sorry for the note here in the beginning, but you should know that i woke up and i was finishing writing this, its very creppy, because it wasnt in my handwriting. anyways, here we go
Let’s go and go till nothing of this appalling past remains. Till nothing but the promise and hope that we can create for ourselves a better future than any proclaimed god could ever even begin to conceive.
The addiction of the modern pop culture society can no longer govern and alter the state of mind of the future generations of our people. The reason no one has done anything wrong is because frankly, no one has done much of anything in the first place.
Chaos has a way of releasing everything locked away in the lost nothingness. The way of life is nothing but a mystery locked in a conundrum, rolled up in an enigma. So it should be ignored.
Power is what is taken, and with it I plan your destruction…your downfall from glory. To the plateau of nothingness you will go, and where you will remain, until the sanity I have so willingly lost finds it’s way back to its creator.
Images of death and destruction plague my dreams, but no, not plagued. Have blessed, yes I say blessed my dreams to a point from which I wish to never wake. The willing participant of the devouring of souls must be me above all others. Until the end of time my regenerating, undying power will reign supreme.
For now, I bide my time, till an inevitable chance comes for me to rise, for a chance for fate to intervene. Tell me your dreams, your wishes, your desires and wants and needs. So I may twist them to my design. Till nothing remains but the final blow, for you’re to take the blade I have so willingly outstretched to give you.
The ideals I have undoubtedly stolen and corrupted can be returned, but can never be whole again. Your welcome.
A contest entry
- ~~~QUEST FOR POWER 3(Round 1)~~~ by phoenixonfire.
300 points, ended January 15, 2007, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Will You be My Darien.................Or my Tuxedo mask? by bloved.
750 points, ended May 5, 2007, 6 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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What an incredible write after reading your last poem. You don't have a 666 birthmark on your butt do you ?? An interesting intellect that shows a dark side and hint of evil from what I have read so far, but looking more opaque because of the quantity of darkness. Very absorbing and there is definately a better developed talent in amongst all that darkness.
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Twisted but good
This is a very twisted and dark , but at the same time it is very honest. It left me speechless and emotionaly drained. I had to read it twice because each time I read it over i learned something new.
The only thing I ask is for you to put the opition you choose in your arthors box or send me a message.
Other than that great write and thanks for entering
**Bloved**
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Thank you!!!
U have left me speechless!!! Bt right now i am keeping all my feelings of the poem to myself!!! Now i am gonna make a few suggestions like 4 all...
1) that u shud put that note on the top and the seeker of the power thingy in the note box which is i think the last box on the edit page..its called authorn notes or sth!!! U can look at the other poem to see what i mean!!!
2) Try converting the poem into a poetic stylelike what I mean is :
Let us stop waiting for someone to save us and for once save ourselves. Let’s go and go till nothing of this appalling past remains. Till nothing but the promise and hope that we can create for ourselves a better future than any proclaimed god could ever even begin to conceive.
We are more than what we consume, desire is not an occupation. The addiction of the modern pop culture society can no longer govern and alter the state of mind of the future generations of our people. The reason no one has done anything wrong is because frankly, no one has done much of anything in the first place.
Chaos has a way of releasing everything locked away in the lost nothingness. The way of life is nothing but a mystery locked in a conundrum, rolled up in an enigma. So it should be ignored.
Power is what is taken, and with it I plan your destruction…your downfall from glory. To the plateau of nothingness you will go, and where you will remain, until the sanity I have so willingly lost finds it’s way back to its creator.
Images of death and destruction plague my dreams, but no, not plagued. Have blessed, yes I say blessed my dreams to a point from which I wish to never wake. The willing participant of the devouring of souls must be me above all others. Until the end of time my regenerating, undying power will reign supreme.
For now, I bide my time, till an inevitable chance comes for me to rise, for a chance for fate to intervene. Tell me your dreams, your wishes, your desires and wants and needs. So I may twist them to my design. Till nothing remains but the final blow, for you’re to take the blade I have so willingly outstretched to give you.
The ideals I have undoubtedly stolen and corrupted can be returned, but can never be whole again. Your welcome.
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Let us stop waiting
for someone to save us
and for once
save ourselves.
Let’s go and go
till nothing
of this appalling
past remains.
Till nothing
but the promise and hope
that we can create for ourselves
a better future
than any proclaimed god
could ever even begin to conceive.
We are more
than what we consume,
desire is not an occupation.
and so on....
This puts more impact to ur poem!!!!
Rest is good luck to u and come back to me when u change the style or whatever.!!!
I am nt judging any poem nw and only after contest closes...so u have lot of time!!!
And most preferably the style is the only thing that needs to be altered..and nt the poem!!!
Thanks for entering and good luck ...
ur host
preets
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i am a seeker of power
what else can i say here? i am disturbed -
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Cory.....
Dogma - KMFDM.
.....speechless.
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