Challenge 99 - Devour

[RunAmokRampant]

Devour (v.t) devourer (n.), devouringly (adj)

1. to swallow or eat up voraciously or ravenously.
2. to consume destructively, recklessly, or wantonly.
3. to swallow up or engulf.
4. to take greedily with the senses or intellect.
5. to absorb or engross wholly: devoured by fears

On your marks, get set ..... GO!

[TojesDolan]

Less

Flying lambs in December's darkest skies
gaze wide down to earth,
staring at the shadows we project
right past beyond our eyes.

While we heal our wounds in the morass,
among poisonous crimson clovers,
we lurk through these mud puddles for our
bloodstained blanket, to cover
from the freezing rain,
and watch the growth of grass.
Slowly.

I lost the grasp of her hand,
She fled from my arms.

In her eyes I found comfort,
in her arms, dismay,
It's her scorn that makes me swell,
Her hands remind me of
the failure in my endeavour,
the grapevine talk that swallows us all.

It was our vice, it is my disease,
It's the shine in her eyes that kept me in awe.
As we stared the murderous butterflies in the woods,
she devoured their wings
attempting to fly at her will.

Sleep in this still-life for now,
My princess of filth,
Where we remain quiet,
letting the flies encystment
mistify our secret enlightment.

Let's begin once again,
hiding in the morass beneath eternity's bed,
so we can mourn as one,
standing in the stile,
looking up from earth
to gaze the flying lambs
in December's darkest skies.

[pixiesfanyo]

****ty tits

[ITRIEDVOODOOONCE]

mmmm mmmmm

[Littlejohn]

Frostbite

This morning
I slepped until
The sun poured through
my window sill
and awoke me with my heart
beating faster still
From a dream about December
With spinning cars and woolen scarves
But I was happier in November
With a slight breeze blowing fallen leaves

Each tree outside, a looming ghost
White and crisp; each treebranch froze
The poets outside now speak in prose
You wouldn't recognize the eastern coast

Summer is a distant memory
the same as the fall
This slight breeze whispers to me
So softly cynical
"Look outside, kid, it's over
I will devour all the hope in your words
Remember how I comforted you in mid-October?
Well now I'll strangle you with the frigid earth
I will choke you with the arctic air
and spread my newly found disease
of apathy and dispair
with every poet's heart I freeze."

[cytoplasmicglob]

Voiceless Labiodental Fricatives

Do you see the hamper?
Filled with dirty clothes
Some soiled beyond comprehesion
Others not
Hide all of them
Under your bed
Exhume comprehension
Purchase more fabric
Make your own clothing
Spilt food, spilt milk
Extirpate your clothing

Boil your fish.
Wouldn’t it be cheaper?

Twice flushing counterclockwise
To remove excess waste
Unfiltered cigarettes
A nagging cough, an air headed feeling
A lack of oxygen to the brain
Please mother, go purchase some
Quitting aids for your own well being
I’m sorry, son, but I lack the money.
I think, that you for me them purchase should
Sorry dearest Mother,
I respect you and I want you to live.
But I cannot help you for your own well being.
I lack funding for your help.
However, would you care for an additional puff?
No. Too bad.

Boil your fish. Wouldn’t it be cheaper?

To heat their bowl to the point of boiling
Is this not chemical welfare?
Halt chemical warfare
A grayish haze, devouring ethics
Honor thy father and mother
A burning in the hand
Falls to create
A burning in the bed
Rapidly spreading, spilt energy drinks,
Your bed, the clothes under it.
Black as tar (or turning so)
Fumigated maternal foundation.
Through a paternal medium.

Boil your fish for that sense of calmness
Interrupted by guilt

Extinguish the fire
Wait, don’t extinguish that.
Extinguish your beloved
mummy

It'd save cash.

[TMA]

Could I get in on this? I might be able to have something up as soon as tomarrow.

[SubtleDagger]

From Diamonds To Coal

Winter weighs heavy on your aching shoulders
And I feel it too.
You carry the stains that your eyes washed away
Like chains through the ruins of loves left to gray
In basements untouched.
Too much silence and you're left dead
To all who don't know your heart best;
It beats red in the cold,
And all that is offered
Are the blue-tainted midnights
That trail through your veins.
You're used to laments,
Apologies spent on the telescopes
You've turned toward idle windows,
While I see your stars
Fall and shine and fade
With every passing day.

I don't know.
Your heart is always on display
And mine lies under sand that falls
Upon the cross-marked pages.
It devours all my dreams of you
With every shifting second,
And all I can do is write these cryptic words
To remember where my opaque heart
Began to beat for you:

From coal to dust to diamonds and back,
I saw our shifting shapes;
As sure as crimson turned to black,
We'd never change our ways.

[schwypees]

Sorry for asking this - if this is not the right place to ask.

What do I have to do to get in these challenges? The rules thread (which is closed) says that contestants must vote to contine submitting lyrics, but what about for newcomers? I don't urgently want to get into this particular challenge, but its something I might want to do in the future.

P.S. - The two songs already submitted are phenomenal, good work guys.

[SubtleDagger]

If it's your first challenge, you can simply write up a song and put it in here. Be sure to include the word in it and also to vote for everyone else's when the voting thread comes around.

[WhatILivefoR]

I Need a Title and Hopefully I Will Think of One Soon

I kept the ring that you made me
next to the pillow and under a glass
the flowers have died but there’s a scent of flesh
that still lingers in the air inside.
and it’s another token of another day
of sand and feet and pencil bouquets
a letter and a ring of the virgin white
but I wonder where the flowers go when they die.
Like a headache that crawls into my head through my eyes
I sense there is something that has gone terribly right.
if it’s me that let you down, please be polite
and lead me downstairs by a silver thread tonight
and keep me in the kitchen while you go to bed.
I won’t last long with the cupboards and drawers
(I have never been chained up like this before.
I feel like a zero to sixty pulse that’s
intense for a moment, but spent in an instant.
the pressure against the backing will ease
as soon as you become used to me.)
and the silverware will cease to entertain.
In a great release of devouring depth
it will bring me again to my knees and my brain.
The tile is cold but the chair let me go
and how could I stop it if there’s a lesson to learn?
And there's something to earn to satisfy your lock;
where the key is in me but I can’t seem to find it-
And I don’t know where to look.
I’m not sure why it came as a shock; I feel the same as I did with the book
of poems when you told me you kept my smile in a box with petals.
But that ring that you gave me when you said that you loved me
promised the morning that you promised to love me.
Was it true that you loved me?
And I wonder now if it was me that you saw,
or if maybe I was different then.

[Disco Donkey]

Might enter. Might even include the challenge word.

[Muse_]

Cold By the Fire

Sing to me your story,
And I’ll chide you for your innocence.
I’m a stones throw from hell
And I can’t even warm my hands on damnation.
Oh you’re young yet my love
Just stay inside your turtle shell
Till the surface of the world cools.

Kiss me, I’m freezing
I’ll devour the moment for warmth

Tell me of your sorrows,
And I’ll press myself to you to fight the chill.
I’m in the winter of my guilt now,
My palms are printed with the chain-link of the playground.
Don’t fly too high lover,
You’ll only fall farther from grace;
Fall back into bed with me,
Till the surface of the world cools.

Kiss me, I’m freezing.
I’m a stones throw from hell
Yet I can’t even warm my hands on damnation.

[schwypees]

Rocco the Vengeful Polar Bear

There’ve been stillborns with more fulfilling lives
And starfish with more withstanding spines
Pinocchio told lies so cunningly discreet
Compared to the blatancy of your deceit

You’re as lonesome as a single grain of sand
You gunna have some fun with your hand?
Something’s wrong, maybe God forgot you
You’ll never learn until your black and blue

Still you’re shouting and whining like a little child
While secretly stabbing us all with your guile
Acting and lying, you’re such a ****ing clown
Girlishly crying, just put on makeup and a gown

So are you ready? You better be ready for this
You don’t even know a pain like this exists
Your pretty face to wretches, like milk gone sour
When I leave you to Rocco to be devoured

Get used to this, and this time sooner is best
Because you’ll fail when I put you to the test
Because the world doesn’t care, your on your own
Complain all you want, but you should have known

Don’t even act surprised
We’re fed up with lies
Don’t even act surprised
We’re fed up with lies

So are you ready? You better be ready for this
You don’t even know a pain like this exists
Your pretty face to wretches, like milk gone sour
When I leave you to Rocco to be devoured

[ATC]

The slow trees

The roots could never be as quick as the current, dragging
elegies downstream. I wonder
if any of that timber will fashion a casket
and rejoin the earth, crammed down the mother-maw ? Will Mrs. Di Tomaso
and the pines graze another's roots, a fir perhaps,
another evergreen invited to yet another party without a curfew, sap-drenched
soliloquys not withstanding, I'm sure they'll get along.

I wonder if Mr. Downing himself will choose the log before lunch-time
and stamp it 'For a little old lady's funeral' in his head,
maybe chuckle at the thought. I presume such thoughts are common
meal-time conversation subjects at timber mills. Talking shop
can't be much fun or no one would talk about the Canucks
circa Naslund's groin. Larger concerns must devour
the mightiest twig.

Alpizar may be draped in pine as we speak, a tincture
stored in Costa Rica may be blood, could be blood. All those angels
are just sick children, bathing insane. All those angels are just
sick children, bathing in sane.

[WarLust]

Destruction of mentality

Into the recesses of my hidden violence
the demension in which darkness transmits
into the places i want to resist
there's no use to try and kill it

so let me cower from the flame
I know my fate that is to be devoured
place the blame only on myself
Iknow my fate that is to have no power

hopelessnes under defines the feel
this type of thing sends your senses reeling
And the only way for me to keep the peace
is the thoght that one day I'll cure this disease

I look to the horizon
expecting a surprise 'n
all i see is the fear with no name
lured back into this twisted game

try it,fight it ,the more it gets delighted
see it, believe it,no choice but to percieve it.