Under The Sun Every Day Just Comes & Goes discussion

I was thinking about trying a one week long contest. Seven days to enter and seven days to vote. So if you like the idea post an entry! If not I'll just delete it at the end of the seven days. No theme for now.

Juicy Robot Dinosaurs

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To what have I succumb
My body is so numb
I know not from where it comes
The blood slides down my thumbs
The blood is not my own
I cut her neck deep
Down to the bone
Through my shirt blood seeps
I don’t what happened
When my vision blackened
I just wanted to feel her hair
Didn’t want to hurt her I swear
But before I knew it
In my hand was a knife
And her throat I slit
I took her life
The demons in my head
Laughed at my control
And mocked the dead
They blacken my soul
I wipe the tears
From my wet eyes
On my face the blood smears
I look to the skies
This woman isn’t the first
To die because of their thirst
These voices of torment
Whose anger I vent
Rip apart my mind
Tell me I’m their kind
I try to resist
But the agony
When they twist
My thoughts
I just want to feel at ease
But their twisting knots
Deny me peace (hide spoiler)]

By the way this a Writing and Poetry contest so enter either.

I shall be joining!

great!

Well you only have three more days!!!

Four counting today...

Wait...

A few more days...

...Crap!

Bars of Solitude.

Trapped behind the bars of solitude,
You grip the bars ith cracked and crackng hands,
Looking out on the world from the confines of your tangled iron cage,
Cracked parched lips move in an echo of sound,
Deafening silence a comfort in your hell of sound,
Angry shouts and violent screams your constant companion,
Ghosts of a past long lost haunting from behind your sunken eyelids,
Trapped in your cage of solitude you wish that things could change,
Begging the darkness to release you,
Just wanting this hell to end.

24 hours people!

...double crap!

Someone give me a topic!

Greed?

I'm sorry people I was wrong. You still have 23 hours to make an entry.

When

When You are sad,
I will kiss your pearls away,
As they fall from your ethereal eyes,
I will enchant your mind with joy

When You are happy,
I will celebrate the moments,
As they punctuate the peaks that your heart will soar over,
I will enlighten your being.

When You are frightened,
I will be there to help you endure the pain,
As it envelops your sublime frame,
I will love you more as each second drifts by.

Phew. I still have eight hours to edit.

Better Hurry!

I'm putting it up right now, but i'm on my phone so I hope out works out.

Me too because I'm closing it in a few minutes...

Enough

With grey streaks threatening his carefully composed strands, he waits, arms clasped.

The man sighs and sits back, supporting his belly, convinced.

"I'll do it," He agrees, signing the paper.

Before he can dot his last i, a bullet breaks the glass and lands in his head.

Henry cries for help, perfectly shocked.

Hours later he returns to his lavish mansion, where another man awaits him.

"You got blood on my suit, stupid boy," Henry snaps, boxing his son's ear.

"Sorry, Dad, the guy had a lot of blood." The son doesn't sound sorry at all. "Did it transfer?"

"Yes. Making it 176 million dollars."

"Are we done yet? I'm sick of shooting rich fat white guys."

"Almost," Henry promises.

But he promises that every time.

He retreats upstairs to change his bloodied suit, flipping on the news of the mysterious assassination of the day. He opens his laptop and stares at the current balance for hours.

He's promised for almost eight years now.

But no matter how much money he has or how many he's killed--

He's a typical American.

And it will never
Be
Enough.

Bam. Twenty five minutes to spare.

Name?

Right. There you go.

Cool.

10 minutes!!!!

4 More to GO!!!!

Actually, it's over, now.

I know I've been getting the poll up waiting for it to let me vote but for what ever reason it won't let me.... so I changed the date!