Isn't there some way to make this better??

Battles
By: The Spill Canvas

Cursed by my imagination-teeming with echoes of situations
I do not feel well pressed beneath this spell
Polishing my social skills with one more drink and two more pills
I do not feel good, I thought by now I would-but then again..

It’s like one thousand paper cuts soaked in vinegar
Like the battles with yourself that leave you insecure
It’s all just a numbing charade until the day you finally wake up and you’re not afraid

Bound by my own disposition-the endless hunt to find fruition
I’m insatiable even if my cup is full
My sore throats are now routine-gotta write those songs and make ‘em scream
They’re insatiable, even if their ears are full-but then again...

















But then again this is another contest, were I, the insane person begging for your amazing poetry, and you, hopefully not living a starving artist life, play your heart out for me in your words. I could also be called a critic.

Rules, Before You Know About My Contest

1. You can use any form of poetry you want.
2. You can swear.
3. Even though you can swear dont say fuck or shit every other word.
4. Have fun, but not too much fun.
5. Be serious.



Contest:

Everything isn't always as it seems. You can be so pretty handsome akward one minute and yet you're burying yourself alive on the inside. (yay the used reference.) You can be so happy on the outside, but feel lower than shit on the inside. Or you can look like you're numb on the outside, and yet you're dying to feel nothing on the inside.

What am I babbling on about? This is your contest. I want to know all the cliches that you are. Are you a hypocrite? Are you fake? or Are you just trying to seem like you're ok?

Tell me about it. Because what you're feeling is normal.


So please do your best, its only reality.



Polygraph, Right Now
By: The Spill Canvas

Fate is an elegant, cold-hearted whore
She loves salting my wounds
Yes, she enjoys nothing more
I bleed confidence from deep within my guts now
I'm the king of this pity party with my jewel encrusted crown

I wanna tear apart your room
to see if what you say is true
Darling don't you lie, lie to me
I wanna break into your heart
to see why you want us apart
Oh, I'm scared to death to find out what you think of me

Fate is an elegant, cold-hearted whore
She loves salting my wounds
Yes, she enjoys nothing more
I bleed confidence from deep within my guts now
I'm the king of this pity party with my jewel encrusted crown

According to you we don't click,
that's a blatant lie and you know it
Angel, what are you hiding from me?
If there is truly another secret lunch-break,
working late lover
then I would die, but at least then I'd be free

Fate is an elegant, cold-hearted whore
She loves salting my wounds
Yes, she enjoys nothing more
I bleed confidence from deep within my guts now
I'm the king of this pity party with my jewel encrusted crown

Fate is an elegant, cold-hearted whore
She loves salting my wounds
Yes, she enjoys nothing more
I bleed confidence from deep within my guts now
I'm the king of this pity party with my jewel encrusted crown

Fate is an elegant, cold-hearted whore
She loves salting my wounds
Yes, she enjoys nothing more
I bleed confidence from deep within my guts now
I'm the king of this pity party with my jewel encrusted crown





Thanks,
Sara
Forgot2Breathe