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Artist's Name: Lesa Pilgrim
Artist's Elftown User Name: [OvertheMoooon]
Poem Category: Realistic
Poem's Title: Artist's Test
Poem:

I dance a dream. I feel so free.
I see a song. I hear your breath.
This life's not what it seems to be.
It is all just a starving artist's test.

I write a poem. I see my muse.
I will be mine, but I'm always his.
This life's not always just what you choose.
You can't study for the artist's pop quiz.

Well, black's not black, and white's not white
And I'm not always just what I am.
I've lived, I've learned I'm not always right.
That's how I nailed this artist's final exam.

Now life's no journey, it's not some quest;
Hear me again--it's just an artist's test.

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Artist's Name:Allen Yokom
Artist's Elftown User Name: [Martini_Kiss]
Poem Category: Dark
Poem's Title: Fading Out
Poem:

Flaming is this heart you can crush.
Searing is the flesh you tore.
My memory flows in your veins, rich and lush.

Last night you died in my heart.
But this is the last time you'll hear of me, the last time

you'll hear thou art.
I quit this shit!
I want out now!
So I took your hand. I hereby vow,
To bleed you, every last drop.
Of myself, so ill wont be missed when I'm gone.

Slowly I fade away.
Drowning the fears of life.
Slowly, I, fade, away.
SCREAMING OUT TO YOU FROM THE DEPTHS OF HELL!
Fading away from this life.
Shows your true face.
I see you. And not to be polite,
Your true colors are black and white.

Slowly I fade, fade away.
No one's missing me,
That's the way I want it to be.
Because not a soul, shall hear my screaming hate.
To Hell with this life,
To Hell with fate.

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Artist's Name: Vegard
Artist's Elftown User Name: [Afalahs]
Poem Category: To Make You Think...
Poem's Title: For Richer Or Poorer?
Poem:

It is not made for Man to see
The Future rimmed in mystery
It is a blessing not to know
The things that Age and Time will show

One cannot see what lies ahead
With Tarot cards or crystals red
With cryptic signs or numbers seven
Or worships to an unknown Heaven

Unclear is the path of Life
We do not know when we shall die
Wether to be rich or poor
Or clawing still at Heaven's door

Use the Time given to Thee
Or Thou shalt suffer more than me!

11\03\2004

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Artist's Name: Emily Karnes
Artist's Elftown User Name: [Nightshadow]
Poem Category: Nature
Poem's Title: Wildfire
Poem:
The fires roar insanely through the night,
And tear with wild fury through the trees.
And blacken score by score the gentle leaves.
These noble warriors, all the forest's knights,
Are ill-prepared to last this bitter fight.
The blaze ignores the spruces' feeble pleas,
And soldiers all are dropped to black-charred knees,
And mournful creatures grieve their homeless plight.


The fires soon give way to smoking ash,
And brood in steam through slowly clearing air,
And then, their duty done, they rest in peace.


Their righteous work, sweet mercy's brutal slash,
Renewed the soil, wiped the canvas bare,
And now new life begins, the sick released.

08/03/04

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Artist's Name: Evan
Artist's Elftown User Name: [eimhin]
Poem Category: Deep Thoughts
Poem's Title: verse 4
Poem:

amid the night I sit, internally spit, trying to divine
the source of these wary visions
in sight, sound and scent, that shine-
beacons of a watchtower straining
to be seen and recognized for the truths they contain
but I question as to whether this veracity will overflow,
or merely tease my capacity
to read the text of my own inner musical strains, strands, of DNA
double-helix twisted beyond normal human cognizance
or at least that of this poor boy; gene-alloy of recession and dominance
whose strands and bands of anthropologic demands
that maybe one could sense make
of all this hallucinogenic give-and-take;
a drug created by the synapses selectively firing along your own mental wiring
behind this unsettled façade, perspiring
while he sleeps unsound, conciousness all unbound, unfettered
and of these new realms inquiring
as though he possessed the necessary technologies,
all the prerequesites of his understanding's request-
gnostic negatives, these mirrored ontogenies, not merely recapitulating,
but reworking entire phylogenies
yet if garbed in raiment right for the task,
he could buy a small peek
and in varied silver visions may his mind bask
just for a minute, a moment, a minute glimpse of truth and understanding
to ken those personal mythagos that into his soul are expanding
trailing his thoughts' curiosity, in a dance of hop, skip and leap
because with knowing would come that blessedly silent sleep

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