Any of you?

[Dylflon]

Er...

Interesting development. I submitted a poem I wrote for grade 10 english into a poetry contest a while back.


Now I'm up for Poet of the Year. This confuses me. I'm also now published in 3 books.

The only problem is that those cheap skates won't pay for my plane trip to Orlando for the ceremony. Even if I was sure to win I couldn't afford to fly there.

But I'm honored to be nominated. I shall share with you the poem. It's about teen suicide.

Dark Eyes
By: Dylan Innes


Nervous silence,
Shaky hands,
Blue Pills,
Dark eyes.


Dry mouth,
Forced swallow,
Uneasy feeling,
Dark eyes.


Mind racing,
Cold sweat,
Spinning room,
Dark eyes.


Pounding head,
Distorted vision,
Numb skin,
Dark eyes.


Heart pounding,
Silent screaming,
Blank stare,
Dark eyes.

[DimHalo]

yeah, i submitted a poem that I wrote in 9th grade and it is published and I have been offered for that Poetry of the Year thing too...can't afford it though...

good poem

[Dylflon]

Yeah. That poetry awards things sounds like a huge scam to me. Theym ake money by telling you your poem has been published then relatives buy the poetry books, We're dealing with some evil marketing geniuses here.

[Kitana85]

Awsome poems everyone... I love all the imagry.

Some of the poetry award things are real-usually the ones sponsered by colleges and universities (I was in a community college anthology of high school students a few times.)
Congoes to everyone, espeially you guys who were in legitamate books! keep em coming!

[Perfect Stu]

It Lives, It Waits
-MR, freeverse

Anybody here feel the electricity in the air?
I sense it
Anybody here feel the loneliness within?
I live it
I haven’t got the guts to leave or the determination to stay
Ask yourself ‘what is hell’
I couldn’t see life any other way
Look at the mirror, see your eyes
Does it scare you?
You may never be the same again
Does it faze you?
Hide for now, deal with it later
It can wait
Don’t give in, don’t feed your desires
They can wait
Bury it all in your list of memories
Hear it cry
Convince yourself it’s all over
C’mon…try
Starve the thoughts that once ate YOU up
Challenge the irony
Dig the grave
Cast the stone
Toss it all away
Look in the mirror, now
You’re no longer scared?
Good
You’ve hidden
You didn’t give in
You’re convinced you’ve conquered the pain
So sit back
Ease your worries
Soak up the sun
Don’t get too comfortable, though
Deep within, we all know it’s still there
It lives…
It waits.

[Canyarion]

Mine:

Everywhere I look,
Butterflies.
Everywhere I smell,
Flowers.
Everywhere I hear,
Music.
Everywhere I dream,
You...