Please take a look at this (For Scholarship)

[pixiesfanyo]

Hello, as many of you know I'm a pretty regular visitor of the MX S&L forums so I figured I could post this here. This is my poetry resume for a scholarship program I got accepted into this year, it entails me going to a college and working in seminars for poetry. There are three stages before you get accepted and I've gotten past one of the stages. The second stage is to submit a selected collection of your works and see who gets accepted. Well here's my works that I'm submitting any comments would be greatly appericated.



Strike This Match

In a city with no voice, opinions are painted on the sides of skyscrapers. Graffiti etched into the dark green of dumpsters, passes for street signs. Eloquent discussions are written beneath the scribbles of shapes on the underside of my school desk. And every letter is dotted with the conformity of sheep. The written speech is fragile, delicate, and resides on the edge of the ocean where the tide washes it away each day. And while it may not seem like a big deal to those caught in the daily routine. This is the pattern of their lives. Every day we try to do something different…

But everyday it gets washed away..




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Rainfall Catalysts

Dilations
Compliment subtle tendencies,
I'm holding your lips, complexion of..
Delicate carnations

Splashes
Waters running across the floor,
Garden bench kisses, conscious of..
Headlight flashes

Finger nails dance tonight,
Across comatose cheeks..
Eye pupils slant their sight,
Harmonized with floorboard creeks..

Help me pretend..
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West Pine Grove Road in B Flat

The notes were silently softened
The piano struck it's closing key
Was it in tune with the shatters of glass?

September leaves fell like frozen tears
Splintering on the pavement where you were last seen
Were those offhand motives synchronized?

Blank sheets like ivy
Long, have they crept along your body
Poured into veins
Walls that were long withered away

Death was so transparent tonight
She can see it in his eye
His strings were immaculate
Notes an emperor would defy

She dreams...

The tabletop is teetering

She sleeps...

As the hourglass falls into limbo

His sound was ambrosial
Yet, you silenced it still
A broken heart painted beneath a broken windowsill

His heart fading
Like a jet stream across the sky
Memories of smoke and a reflecting sigh.

[pixiesfanyo]

Condoned

Soft echoes
Radiate
The loss of pristine
The trend of iconoclasts
Consume the dwellers of trees

A choir of virginal plagues
Call for their claim
Licit drops of rebellion
Quietly forget they're tame

Light rays
Peak
Through slender shades
Shadows of karma
Fabricate fraudulent charades

The ghosts of children
Welcome the elders to bathe


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Categorize Us Under Achilles’ Paradox

Traced the seven months of muteness, pebbles mark the days in my sandbox
A pattern assessed in stars, parallel with a personal equinox
Behind by one point, categorized under Achilles' paradox

Cut to today, a shadow of a heart
Creeps across the floor tonight
Alluring reflection of jovial art
Whispers elongate into ominous fright

In the freshness of the grass's dew, found a heaven comparable in shape
A subtle knife slyly sliced through, jagged cut in a contoured landscape
Tangent were the incisions, covered veils slowly, softly, undrape

Enchanting and romantic
Clichéd atrophic casing
Trigger-happy antics
Repeated in a movie scene

A catacomb famed, for it's attendants
Refuge in numbers, has never felt like such a lie
Walked among only by independents
Curiosity enticed, to what the graves inscribe

In an ossuary of torn love letters
Is where we now rest..

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Dionysus' Hypothesis

A lavish ample depiction
Aided by an onyx-shaded complexion
An irrevocable affliction
Hers an enticing yet plain projection

Dionysus, A martyred blister
Lines the eyes in lashes of twice born solitude
Sound, An ear bound transmitter
Useless too the coaxing of her glove bound hands

Pale fingers deeply caress
The smeared yet livid veneration
While inveigle situations transgress
Moments trigger a bedroom ascension

Emulate the pretty movements
Of her intimate aided thrusts
The sound of ecstasy escapes me
In singular moments of lust

A martyred blister
Her soft whisper
Mime the pretty moments for me

[pixiesfanyo]

Family is Now Spelled P-r-o-f-i-t

“The shovels out on the back porch”

Said the man through a deep Mexican accent. Dressed in a spotless suit and with his hair slicked back like some kind of ‘60’s greaser he smiled and winked at the farmer’s son.

“Now if you can do this for me, I guarantee that new bike at Scott’s might just end up in your back yard.”

The boy’s eyes burned with desire. He grabbed the shovel from the corner of the porch and ran out the old screen door. As he was walking from the faded house the man yelled

“Now don’t forget, no spills!”

The boy followed the long dirt path to the old oak out by Gregory’s creek. In the sparse light of the moon he saw 3 backpacks sitting between the rough roots of the tree. The boy began to dig the 3 holes big enough for each of the backpacks.

After finishing the holes the boy grabbed the first bag. It was too heavy for his small arms so the boy dragged it across the ground as it rolled along like a bowling ball. Dropping it in the first hole, he returned to the other two bags.

While the boy was dragging the second bag to it’s respective hole a glistening rock caught his eye. He bent down to the ground and picked it up, seeing that it was a ring he placed it an area where the moon light shown down upon it. Engraved on it were the initials “SD”. Dumbfounded the boy put the ring in his pocket and continued to drag the bag to the hole. As it fell down with a small thud, the boy shuddered.

He ran to the Oak tree and grabbed the third and final bag. Unzipping the pack the boy fell backwards and fainted upon seeing the eyes of his sister. The passing clouds and the weeping moon watched the family reunion and smiled in pitch black.