Contest Nominees

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The Blackness Unwinds

The Blackness Unwinds

They reach for happiness
They fear punishment
Would never dare naughtiness
Bad souls...

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Lets Unite!

Lets Unite!

If we united, we'd be a strong team
all came together like no one as seen
standing strong as...

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I'll Always Remember

I'll Always Remember

Memories are there to remind us of things we once appreciated.
A loss so terrifying it attacks our...

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WHO ARE YOU ?

WHO ARE YOU ?

He smelt of cigarettes and cheap booze
Wearing tattered clothes and worn out shoes
He wore...

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Our Secret

Our Secret

The yellow boat lays there,
So delicate in mind,
It tosses back and forth,
Like a...

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maybe I am tainted

maybe I am tainted

Maybe I am tainted
A canvas not yet painted
A shell of who I once was or yet to become...

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Shackles

Shackles

These chains can to longer hold me for I will always be free.These shackles may cut and bruise my limbs yet...

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Slight return

Slight return

So I must return
Unwanted
Churning inside
Light's that burn
Undaunted by the...

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Two In The Morning

It’s two in the morning, and the sun has yet to rise.
But before I had fallen asleep, I had tears...

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Rabbit Hole Reality

Rabbit Hole Reality

Stark I stand alone and feel
the pressure to know what is real,
in sparks of inspiration I...

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Addiction

Addiction

Seductive whispers in my ear, draw
the shape of my uneven mind-

I project into my rough...

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MERCY KILLING

MERCY KILLING

As a one-way butterfly
She only knew down
Even bright colors
Tarnish in the dark...

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Why

Why

I look in the mirror,
​​​​​​ Why can’t I be skinny ?
I change into something baggy in hopes...

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Those Empty Places

Those Empty Places

Those Empty Places

Don’t let yourself go to those empty places
Try to spread your...

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New Orleans...

New Orleans...

**notes... I got a real working class blues feel for this write...**

Ya can sit there behind a mic...