glass
bleeding
dead
screams
pain
crimson
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crimson part 3
With the piece of glass in my hand,
I cut myself repeatly.
I am bleeding,
the crison regrets away.
I am drowning in my blood,
but no one can hear me scream.
This pain I feel,
is more to gain more to lose.
Wishing I was dead,
because I am already dead to the world.
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Use the word bank
or wright about the pic.
the poem above is mine that I made
bleeding
dead
screams
pain
crimson
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crimson part 3
With the piece of glass in my hand,
I cut myself repeatly.
I am bleeding,
the crison regrets away.
I am drowning in my blood,
but no one can hear me scream.
This pain I feel,
is more to gain more to lose.
Wishing I was dead,
because I am already dead to the world.
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Use the word bank
or wright about the pic.
the poem above is mine that I made
Contest is Over
- Contest was judged on December 7, 2007
- Rewards: Gold: 300, Silver: 200, Bronze: 100, Honorable mention: 8 people
- Final notes: Congrats to all
Contest Winners
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There was a young girl from Dundas Who was drinking some beer from a glass• Viewed by judge. [remove]
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Crimson shards glisten with despair. Raw throat screams, “Life’s not fair.”• Commented on by judge. [remove]
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The pain in the pin that gave me a chance to feel I needed to feel alive, to feel as if I'm hereby LeanneBridgewater 15 lines, 3 comments, on Oct 18 2:18 PM 2007. In Contest, Dark, Pain, Personal, My own style, Freewrite, Depressed, Suicide
Honorable mention
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How has thee fallen?
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Holding the glass in my hand
Clenching my fist around itby Lady Australis 26 lines, 4 comments, on Oct 6 12:16 AM 2007. In Thoughts, Contest, not Personal Honorable mention
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She sits in the bathroom;
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Dead, accusing eyes stare back reflections in jagged shards of broken glassby ChildeOfChaos 5 lines, 2 comments, on Oct 23 7:08 PM 2007• Viewed by judge. [remove]
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Bronze trophy winner
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do you have to use all of the word bank?If i don't I can enter.
~OG
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no you dont have to use all the words
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"With the piece of glass in my hand,
I cut myself repeatly."
how cliche can u get? its horrible.
& what anonymous was TRYING to say is you spelt write wrong. its not WRIGHT as you spelt in reply to her comment and in the contest itself.
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Wahoooooooooooooooooooo! Thanks for the gold, and more so for the inspiration to write!
Congrats to everyone.
Write on!
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Thanks for the bronze. Glad you have a sense of humour.
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