Title has nothing to do with the contest, I just thought it sounded cool.
I was listening to Paramore (Thanks Sophie for getting me into them btw), and one of the lines in Misery Business made me think.
"Once a whore you're nothing more"
I have never been a normal teenager, and I know several prostitutes and ex-prostitutes.
So onto the reason for this contest;
I would like you to write a poem on prostitution. I don't want glammed up wanna-be barbie dolls or drug fucked sluts.
Give me something real. Something honest. If you're not sure you can do it well, don't do it.
I will DQ if you give me a piece telling me how they're the skum of the earth, and then I'll rip you a new face.
No rhyme
One entry
No erotica
No religion
Under 40 lines
Metaphor and spell check are your friends
GO
Edit: For those who have not entered yet, I do not want pieces on how bad their lives have been and how it's the worst thing in the world. And I especially do not want references to drugs. Not all prosititutes are drug users. Stop being so narrow minded. Thanks guys
I was listening to Paramore (Thanks Sophie for getting me into them btw), and one of the lines in Misery Business made me think.
"Once a whore you're nothing more"
I have never been a normal teenager, and I know several prostitutes and ex-prostitutes.
So onto the reason for this contest;
I would like you to write a poem on prostitution. I don't want glammed up wanna-be barbie dolls or drug fucked sluts.
Give me something real. Something honest. If you're not sure you can do it well, don't do it.
I will DQ if you give me a piece telling me how they're the skum of the earth, and then I'll rip you a new face.
No rhyme
One entry
No erotica
No religion
Under 40 lines
Metaphor and spell check are your friends
GO
Edit: For those who have not entered yet, I do not want pieces on how bad their lives have been and how it's the worst thing in the world. And I especially do not want references to drugs. Not all prosititutes are drug users. Stop being so narrow minded. Thanks guys
Contest is Over
- Contest was judged on August 26, 2007
- Rewards: Gold: 300, Silver: 200, Bronze: 100
- Final notes: Thank you guys, I got some really interesting entries. It's always fun to see what other people think of things like this. Check out the winners, they're awesome.
'Til next time.
Contest Winners
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Skipping sincerities,
It's all about the fantasy.• Commented on by judge. [remove] -
by Rose Dark Thorn 43 lines, 6 comments, on Aug 24 11:00 AM 2007. In Love, Thoughts, Life, Pain, Spiritual, Message, Prostitution, noguest
Bronze trophy winner
• Commented on by judge. [remove]
Gold trophy winner
Silver trophy winner
Entries [11]
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A rental scheme
They wait to be hired• Commented on by judge. Prewrite -
Standing on a corner, or lurking in an alley. Waiting for the nextby edit my world. 14 lines, 3 comments, on Aug 19 11:38 PM 2007• Commented on by judge.
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Princess:
Sweaty palms and tired eyes are illuminated through the roomby Doug Cundall 38 lines, 5 comments, on Jan 30 8:27 PM 2006. In Dark• Commented on by judge. Prewrite -
Made for dancing somehow Took to the eastend chinatownby seaofstarsjuice 48 lines, 5 comments, on Aug 20 1:02 AM 2007• Commented on by judge.
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I guess you could call me a princess.
Though he’d rather call me a slag.
by Erotic Dreams 25 lines, 3 comments, on Aug 20 2:42 AM 2007• Commented on by judge.
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The Ruined Maid
by Thomas Hardy
“O ‘Melia, my dear, this does everything crown!
Who could have supposed I should meet you in Town?
And whence such fair garments, such prosperi-ty?”—
“O didn’t you know I’d been ruined?” said she.
—”You left us in tatters, without shoes or socks,
Tired of digging potatoes, and spudding up docks;
And now you’ve gay bracelets and bright feathers three!”—
“Yes: that’s how we dress when we’re ruined,” said she.
—”At home in the barton you said ‘thee’ and ‘thou,’
And ‘thik oon,’ and ‘theäs oon,’ and ‘t’other’; but now
Your talking quite fits ‘ee for high compa-ny!”—
“Some polish is gained with one’s ruin,” said she.
—”Your hands were like paws then, your face blue and bleak
But now I’m bewitched by your delicate cheek,
And your little gloves fit as on any la-dy!”—
“We never do work when we’re ruined,” said she.
—”You used to call home-life a hag-ridden dream,
And you’d sigh, and you’d sock; but at present you seem
To know not of megrims or melancho-ly!”—
“True. One’s pretty lively when ruined,” said she.
“—I wish I had feathers, a fine sweeping gown,
And a delicate face, and could strut about Town!”—
“My dear—a raw country girl, such as you be,
Cannot quite expect that. You ain’t ruined,” said she.
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Beautiful, thank you very much
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"I was listening to Paramore (Thanks Sophie for getting me into them btw)"
Haha!
Sowweee
ILY babes.
miss you
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Thank you for bronze.
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Oh wow,
Thank you for gold. That means a lot to me. :]
<3
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