The theme was "We", as picked by Maiaku, the winner of round #27.
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Previous rounds and winners can be found pinned in the Contest Forum and the Discussion Thread.
Here are the entries for this round:
SpoilerHoney we were not meant to bee
No matter how loud the buzz got, it was clear to sea
The lights got bright like, everything was so transparent
It was transparent, I couldn't see the signs like trans parents
Unless I'm swimming with the fishes, There are plenty in the river
Feelings leaves and turn cold in winter
It's a Cole Wold in these Forest Hills
Lies are real and bean honest kills
And people get gassed up on relation ships
Love was titanic, Jack and Rose until the Ice hit
Eventually I get lost within my old thoughts
Then I look through old messages and find old thots
I write with the blood of samson and bleed emotion on a page
Some things always stay the same
I fall in love with jezebels like fine wine, they get better with age
And I can drown in a sea of indifelity
When you're with your spouse, do you remember me?
Can he compare to my pedigree of making you feel estacy?
Can I bask in your serenity? Or am i just a distant memory?
Even if it wasn't in our destiny and we were not meant to be
I love you endlessly
A lot of gems in mine
If you dig how many diamonds can you find
Spoiler while i, too, an angelUnfurl, hopes
as all songs weep
let all stones fly
break upon the shores
bleed into the light
Bask with open eyes
rustle souls jibe
work and work time
heartbeat, heartbeat, white
Wings before air
timid terror screech
hollow, and opened, hearts
ache of yesternight
Rake against the spine
wings begin to climb
take all back again
Lord of Everywhen
live, all live
Rabble left below
no longer stone’s throw
curse the feathers fall
blindingly bright disguise
though they still am I
to burn, all burn
Spoiler distancethe concept of we often escapes my grasp, forever just a whisper on the tip of my tongue.
is it a sensation? articulation? the presence of a soul drooling, forever untouched
by the sights and sounds of the reality around it?
what does it mean to touch someone's heart? is such beautiful linguistic candy
of the mind really just fatty goods that will inevitably lead to cardiac arrest? why do we test what the rest attest,
to, forever scorn by devils whos inception derives from deception.
and whos influences allow my art to be tainted as tart.
which is why in the end indeed I realize how much ive really clutched
on to anything that makes the distance disappear. but please be patient with me. I'm still young.
You are social when you want to, but you also enjoy solitude.
You are smart, but don't always show it. So you smile when they are rude.
You are strong, but not always fighting. You are proud, but not always fair.
You are nice when you feel like it, but sometimes a shadow is there.
You are handsome in the evenings. You are full of respect in the day.
You are lazy when you feel that you need it. You are perfect in no other way.
You smile at me, when I look away. You support me when I want to fade.
You paint my face with a laugh in the mornings, and you fade so slowly away.
You are almost just like the others. You have nothing to make you unique.
You have strength where you don't even need it, and no one needs it more than me.
Who is he? He that you smile at. Who is he? Who you kiss on the lips?
Who is he to be at your side? When he is really nothing unique?
Who am I, who stands here alone? Who am I, who have thoughts of steel?
Thoughts of wire, flames and destruction. And a red-painted rose as a seal?
Who am I to bring about corruption? When the system is as flawed as me?
Who am I to face my reflection, when I can't even face what I see?
No one is more perfect than you, and no one knows it better than me.
I swallow my pride in the mornings, and I paint a new mask on my seal.
Voting closes in 10 days, on the 23rd of September.