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Punk rock love!!!

i want a unique way of love
This is mainly for users that are punk sk8rs or emo
just write bout love!!!!!

Contest is Over

  • Contest was judged on January 20, 2008
  • Rewards: Gold: 300, Honorable mention: 5 people
  • Final notes:
    thank you all for entering my contest.
    It was tough to decide because everyone had excellent poems. Congrats to the winners and i would hope yall join my future contests

Contest Winners

  1. Error: Unable to find finalist item 3761674, it seems to have been deleted :( [remove]
  2. Kiss Me Deadly
    My fingers are slipping From this thing called reality
    by Temptation. 24 lines, 3 comments, on Dec 31 7:44 PM 2007. In Love, Life
    Silver trophy winner
    • Commented on by judge. [remove]
  3. Error: Unable to find finalist item 3762970, it seems to have been deleted :( [remove]
  4. Everything and Nothing
    He is my friend, My lover my guide.
    by Sorath 33 lines, 1 comment, on Jan 1 1:04 AM 2008. In Emo, Romance, Love, Suicide
    Honorable mention
    • Commented on by judge. [remove]
  5. the boy in the garage
    The night is dark the only light that is seen is the light from your garage, the sweet sound of g minor plays through the streets, I try so
    by blutearsofpain 4 lines, 2 comments, on Dec 31 7:58 PM 2007. In love, music, afar, lost, romance
    Honorable mention
    • Commented on by judge. [remove]

Entries [6]

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  • Why, Oh Why?
    Her bright glowing smile, makes me giggle for a while
    by kurtmueller 13 lines, 3 comments, on Dec 31 7:28 PM 2007
    • Commented on by judge.

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  • blutearsofpain
    December 31, 2007
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    my muse, that boy in the garage

    The night is dark the only light that is seen is the light from your garage, the sweet sound of g minor plays through the streets, I try so hard to get up the courage and walk up to the door.
    The car lights lighten the desolate sidewalks, all is quiet, and all is clam. My heart pounds, I can see you, your long hair hangs over your eyes, so into your own world, your fingers dance around the fret board. They seem to have a mind of their own but yet you are their puppet master. I sit and watch from the door and you can see me. I smile then think about all the many times I watched from afar, you never noticed me, you were always with the guys, guitar on your back and skateboard in hand, all these girls flocking to you, I wished you would notice me. There you are lost in your own world, all by yourself, so peaceful waiting, waiting for that one girl to come in and warped your arms around your waist, kiss your neck and ruffle up your hair. Eyes closed, I can see you, in your element, your a music god, the next kurt cobain , a poet with his guitar. As if you were playing to a crowd of millions of people. I watch from the doorway, my heart pounding a riff plays and your lost I smile.
    Your hair sways, the room is quiet, I watch as your push the strand of hair out of your face, your eyes so dark so deep, your music says it all, I watch your hands and put down your muse and then I see your eyes, they find mine I smile, butterflies flutter uncontrollably in my stomach, you smile and step towards me, I watch as you warp your arms around my waist and lift me off my feet. As your hold me, I know you played for me. I am your muse.


  • blutearsofpain
    December 31, 2007
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    posted in wrong place


  • Lady Nightshade
    January 3, 2008
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    goth ok?

    im a goth and im in love with a punk and just wrote something about him.Is gothic stuff ok?