CHALLENGE #87 ~ BEGUILE (ends May 10)

[6945]

be·guile tr.v. be·guiled, be·guil·ing, be·guiles

To deceive by guile; delude. See Synonyms at deceive.

To take away from by or as if by guile; cheat: a disease that has beguiled me of strength.

To distract the attention of; divert: “to beguile you from the grief of a loss so overwhelming” (Abraham Lincoln).

To pass (time) pleasantly.

To amuse or charm; delight. See Synonyms at charm.

[Corupt2057]

Tell me the Truth

You tease me, your pathetic lies..
The hate I have for you now, is endless..
I could hold you down, where our waves first met..
Just to wash your face away..

(Pre-Chorus)
I'm sick of the worry
I'm sick of the hate

(Chorus)
Never speak to me again,
Sorrow on this dark ridden face.
You betrayed me, I still hate..
The brooding inside has yet to grow.
You tell me the truth,
That I will never know.

I let her pull me down,
Into these bootless cries..
A girl with a life goin' nowhere,
Fooled me with her fruitless eyes,
When I believed in showing care.
Now I'm stone cold.. cuz-

(Pre-Chorus)
I'm sick of the worry
I'm sick of the hate

(Chorus)
Never speak to me again,
Sorrow on this dark ridden face.
You betrayed me, I still hate..
The brooding inside has yet to grow.
You tell me the truth,
That I will never know.

This is the product of your beguiling..
Movie worthy moments without music,
Re-playing continuously..
That have made me tick,
Away the seconds of my life in agony..
Record this bitch!

(Closing Chorus)
Never speak to me again,(I'm sick of the hate)
Sorrow on this dark ridden face.(I'm sick of the worry)
You betrayed me, I still hate..(Now I'm stone cold)
The brooding inside has yet to grow.(Your pathetic lies)
You tell me the truth,
That I will never know.

[ATC]

How charming.
Bega-who?

SAVAGE DREAM

The sky is full of lines
crackling like telephone voices.
And in a moment, they will be here
To pluck the notes out of the petals
They installed

Its beguiling, this night, this veil
Every page ,a person found.

How can it be lost without me?

The stars, like flies, they drop
Falling past a bright new flame
With good intentions, ever so good
Until you fish them out, conscience and all
You're assigned

Its beseiging, this life, the sound
Every face, a person lost.

How can it be saved without me?

Ghosts and shards
The shape of teeth
Coalescing into
Nakedness.

[bowl of oranges]

An appetite for actuality

I freed my gaze and awoke to the birds
as the suns first light was dawning,
a leaf, a crunch, an absurd hunch,
filled my wandering thoughts that morning.

To my surprise my eyes sat wide
yet i was blind i sensed the burning,
i walked, to a door, a cold wooden floor,
the shock unable to disturb my yearning.

Out in to the world i strolled with vigour
skies, grass, trees, friends for learning,
yet carried, by a lust, a liberating gust,
but how to permit this state, i'm discerning.

I met a man of quite humble stature,
his plain figure struck me in a way,
still beguiled, i'm feeling, my loosed tongue revealing,
soon he must have wished my heart away.

I again heard the song of the sun and sky,
down the lane where nothing's leading,
i felt, so unwise, my life i despised,
an urge to bite the hand that's feeding.

Carry on, little son, you've much left to know,
a voice concealed from view, is he guiding?
i guess, i should go, much more he must know,
i've an appetite for truth, i'm not hiding.

One of my first attempts at lyric writing, but i like it. Did it quite quickly but didn't want to mess with it too much. Crits would certainly be appreciated

[super deluxe]

I may write something.

[Necroses-bass]

*starts looking for long lost notebook*

[i am the robots]

Mein Fuhrer I Can Valk!

Waring tides of ever bleeding
Line after line they put down their lives
To fight a foe that they cannot reach
They breach the walls, the scale the cliffs
To destroy something they were told to hate
Gun in hand they march the streets
To go to your door and drag you by the hair
A genocide begins anew
Only for those labelled with the star
The Chancellor beguilded the largest flock
And now millions will pay in blood

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I wrote a poem about WWII!!!

[DFelon204409]

I know what it’s supposed to feel like when I go down.
It’s like listening to the striving prayers of your loved ones
While comatose. There are so many ways I could tell them
God exists more in hymns than intravenous meals,
If I could only open my mouth to sing.
Is winter just the sharp inhale of a thousand birds
Ready to belt and chirp at the beginning of spring?
I would answer in tune if I could hear the question
But sounds are strangely molasses underwater
And your aquadynamic figure beguiles into mosaic,
With minnows streaming around your nude body.
I will learn to swim whether you’ll have me or not.
God is in my corner with a water bottle and sutures
Ready for whatever lump of me you spit back out.
Jesus is my towel and the Holy Ghost my stool.
Christ, is there anything more sacrosanct than
A beautiful, naked siren crooning her song
While skinnydipping in my neighbor’s pool?
That is a rhetorical question I’m saving for myself
When I finally come up for air.

[d0ped0g]

Yeah, i know its definitely not a competition winner, but this chick asked me to write a song about her... so i did. My main concern that it is too forward about our relationship (which is just friendship, atm, but has the potential to be more) and my feelings about her, and thus might be awkward playing it to her, with her knowing that it is about her.


For You...

I can see it in your eyes
Emptyness, consuming
And lord knows, lord knows why you cry
When its exaustingly easy to bare

But theres something you can never deny
What you'll never know will eat you alive

To tell you the truth, I can relate
But these feelings I have, I cannot sedate
Cause what's the use in compromise
When it comes from the core of all of your lies

And you take the words right from my mouth
But I wish you could speak for me now
So I talk in tongues when you're around
Cus i'm afraid that what comes from the heart
Will be the end of me...

And when I look up to the sky
I ascend, I ascend, to your plane
And I cant help but wonder why
You choose to beguile all that's sane

Just know that you never fail to remind me
That this glass is half-full, and never half-empty
And know I cant promise I wont overflow
As I dance beneath the weight of your falling rain.

And when we start kissing over thinking
I am sinking, I am sinking, I am done
And when this water's waded
I am fading, I have faded in the sun

But there's something you can never deny
What you'll never know, will eat you alive
Please lend me the strength to wish you'd die
Cause the sadness cant possibly contest the anguish I feel
for you...

[RunAmokRampant]

Hated Helen

She is the accursed but accepts her fate,
who keeps her on the rusted swing.
Back and forth she does not stop,
with that screeching the swaying submits,
that bleeds into my covered ears.
I am forced run away from the one strickened,
to the pendulum where she watches...
Waiting patiently

I wanted walk over to see her up close,
but my fear was sewn closer and tighter still

She knows what's going to happen.
Like the distinct smell before rain.
She can already sense the protruding guilt,
of the ones carrying the flames,
who are beguiled by misguided white collars.

As the swing follows itself in dead monotony,
eighteen years of grace will be a sunset.
Men hide behind other men with sweat on their brows,
while the other points the finger,
spitting the name of her stigma.

All the while I spent watching,
What I perceived I had lost,
my most precious childhood gift

Ten minutes later they had left her.
The lynch mob mentality thrives on fear,
with no ground or reason to aspire,
the vicious offer of death.
I still watch her swaying,
but the swing had stopped and the screeching,
echoed the now present silence.

[A_Perfect_Sonnet]

Evening Demolition: Dismantled Structure (pending crappy title)

[kevbud187]

Here I am
Caught in the crosshairs of the world's demise
But from where I stand
This didn't come as much of a surprise
So many lies and beguiles
I was seeing every day
And all that people were doing
Was leading their minds astray

The truth is near
Why can't you see?
Everything that you used to fear
Is what you are coming to be?
Have you lost hope?
In what has yet to be?
Have you lost faith?
In what you are coming to be?

Why can't you see beyond the fear?
Beyond what you hold dear
On paper it seems you’ve got it figured out
But come tomorrow you’ll be writing a will without a doubt
Hope has left me behind in its march towards the answer,
That’s ever growing faster

The truth is near
Why can't you see?
Everything that you used to fear
Is what you are coming to be?
Have you lost hope?
In what has yet to be?
Have you lost faith?
In what you are coming to be?

[6945]

BENEATH THE TALUS SLIDE

Take me from this madness
And lay me deftly in the sun
Let solstices’ alacrity
Undue all that has been done
Once swarmed by sterile logic
Only to escape the talus slide
I now weigh in with profusion
and will no longer be denied

Not from memory, no not seemingly
Not from the inclusive strands of reason

And I know maladies inflict
What in life can we negotiate?
From beguiling retrospectives
Are there no bargains we can make
It’s down to put up or shut up
Or be left struggling in the wake
Allied with stark illusions
There’s no lessons left to take

Not from hearsay, no not seemingly
Not from the pawns of galactic fools

Float this naked imagery
Paint this dying scene
Thrust your head under the surface
And blow a final scream

[PrettyxWeapons]

I'm not really positive about how these things work seeing as this is my first post, but i'll give it a shot.


This may be the best I'll ever be, a broken boy with his arms torn off.
An erector set that never had the screws or bolts or means to be put together, thank you.
I appreciate your concern (or lack there of).
Your words were sharp, but not as sharp as your tongue, and it cut me down. The feeling of your words piercing my proverbial skin was alluring,
Or maybe I'm just lying.
I hope you understand that none of this means anything, you were never real. And the fragments can't be put together, you made sure of that, you and your hammer, an extension of your passion to destroy.
Cut, smash, break, repair, cut smash break.
You cut out the bull**** and didn't bother crossing the i's or dotting the t's,
Or maybe it was the other way around.
Language isn't anything these days,
And twenty six characters isn't nearly enough
To piece together the words to explain the damage we've caused.
We started Armageddon on a small scale that night,
We stole the sun and locked it in a box in my hands.
We knew they'd never find it.
They walked around blind and helpless while we stayed in the light,
Surveying the damage done,
Oh what an insult to injury.
Now look at what we've done,
Look at what we've ****ing done.
Some things bare repeating
Or maybe I just enjoy the thought of being redundant,
redundant redundant redundant redundant,
Oh the irony, right?
Peeling off our skin, you looked so lovely from the inside,
But I guess looks can be deceiving,
Oh the things that should be said out loud.
I'm losing it aren't I?
Jumping from one thing to the next,
I'm no acrobat,
I can barely stand straight as it is.
Am I making any sense?
Sometimes I don't think so.
I'm like a viper that can only bite it's tongue,
Because I feel like everything I say poisons me more and more.
And I just swallow it all,
I can feel it in me now,
Tearing me apart from the inside out, or maybe the outside in,
But that doesn't work much these days.
Every sight is like a snapshot,
Freeze framed at the worst part of the rest of my days,
A broken mirror and bloody foot steps.
You always said talking to me was like walking on egg shells,
But I think it was more like broken glass,
Because one of us always got hurt.
And now your words are on delay,
Your mouth moves but I don't hear what you say until days later.
You make me feel like I'm underwater.
Like I'm suffocating.
Hearing you speak is worse than death,
Because at least death only happens once,
But your words are endless, like a book that never ends,
And every time I think I'm done and I close it
A thousand more pages appear,
Each one more destructive than the next.
You drew up the blue prints for my demise,
I can't thank you enough for that,
So you just keep saying those pretty words
And I'll keep staring lidless at the sun,
Because you put it in my hands.

[WhatILivefoR]

Puppet, Meet Puppeteer.

An earth of ears still waiting, screaming at the sight:
of seven broken bones, one for every night
of masochistic thought and dreary contemplation-
of caricatures that block this shrieking invocation.

But the others blankly stare, and certainty remains
in spike and cliché gore; in silence of the slain.
her mouth unbolts to sing, the beguiling smile rises
clawing out of dirt and death; tearing through neurosis.

Swivel heads, engorged lips, the fringes of insane:
distortion of the strident mouths- Pretext signs her name;
the dotted line, a bruis-ed pen, scrawl of broken finger
estranged from her own hands, these nameless suit this paper.

Puppet, meet puppeteer. puppeteer, meet puppet.
Strangled by the strings on the stage of grave regret.

Her blood is your romance.
Her blood is your romance.
I gave her a voice. I gave her a soul.

Her scored flesh is set to interlock,
The heavens reside in her lungs.

This beautiful convulsion girl, caught in aging drought
finds her soul uplifted when He lifts her out
of improperly patched curves; these vibrating graves
of this crimson addiction of Psychosis slaves.

Psychosis slaves.

The heavens reside in her lungs.