who don't through greed.
So why do we yearn for It?
What makes It so special?
Are we better off without It?
Sadly no, It's a sick form of structure.
We…need…structure…
Average cases bring tiaras and crowns,
while the extremes result in limelight exposure.
It appears in most of our cities and towns,
on a pedestal for the "lucky" to procure.
So why do we yearn for It?
What makes It so special?
Are we better off without It?
Sadly no, It's a sick form of structure.
We…need…structure…
Those who have obtained It
tend to not strive towards anything,
for they already have what others want.
Those without It
advance on their dreams of feeling
that feeling they yearned for so long ago.
So why do we yearn for It?
What makes It so special?
Are we better off without It?
Sadly no, It's a sick form of structure.
We…need…structure…