Somewhere underneath this silver-grey stone
Lies the deceased who lived life alone
A body who died without even a name
Was found out alone with no one to blame
No one comes here and no one ever goes
Who mourns a disaster no one even knows?
Author notes
April 17, 2008.... One of my fears would probably be dying with no one beside me... so I wrote my own epitaph in case that happens.
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I decided to put this in the author's notes of one of my poems to show a sample of my work just in case.
Anyway, Onto the audition:
* Segment one: question and answer time
1. Authors name: Amanda or Autumnsflame
2. Age: 17
3. Genre of poetry: I write pretty much any genre.... literally
4. Collaborations: none
5. How many other round contests have you entered: like... one
6. How often are you on AllPoetry: Only about a million times a day! Hah... kidding, bt I am on it A LOT
7. who has been your inspiration to write: A lot of people are my inspiration, some times in good ways and sometimes in bad ways. My parents, my friends, my girlfriend, my ex, etc.
8. Your likes: girls, psychology, art, music, guitar, oboe, POETRY
9. Your dislikes: terrorists, the law against gay marriage, rude people, my parents, school, the psychward, and texting
10. Why are you auditioning: Being one of the younger poets here, I am really blossoming into becoming good and I would like to improve with practice. I have time on my hands, and I can handle this contest. I love writing and I'd really love a challenge.
Part Two:
My life has been sad at times, and it has been wonderful at times... At the age of 4 months, I was taken away from my birth parents due to neglect. It wasn't their fault. They were both out of their minds, my father bipolar and my mother schizophrenic.
I was adopted by the age of two and have lived with my adoptive parents ever since. I have been battling mental illness all my life. I started hurting myself when I was only five years old, as emo as it sounds. Since freshman year of high school, I have been in and out of mental hospitals for paranoia and depression (as my diagnosis says) but my doctor isn't really sure what I have.
That's my sob story. Now for the GOOD parts of my life: I'm in love with the world, especially my beautiful girlfriend Kelsey who always puts a smile on my face whenever I'm around her.
I love summer weather and when it's warm outside. I write to let out my feelings, because I have a lot of them. My life is an emotional rollarcoaster, and to get it down on paper makes me feel powerful, because I control what goes down on that paper... I can manipulate what the reader is thinking and I love it.
Along with writing, I am also an artist. I draw and I have a great talent for it. I've been in art shows before and won blue ribbons as well.
I am also a very unique person, or at least I would like to say that. No one wants to be a copy of everyone else, so stand up for what you believe in, even if NO ONE else agrees with you!
Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed my audition.
Segment three, one of my best poems:
Dark Blue
Walking through fantasies, there were two
The last was a dream, and the present was true
As the sick poison feeling took flight and withdrew
The once dead-black sky turned a calming dark blue
Wrapped in her fingers, calm and sedating
All the nightmares started evaporating
Nearby was the glorious song that repeats
The sound came in raining transparent white sheets
We laid there and listened to cries of resilience
Exhaling ice, and soaking in brilliance
I looked at her and she silently grinned
And sorrow was blowing away in the wind
Trapped in our intimate blooming creation
Walking through fields of imagination
She led me down the fantasy trail
Chained in a moonlit fairy tale
Grace and radiance still persist
Down the roads draped with narcotic mist
I followed her infectious stare
Leaving behind all my melted despair
Softly whispering inside the haze,
She took me, ascending in passionate blaze
A savior emerged, calling my name
The angel who stole me away from all shame
Washing out rumors of our demise
As we rose, I couldn’t believe my eyes
There was no stranger, no fancy disguise
Just her and the beautiful fog-coated skies
That night the aesthetic reality grew
This was no dream, it was finally true
In the light of the moon, the poison withdrew
And the once dead-black sky turned a calming dark blue
A contest entry
- Epitaph Pay It Forward by RedwingSpirit.
675 points, ended April 19, 14 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Creative Poet- Audition Round by x-Black-Butterfly-x.
300 points, ended April 28, 28 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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oooh I love your chosen favorite poem.
your answers are honest and heart felt. Well done thank you for entering and best of luck
Delila
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this is a unique and wonderfully crafted piece and the answers are deep and honest. I love the peoms and the lyrics well done
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Very well Done.
Thanks for entering
I wish you the best of luck
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Brilliant.
My latest poem/lyrics actually contains lines about people in unknown gravestones...with no names and no one who knows who they are...I love the last line of this, perfect ending.
Good luck x
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That is sad but at least no one would spit on your grave, right? Some consolation and it is some consolation that at least you picked what you want on your lonely stone. lol
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Sad and beautiful. Strange, I have always had the feeling that I would be alone when I die -- I don't know why, just a feeling. I sure hope not.
This is another fine write. I feel that your style is growing and becoming more polished. Well done.
CaliOkie
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how sad!
Just think how many of us live life the same way, without someone else to mourn us when we go to the great beyond.
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