I have decided to start keeping track of my contest entries that earn trophies. I was looking at my page the other day and realised I really don't remember which of my poems have won what trophies because some are from years back. So, enjoy the reading 
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she dreams of escape
her mind slips away.
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Raging stars shine down upon us,
Fiery, envious passion illuminating tangent love. -
Children run and clutch their hands
catching brand new tiny friends -
The soul cascades to oblivion…
reeling, tumbling down cobblestone steps -
If you sit for an hour or three by yourself upon the beach
The moon seems to slowly fall and the clouds seem in your reach
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We would twirl around and in a lilting voice
she would announce, “I think Tchaikovsky, tonight!” -
Have you heard the voice
Of the invisible girl19 lines, 9 comments, on Sep 23 8:32 PM
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Nothing is quite terrifying as
Shakespeare’s “mid-summer night”. -
Destinations… always unknown
in this cattle drive to mediocre fulfillment -
Hush my children do you hear the sound…
the demonic souls have begun to creep -
I.
If a tree falls in the forest -
Many a time I have stood by your side,
pasting on a mock contented smile, -
She paints the sky in pastel hues;
delicate strokes of magenta, emerald and gold -
Imprisoned within a fractured skull
she is but ivory dust eroding into oblivion.
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