Twisting and flailing in the grasp of contortion,
Slaughtered by hands, too tight to prise.
Her face in anger, a figure of distortion,
A glowing fury, present in her burning eyes.
Strangled by the pretence of such brazen lies.
Her body subsides and she is broken,
The ill-fitting pieces of her crushed demise-
A modest wreck of troubled words unspoken.
Mind spinning in the vexation of her troubles,
She pulls the switch and lets it fade,
In the midst of a thousand burnt out shadows,
The worried words; upon her future they are laid.
And she thinks with intensity; dead to humanity.
She sits in a perfect world and reminisces.
The memories of her preceding life unfurled,
The waning thoughts of perfect kisses.
The tears embrace her face- they turn to ice,
Turned cold by the aching of her solemn plight.
She took the wings of courage in her arms,
And in a flood of sadness took her flight.
A contest entry
- plight of the individual by unraveled.
2000 points, ended July 19, 2008, 24 entries
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I specifically mentioned that the contest was for free verse or prose entries. This is rhyme. On the other hand, of all the entries I have read so far, yours is the most direct and straight-forward about the prompt. I liked that, but I think this had a very sad tone to it. I was hoping that somebody could spread a message of hope for the individual during plight. It might just be me, but I can't tell what is happening in the last two lines. It could be that she has recovered from depression, or it could be that she commits suicide. It seems like it could go either way.
Anyways, thank you for your entry,
-cassidy
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Oh ok
it seems i have completely misread the criteria. You may completely ignore my poem i enjoyed writing it though, so i got something out of it 
The Flight could be anything. From committing suicide or running away from the bad aspects of life.
Is free verse where it keeps on running, like my other poems? =/
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free verse just doesn't have end line rhyme like yours... it still has to have a flow to it, but without the sing-song feel of a rhyme. and really, your poem wasn't bad at all- the rhyme is quite well done. (it just wasn't necessarily what i was looking for)
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Oh man. i really want to do another one now
ok thanks.
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no problem- i think i'm going to reopen the contest in a couple minutes because i haven't found a poem worth 1200 points. so you can re-enter if you want
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oh cool! if you do, i'll write one tomorrow. what are you looking for specifically? a free verse poem about someone overcoming the struggle of being cast out by society?
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yep- i did reopen it...
it's not necessarily being 'cast out' by society but the balance between being part of the masses and being an individual. how even though most of society flows together, there are people who don't fit in. and that anyone who essentially goes against the flow will fall because it takes so much resistance to change society.
or something like that, lolol!
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awesome
I'll write about that if you reopen it. if not, good luck finding one worthy
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