Cycle One: "Most" Nominations Cycle Two: Writing, Video Editing, Art Nominations; Roleplaying Nominations Cycle Three: Best/Worst Nominations Cycle Four: General Nominations cstar Procrastination Spoiler Procrastination It has become a bit too much, I got too much on my plate. I've got a lot of things to do, this really is not great... I have about twelve things due I have 8 halfway done, Do I want to stress myself out, or disappoint everyone. I should have done it earlier when all I did was goof. Now I'm stuck in a panic attack, This poem is the proof. In the Family Spoiler In the Family I was always told that killing is wrong, that life is sacred, that love should be strong. I took it to heart believed in it fully, showed it in believed it never once was a bully. But as I grew older the world seemed to change I couldn't control it it was out of my range. Another thing told a home propaganda my family's always right in their business and a friend or a lover it did not matter who was no more important than dirt on a shoe. Turns out my upbringing, was quite a lie, for more than a decade they were mafiosi One day they tested me, and on that one day my brother was tasked, had someone to slay. His victim they chose was my lover, my friend, Emily, she owed money which of course he did lend. I told him he couldn't my family was mad at me not my brother I found it quite sad. My father agreed if I got in the way my blood would be spilled t'was the cost to betray. I was selfish, I stayed silent and lost Emily, my love's blood was spilled I chose family. Nights Heat Spoiler Heat He gazes out the window, at the icy ground below. The flashes in the dark, reflecting on the snow. He hears the voices crying and, knowing what to do, he calms them all down just like he was taught to. Several breaths are taken, then the mask is passed. Each person holding on with each and every gasp. The floor starts to creek beneath their weary feet. He thinks about his children and not about the heat. -Nights A Sweet and Sour Thing Spoiler A Sweet and Sour Thing Dreams are nothing more than shadows knocking at the door. Our hopes and prayers thrown to despair and tossed about the floor. I can't decide what's real and what is make believe. Time is short and bitter for which all we must achieve. With each passing moment I can feel my heart beat faster. The time grows near when we must all answer to one master. The master of our fates and the master of our minds. Listen to yourself and the master you will find. For who else would control us if not for ourselves. For whom exactly is the ringing of the bells. Live life and know your ending will await. Fear not when you are brought to death's sweet gate.
cstar. I liked the one about procrastination. I can relate to that one on so many levels. The one about family was sad and told a story pretty well. It reminds me that family doesn't always mean blood and in my case it often doesn't. Great poems ^^ -Nights
