

What I WantYour voice has crawled into my head, And there has made its bed. Your smell has crept into my flesh, And there it lays to rest. Your touch has found my soul, And there it warms the cold.What I Want
Every time I lay beside you, The world just melts away. Every time I lay my head to your chest, All I hear is you heartbeat. Every time I find myself with you, The world isnt such a bad place.
Your smile makes me tingle, And sends shivers down my spine. Your laugh makes me smile, And makes me want to cross the line. Your voice has touched my min


PretendingAll the words are there, right in front of us. We cant hear them, because we have not spoken. We smile, and pretend that nothing has happened. The words lie there, for everyone to see But are ignored in all their obscenity. Maybe if we just pretend a little longer, Well no longer be pretending. We will forget.Pretending


The OceanWhispers of the wind dance along the open grass, it sways and bends as if in time to a beat only it can hear. The colors of the sunset burn softly in the sky, fading out to the finale of the prairies song. Listening to the never ending voices of the grass sea, Losing yourself to the soft caress of the silent music. Slowly the music comes to a close and holds the final note, the darkness is now complete, and the grass no longer dances. The reprise will begin in a matter of hours with blazing sunrise, when the light brings new life, and a new melody.The Ocean


The VeilBehind a veil as thin as the night, Shimmering softly is a creamy light. Twisting and furling about the shapes before it, Consuming and creating in its path.The Veil
Hidden in the depths of the summer sky, Dancing along the wind is every colour unseen. Painting a masterpiece amoung the clouds, Destroying and creating in its path.
Secluded within the waters of the ocean, Sailing along the currents is breathtaking life. Bubbling and shifting things unknown, Breaking and creating in its path.
Concealed within the soul of a person, Singing in silence is an


LightSometimes, the light blinds me.Light
That's when I'll close my eyes,
And in my eyelids,
See everything that could have been, Or will be, Or has been, Or is, Twirling in my veins.
Heart pumping, they sludge and swirl, Intertwine and twist, And fuel my raging thoughts, Where I am nothing, But still, the light shines.
I'm not whining. I've never been anything else, Inside myself, Where beats collide with soaring skies. I'm happy, I truly am, With who I am, With what I am.
But, for you to think the same,
The Art of Conversation: A Poetry Contest
Conversation and dialogue are fascinating, beautiful things to explore. They are explored in stories, novels, plays, and movies. But often, poetry is written about emotions and sensory observations, with little dialogue coming into play. This is a challenge to explore conversation in a poem.
Your poem can be any length. It can be any form you want, open or fixed, though please state what form you use. It can be something that happened and it can be something you made it up and it can be something you wish would happen. It can be an imaginary conversation; it can be an all-too-real one. It can be absolutely anything that you desire. It has to be a new deviation, though.
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We also need one more judge.
You would also be interested in =Writers-Slam - you can record your literature submission and e-mail it to us, or you can send a note with a link to the deviation and one of our dedicated readers (such as myself) will read it aloud. It will be broadcast on-air at 9:00 p.m. GMT. check =Writers-Slam for the details.
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