LOTM for October!

[Shenandoah]

Here it goes again! Another contest by yours truly, Shenandoah(Apathy). I would really like to see a big turn-out for this month's contest. I wish the best of luck to all of you.

This month's theme is..!

I want to see how diverse the Dodian community can go. I would like to see many various types/genres, and a lot of variety.

Prize: Custom User-Title, and the Literary of the Month Rank.

The rules are as followed..

1) No ripping at all! If we even suspect you of ripping, we will check.

2) No voting for yourself, or using various accounts to vote either. We CAN check IP's.

3) This thread is open only for players to submit their works, and nothing more.

4) Any questions regarding this contest, or in general, ask me /via PM.

5) Length does not matter. I'm looking for originality, and style.

6) Only 1 entry per player.

7) All submissions are due on November 6, 2009, at 12:00 AM American Central Time.

Have fun!

(Thanks Freewebs.com for the image of Freestyle.)

[XX aelita XX]

Light
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The light always refrains of a fright,
The sparking power shines so bright,
Away from the dark; death and hate,
To compell this light, is the luck of fate.

We can see the light as we travel around,
An eclipse in hatrid, light and dark, a compound,
I am sure in this darkness we will endeavour,
Because nothing can stop us from lasting forever.

An eclipse can take this light to shine,
With this light and this dark, we combine,
Hero, villain, It's not my fight,
Because what seperates us all, is light.

Why does the light attack all the dark?
How does the dark leave a deadly, horrid mark?
Why does our misery bring upon this dark day?
The fight must go on, continue, I pray.

[Nottz]

"Short Time: Long Journey"

It was only a short time ago,
That we became what we are today,
Happier words were never said,
And those words, in my heart stay.

I was the soundtrack of your summer,
And you the laughter of my life,
The late night calls, the flirty chats,
Were jubilant and rife.

We came together on a whim,
In the hope it would work, and then,
We got closer and closer with every date,
And now I'm happier than I've ever been.

One day I hope the world will know,
What it means to care for others,
Like the way that you and I,
Have cared for one another.

It was only a short time ago,
But we're still that way today,
Happier words, said again and again,
Forever in my heart will stay.

[Guthan]

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
This poem is intricate,
Unlike you.

Time is fast,
The populace is slow,
Stay still,
Or take the time to go.

I hope you misunderstand,
I hope you are confused,
I hope you are questioning,
Your morales and views.

This poem is over,
This poem is done,
Go get a beating,
Because you are no fun.

[Wiz]

Originally Posted by Guthan

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
This poem is intricate,
Unlike you.

Time is fast,
The populace is slow,
Stay still,
Or take the time to go.

I hope you misunderstand,
I hope you are confused,
I hope you are questioning,
Your morales and views.

This poem is over,
This poem is done,
Go get a beating,
Because you are no fun.

A+ poem would read again.

Aelita's a faggot
This is true
Aelita's a nigger
this is true too

What there is to say about our good ole Aelitayay
Is nothing good I'm afraid
He's a cheater

A wife beater
A manwhore
A cankerous sore
A total and complete bore

Some say he's funny
Some say he's not
I say he's a complete fucking idiot
And his friends should just shut the fuck up

What Aelita is is nothing compared
To the fact that no one really cares
About how or why he even exists
He's only here to drink yak piss

So my hats off to you my good sir
You are the topic of this little ditty right hurr
You are the inspiration for faggots to come
You are just plain fucking dumb

So be off with you
You treacherous faggot swine
If I ever see you in real life
I'll cut you in front of a line

So be off with you faggot sir
This poem is about you and you only
You cumguzzling ********inging bouffononli

I do not care if you get mad at this
I do not care if you delete this
I do not care if you spare not one damn or ****
but in knowing this, you are a duck

But know the truth, you must
You sir
Are a
Faggot
And need to get off of this bus

The End.

EDIT BY NOTTZ: Sorry; I'm drawing the line.

[Mutilate]

I swear that if you saw the scared look on my fat little dog’s face, you’d be a little bit cracked up, and a little bit worried. The stupid, fat, tri-colored Basset Hound was just sitting there barking at me and looking all around. It was dark, so maybe he was just scared of the dark. Then when I walked in myself, I felt like there was something else here. Not my mom, not my dad, or my two brothers. But something else. An otherworldly presence. But I shrugged it off and showered. I mean, we got rid of the ghosts months ago.

Chapter 1:
I know that you all think that I'm some kind of nerd, weak little ol' wimp who's scared of anything that moves. But you’re wrong. You might also think that I'm the star captain of the football team. I have a million girlfriends. BLAH BLAH BLAH. I'm just a regular thirteen year old kid. Well, I was a regular 13 year old kid. There was something happening in my house a couple months ago that nobody would really call normal. It all started a couple months ago on a dark windy night. I got home from lacrosse practice and showered. Suddenly, the water turned off right in the middle of the shower. Standing there, confused and cold from the draft coming through the door, I wondered what the hell happened. Suddenly the water from the shower back on. But it came down with a waterfall of power. It shattered the tile in my bathroom and the noise was deafeningly loud, like a banshee screaming and yelling for help. Then it slowly faded away. I can’t believe that nobody else heard it but me. Only semi-clean. I ran naked into my parent’s bathroom, grabbed a towel, and dried off. When I went back into my room, it was a freak show. The fan was on, the bed was unmade. My beanbag chair had been moved. And my dresser drawers were opening and closing by themselves? What the hell??? I ran out of the room in a panic and was stopped at the top of the stairs. Not by a person, or by a thing. I was stopped by my own mind. My brain told me to explore, but my body told me to run. I had to run. I ran down the stairs and was stopped again halfway down. But now it wasn’t my brain. It was something else’s brain. Suddenly, I began to twitch and shake. Then, my spazzing body hit the ground and I was having a seizure. What the hell just happened?

As I lay on the steps shaking and twisting, my squirming body started levitating off of the carpet of the stairs. I felt my skin start to unravel from my body like a pealed potato. I levitated to a standing position, with coils of skin still slowly, but not painfully, unraveling onto the floor behind me. As I lay face up nearly a foot off the ground, i started moving forward, down the steps. As I rounded the corner to where you could see the downstairs hallway, there wasn't a downstairs hallway. It was a graveyard. But there weren't tombstones in it. There were floating symbols. Marks of something strange. Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me in the untrimmed, itchy grass. There wasn't a person, just footprints. They stopped right in front of me. and a person started to take form. "Welcome Zachary. I've been expecting your arrival." "I am a fallen spirit. If you don't know what is, which i know you don't, then come take a walk with me." He said in a nice pleasant man's voice. Scared to death, I started running, hoping my experience running track would take me somewhere. " NO RUNNING!" The man now screaming with a voice that sounded like a mix in between a banshee and a ghost. He wasn't a man. "Let me explain something. fallen spirits are people with too many impurities to be resolved and peaceful after death. Some are normal, and some are powerful. Some only posses a small amount of power, like teleportation and the power to posses a person. Other's are more powerful. Like me, I can make you shake, make you see things, make you hear things. These symbols you see here mark what each person did and how powerful they are. Each time of year, or every couple of months, a certain amount are freed to wreck havoc on unsuspecting souls." Explaining in his nice simple tone. " Then why am I here?" I asked with a frightened and scared tone and expression. " Did you hear the part about unsuspecting souls?" He laughed in a psychotic voice. " I can make you imagine. I can make you see. I can make you think. I can make you do. I can make nobody else know that its happening." RING! My alarm clock rang 9:11 AM, but i never set my alarm clock.

Chapter 3:

Things went in a pretty normal fashion for a couple of weeks. Then every night in April I would wake up at the same time. 7:06 AM sharp. It wasn’t that big of a deal because I had to get up at 7:30 for school, but it still kind of creeped me out. Anyways, one Sunday, my best buddy, the “Fallen Spirit” game for a visit. “Have you unearthed my true form, mortal?” He asked, bringing me to his graveyard. “No, but was I supposed to?” I kind of freaked out. “I see. I’ll give you a hint. I’m a messenger of the great one.” “God?” I was kind of puzzled when he said that.
“No, the other great one.”
“Satan?”
“Smart boy”
“So then you’re the grim reaper?”
“Ha ha, nobody has called me the reaper for almost two thousand years! My real name is-” Just then, the graveyard seamed to shake and lower itself into the earth. The tombstones and where we were standing. We slowly sank into the earth and we descended into hell. “Follow me” the reaper rasped in his true voice. I guess he couldn’t change himself or disguise himself with the feeling. The voice was a dark voice much like Batman’s low and raspy, but with a distinct yell to it. I followed him along a path, a path that the tombstones made. We walked for around ten minutes that until we reached a gate that seamed to stretch up all the way into heaven. “This…is the gate of hell” the reaper said with enthusiasm.

MORE COMING SOON!

[SupahShadow]

West O


I was chillin' wit' my friends at Starbucks,
'bout how my life sucks.
My mom only gave me a twenty,
Usually my wallet is phat and plenty.
Wait ... did guns just get fired?
No, my mom's Lexus just backfired.

[live support]

Well I was Lookin' for a bus seat, which one's free -
a really hot girl or a cute baby?

Too bad i didn't see the foot in my way,
cuz now i gotta sit by a bitch. Hooray.

B-U-S-S-E-A-T that spells bus seat.
Just lookin' for a bus seat, baby.

Saw there fees on the bus schedule
I was so happy that started goin' rectal.

Now instead of ridin' fly and lookin' phat,
I gotta sit by Marian and bob, her cat.
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ye.

[Kreepy]

Kreepy

I wanted you back,
You pushed me away,
My heart has a crack,
Life turning to grey.

You brush me off,
As if I wasn’t there,
You begin scoff,
Do you even care?

I still keep hope,
That you will be mine,
Beginning to mope,
Like a pathetic swine.

It’s been two years today,
Since you turned my life to grey,
Washing my life with dark and black,
The witch you are, you deserve a plaque.

Do you like me? Yes or no?
Does this disturb my poems flow?
To ask you a question,
In which I won’t enjoy,
Will it bring me some joy?

Your answer had sent to me,
To a place where one wouldn’t want to be,
Depression, Oh Lord,
Dare I plea?

This is my background, don’t you see?
The reason why I’ve become a Literary?
Here is my final saying,
Hello, my name is Kreepy.

[briese]

Hands

When two hands reach down to save me from myself
They ignore the fact that they live on my shelf
I'll pull them down when my need is dire
But generally I prefer to live with the fire
Though sometimes when I get in over my head
The hands choose not to leave me for dead
They pick me up and then bring me home
When I trust in the hands, I am never alone
Though I often leave the hands to gather dust
When I am in need, it's in the hands I trust
I know where I'm going from my last resting place
Because thanks to the hands, I am saved by grace
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Hey look, guys! It's a Jesus metaphor!