6. Charity Requests & Contributions January 2008:
Harpsdesire Questing for: An AFK
Poetry Quest Contribution: 2000 gold
Original Poem: I'm Real Trapped myself in this perfection
So pure and shining to the sun
I never killed or stole, I hardly ever lied
So why did I hide
the things I've done?
Why was I
So afraid of what you thought
I lived a lie
But now I know what time has taught
I'm a regular girl like any other
I'll try to escape from the ties that smother
I cry and I crawl and I lie and I fall and I feel-
I'm real.
Self imposed, it was my prison
Perfect virgin vision in their sight
I never spoke my mind, but yes I thought those words...
The mask that I wore
Left me
Chafed and sore...
Why would I
Always hide what makes me me?
Now I don't fear to let you see
I'm a regular girl like the rest
I'm tired of trying to always be the best
I sigh and I sin and lose and I win and I feel-
I'm real.
I tried to pretend that I never imagined
The deeds that hung and haunted in the night
It was a way to keep my terrors safe,
I painted myself white.
What's the use of storing dust in gold?
Now I must be young before I'm old....
I hid my fear in good behavior
Straight A's and service to the poor
That doesn't mean that I don't get those dirty jokes.
I can't deny
It any more.
Why did I
Live a lie to fit and flatter?
How could I
Pretend it didn't matter?
That virtue-bright stare
Hid the sorrow in there...
I'm a regular girl just like you
Learning now "to thine own self be true".
But I strive and I scream and I thrive and I dream and I feel--
I'm real.
I was a dream in flesh and glitter
So gentle, cloying-sweet and dull
Wore this disguise so long
I forgot how life could feel
But one day I remembered
I am real!
Sick of deception,
Of dodging perception
Even oysters need some dirt to make a pearl.
I'm an regular girl like the rest of the world
My soul may be tarnished but at least it's unfurled.
I laugh and I wish and I hurt and I kiss and I feel...
I'm real.
©2007-2008 ~harpsdesire
EladrinStarmistQuesting for: An OMG
Poetry Quest Contribution: 2000 gold
Original Poem:response abilitywrite from the body? a broken place
(w)hole empty something just to be filled
giving life to only find death
words spill blood on the page, drops pattering a few at time,
the flood is over
yellow soft robe red t-shirt connecting to the women of the past
strained grunting moans from painted toes
vanity of shaved legs forgotten
hands and knees cold stone floor; a cave overlooking a river
flames in the trees of autumn
Stars stare with empty eyes--hospital, the last bastion
Silvery surgical slices slit soft skin slowly
Home
sleep
sleep
sleep
walking death i pace the carpet of my cell
bundle of pain waking sleeping waking sleeping
feeding changing wakingsleepiwakefeelpslechangwa--
head of butterfly cocoons softly spinning
break out away gone fly flee free
response ability (v) :the ability to wake every two hours without fail so your child does not starve
Infant ... aside natural instincts strong white pillow
weak white woeman
rei Yami hikariQuesting for: A Superior form for a friend, possibly another Imperial Queen or another chess piece
Poetry Quest Contribution: 2000 gold
Original Poem: The forest of peopleIn the forest of people,
I'm small as you see,
just one in a million,
they don't care about me.
I'm small but I'm gifted,
and as you can see,
I'm just one in a million,
and they don't listen to me
I hear them talking
It's me they can't see
I may be just one in a million,
but listen to me!
I'm tired of scilence,
I scream to the sky,
I yell out my talent,
they don't ask why
It doesn't matter if your small
as long as you're gifted
and work your best
your spirits'll be lifted
trust me, I know
You're one in a million,
but you are unique,
everyone is gifted,
if you work at your peak.
You may have some failure,
fall once or twice,
if you do your best you'll make it;
take my advice
A forest of people, is a forest to me
to you or another, it may be a sea
a forest of people is everyone around,
you need their opinion, or fall to the ground
Discover your talent,
like all the rest.
Train it and work it,
you'll be the best
The forest of people,
is a big place
shout out your talent
or win your first race
In the forest of people,
you're not alone, shout out your talent,
do your best,
you're not just one in a million,
you are unique,
you can also be gifted,
if you work at your peak.
-Rei Yami Hikari, 11 years old