Orignally this was for my favorites and the people who have me on their's but I wasn't getting enough pieces so it's OPEN TO EVERYBODY.
Requirements:
-left align.
-free verse and prose only.
-option in AN.
-dazzle me, honey.
Prompts:
-Write a poem using at least nine of these words:
gutter
black-out
fog machine
rabbit
cobweb
scissors
motel
chain-link fence
amatory
bone marrow
summit
dome
snarled
ivy
cardinal
bruised
ferris-wheel
capsized
lantern
serpentine
power-cat
libertine
windowsill
jam jar
-Be inspired by a quote. DO NOT USE ANY PART OF THE QUOTE IN YOUR PIECE.
"Every time I look at you I get a fierce desire to be lonesome." -Oscar Levant
"She was the still point of the turning world, man." -The Virgin Suicides
"What lingered after them was not life, which always overcomes natural death, but the most trivial list of mundane facts: a clock ticking on a wall, a room dim at noon, and the outrageousness of a human being thinking only of herself." -The Virgin Suicides
"... calling them out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time, alone in suicide, which is deeper than death, and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together." -The Virgin Suicides
"Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt." -Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
"The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history." -The Potrait of Dorian Gray
"I don't know what to do anymore. Except maybe die." -Rebel Without a Cause
"I would like to write about nicer things or fiction but we shouldn't avoid reality should we? The things I have just written are the truth. They are very hard to write about. I am lonely. Forgive me. I am lonely." -James Dean
"Paranoia is just a kind of awareness, and awareness is just a form of love." -Charles Manson
"The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence." -The Bell Jar
"To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is the bad dream." -The Bell Jar
"I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart: I am, I am, I am." -The Bell Jar
"The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over." -Hunter S. Thompson
-Write a letter, and no I'm not going to be super lame and ask you to write me a letter. Instead, write a letter to yourself at three different ages. It doesn't matter what ages just as long as they are significant enough to be involved in this piece.
-Recently, I was given this prompt for new born's contest: write about an object or landmark that is extremely important to you. talk about the object like it's a person. bury me in metaphor. And I think I should share it :]]]
-Ever smell something that stirs a memory? I'd prefer interesting combinations such as: the smell of pine needles reminds you of pissing in the woods at that one bon-fire. I don't know, something strange. Nothing like, the smell of Blacks remind me of him and how we were in love but he couldn't understand my pain and therefore broke my heart even though we're still together. Blah.
-Names. I want the stories behind them in free-verse/prose form. Maybe write about it in third person, give it some texture. And I don't mean you're real name silly, I mean your username.
If I think of more prompts, I'll post them. I'll add HMs at the end of this contest, when I'm going to judge everything. By the way, I may or may not comment so don't expect anything.
rattle these bones.
Requirements:
-left align.
-free verse and prose only.
-option in AN.
-dazzle me, honey.
Prompts:
-Write a poem using at least nine of these words:
gutter
black-out
fog machine
rabbit
cobweb
scissors
motel
chain-link fence
amatory
bone marrow
summit
dome
snarled
ivy
cardinal
bruised
ferris-wheel
capsized
lantern
serpentine
power-cat
libertine
windowsill
jam jar
-Be inspired by a quote. DO NOT USE ANY PART OF THE QUOTE IN YOUR PIECE.
"Every time I look at you I get a fierce desire to be lonesome." -Oscar Levant
"She was the still point of the turning world, man." -The Virgin Suicides
"What lingered after them was not life, which always overcomes natural death, but the most trivial list of mundane facts: a clock ticking on a wall, a room dim at noon, and the outrageousness of a human being thinking only of herself." -The Virgin Suicides
"... calling them out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time, alone in suicide, which is deeper than death, and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together." -The Virgin Suicides
"Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt." -Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
"The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history." -The Potrait of Dorian Gray
"I don't know what to do anymore. Except maybe die." -Rebel Without a Cause
"I would like to write about nicer things or fiction but we shouldn't avoid reality should we? The things I have just written are the truth. They are very hard to write about. I am lonely. Forgive me. I am lonely." -James Dean
"Paranoia is just a kind of awareness, and awareness is just a form of love." -Charles Manson
"The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence." -The Bell Jar
"To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is the bad dream." -The Bell Jar
"I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart: I am, I am, I am." -The Bell Jar
"The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over." -Hunter S. Thompson
-Write a letter, and no I'm not going to be super lame and ask you to write me a letter. Instead, write a letter to yourself at three different ages. It doesn't matter what ages just as long as they are significant enough to be involved in this piece.
-Recently, I was given this prompt for new born's contest: write about an object or landmark that is extremely important to you. talk about the object like it's a person. bury me in metaphor. And I think I should share it :]]]
-Ever smell something that stirs a memory? I'd prefer interesting combinations such as: the smell of pine needles reminds you of pissing in the woods at that one bon-fire. I don't know, something strange. Nothing like, the smell of Blacks remind me of him and how we were in love but he couldn't understand my pain and therefore broke my heart even though we're still together. Blah.
-Names. I want the stories behind them in free-verse/prose form. Maybe write about it in third person, give it some texture. And I don't mean you're real name silly, I mean your username.
If I think of more prompts, I'll post them. I'll add HMs at the end of this contest, when I'm going to judge everything. By the way, I may or may not comment so don't expect anything.
rattle these bones.
Contest is Over
- Contest was judged on September 8
- Rewards: Gold: 1000, Silver: 500, Bronze: 250, Honorable mention: 2 people
- Final notes: thanks for entering. love and all that jazz.
Contest Winners
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She was
like going through• Commented on by judge. [remove] - Error: Unable to find finalist item 5668423, it seems to have been deleted :( [remove]
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In the magic of summer evenings
day dissolved into her voice—• Commented on by judge. [remove] -
Hello darling,
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Gold trophy winner
Bronze trophy winner
Honorable mention
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I liked you until you became mediocre
running with the mediocre mobby ea 12 lines, 2 comments, on Jul 6 4:56 AM• Not viewed by judge. -
I remember yelling, stealing all the oxygen from the world, running away from home, just because I could.by Candy Morphine 98 lines, 6 comments, on Jul 6 6:08 AM• Commented on by judge.
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by PaintedParisPassion 26 lines, 6 comments, on Jul 7 1:12 AM. In noguest• Commented on by judge.
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some things are better left unsaid.
others aren't.by x.digital.love.x 9 lines, 1 comment, on Jul 8 11:44 PM• Commented on by judge. -
plant white lillies on my grave and wish me the best of luck.by x.digital.love.x 13 lines, 1 comment, on Jul 9 10:36 PM• Commented on by judge.
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blisters oozed as sun drained
parched from the days a floatby AngelBellerose 31 lines, 22 comments, on Aug 8 9:39 AM. In Fantasy, Humor, Weird, Noguest, My own style, Goodbyes• Commented on by judge. -
He broke my thoughts with patronizing sighs.
I always wanted to tell him how much I hated his eyes.by corrupt angel 24 lines, 2 comments, on Aug 16 11:35 PM• Commented on by judge. -
There's an old motel down there
And even though no one believes in haunted housesby Tinselpool 27 lines, 4 comments, on Aug 16 11:39 PM. In Haunted House, Creepy, Dark, Ficiton, Weird, Contest• Commented on by judge. -
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hehe you did a contest!
i will slay anyone who breaks my mum's rules!! >
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hahaha. yeah, despite our conversation, I thought I should give it a whirl anyway. plus, I was feeling saucy. [wayne's world quote!]
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made for her pleasure... ewwwwwwwwww
FAVORITE quote ever! when i was 10 i used to rewind and laugh my ass off over and over again lol OH and
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hahaha and the part about how they won't do any promotions but they mention all of these different products subtly. hahaha and the foxy lady pelvic thrust dance. brilliant.
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i love the fox ears as well hehe
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ssssssssssssssssssssswing.
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what?
exactly.
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Hmmm... feeling saucy I see.
I'll see what I can do; by the way - Depp as Dillinger. 
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I know! he was incredible! and I loved the ending with the Clark Gable film. it was just stunning. even though the movie was a tad bit inaccurate, it didn't matter because the film was that amazing. I hope Johnny gets some oscar buzz. he deserves one after all of these years of stellar work.
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great prompts
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enter as much as I want?
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yepp.
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Well, never mind... I'm not on your favorites. The Top is a great album though, so obviously you have good taste... Maybe next time be a bit more inclusive?
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I've opened this contest to everybody so if you want to enter go for it :]
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what a plethora of quality prompts!
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, something strange. Nothing like, the smell of Blacks remind me of him and how we were in love but he couldn't understand my pain and therefore broke my heart even though we're still together. Blah.--------
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I was going to enter this ... I missed it, damnit
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I've reopened it :]]]]
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I already wrote my piece to this as a stand alone poem though
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