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New Pass the Poem - Updated

Journal Entry: Thu Nov 19, 2009, 8:19 AM

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I have decided to host a new Pass the Poem.
This time the subject is "Murder-Suicide".
I am only accepting the first 25 people, sorry.

A few changes have been made to this round, so please read all the information carefully.

If you have any questions, please let me know.



Pass the Poem: Murder - Suicide



With the success of "Pass the Poem:Childhood", "Spring" and "Loss of a Loved One", we are going to do it again.

Imagine "telephone" meets "chain letter" meets poetry.

The theme for this one is "Murder - Suicide". The style will again be freeform poetry.


How it works


:bulletblue: Send me a Note stating your interest in participating.

:bulletblue: I will post the list of the 25 participants in my journal.

:bulletblue: I will post the first line in my journal with the title "PTP:Murder - Suicide"

:bulletblue: I will send the line, the list of names, and the theme to the next person in line.

:bulletblue: That person will post what I wrote with the same title and credit me with it. They will then add their line of the poem and post it in their journal.

:bulletblue: They will pass it back to me via note and I will pass it on to the next person in line.

Each person should write just one line. You may write a broken line such as:

Eating grapes
--------in the garden

if that would fit for your line. Remember there is no form, nor rhyme pattern, and no meter to follow; it is freeform and free flowing. We want the piece to go together, but ultimately we will not know what direction it will take until we are done.

Once completed I will post it in a news article as well as my gallery and you all are welcome to post it as well as long as you credit everyone involved.

The first one can be viewed here: [link]

Spring can be viewed here: [link]

And Loss of a Loved one can be viewed here: [link]

Any questions comment or send =VertigoArt a Note




Participants

:new:
Each person will have 48 hours to pass the poem back to me. If they miss their window they will go to the end. If they miss it again, they will be cut out. :)

1. =VertigoArt :bulletred:
2. *the-photographicpoet :bulletred:
3. =CaronCecilia :bulletred:
4. =KneelingGlory :bulletred:
5. =kersee9 :bulletred:
6. ~alafaye :bulletred:
7. ~Miss-Anonymiss :bulletred:
8. =Permanent-Insanity :bulletred:
9. ~Carmi-A :bulletred:
10. =Vindicta38 :bulletred:
11. ~Sasukesadork :bulletred:
12. ~t-0-m-o :bulletred:
13. ~looFsydoboN :bulletred:
14. *EatingMyOwnFears :bulletred:
15. ~Wombat-Pentagram :bulletred:
16. =th3krimzon1 :bulletred:
17. `innocencedied2nite
18. *SirBret
19. *sucubusbriarrose
20. =midnight-eclipses
21. ~KodakMoments493
22. *lunastar
23. ~Tears-of-Fire
24. ~wakingxdawn
25. =techgnotic

:new:
The goal is to tell a story starting with my line about a murder/suicide. So if you are in the end, you should be focusing on the suicide and the middle should be the murder and the beginning should be the reason, but it can go any way. That's why these are so much fun. You never know where it's going to go.


The Poem

Pass the Poem: Murder - Suicide

I froze when I saw his hands where mine should be; caressing
Like a winter morning, he was cold. Like a wind whistling
Cold he was, but every touch left a streak of glaring heat upon her skin.
November bites, December gnaws; neither match the dully dead
emotion that begins to rise, a taste of blood and bile
The writhing stench of deeds best left in a dark past
blinds me as it controls with a disembodying numbness.
Self control being a lost memory
Lost like the life that once was there.
In his still-open eyes I see the emptiness inside of me
and inside of me is where i hide, nothing is there, no one to find me; my place of hiding.
Shut away, behind lock - there is no key - my guilt, my consciousness
My rage running hot, but frozen. All is frozen, still, unreal.
But... it is real ... What have I done??
I stare through the flickering pictures, it flashes again across my eyes,
Painted portraits, memories, held back, too long denied



  • Mood: Pain
  • Listening to: Weight of the World (live) by Blue October
  • Reading: Poetic Visions of an Uncut Mind
  • Watching: hallucinations
  • Playing: with myself
  • Eating: glass
  • Drinking: with the Green Fairy

Would you have a romantic encounter with a married person? 

68%
71 deviants said No
27%
28 deviants said Yes
6%
6 deviants said Other (Comment)

Comments


:iconyouinventedme:
thanks for the :+fav: on love and justice: a blind date, will


xo!

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an antique arms and armor expert
:iconblueskye27:
Thank you for the :+fav:. :heart:
:iconiampoetry:
Thank you for the :+devwatch:

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Poetry is truly boundless. It is my passion, writing to you, that is. I am the canvas.
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my poetry, lemon
both bitter and tart
you decide the taste of my art

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:iconeternalsolaceessence:
hey, thanks for the Fave!!! :heart: :nod:

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"I remember his hands and the way the mountains looked; the light shot diamonds from his eyes- hungry for life, thirsty for the distant river..." -Sade
...I wear your memory like a tattoo. :heart:
:iconyouinventedme:
congrats on the dd, my friend

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an antique arms and armor expert

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