Cycle 1 is the Most Nominations! Cycle 2 is the Artistic Nominations! Cycle 3 is Best/Worst Nominations! Cycle 4 is General Nominations! And here are the nominees: @Odamadillo @Maka Albarn @Nights☆
Well I think I'm a little late to post my previews... but here's two samples anyways. These are my best ones: The Prices of Solitude The damage was done Blood on dead grass ran dry Knife in hand glinted under the sun And all she could do was cry Shredded fragments of faces left Faces she once saw and then hid Strewn around her, sore with regret To the dark one she gave after the bid The bid that she wished to take back But could she now? Oh no For night has risen and the mirror now cracked Summer fades, in comes winter's snow Happiness to her was not a dream Nightmares and darkness was her security Once something good would come her way it seemed Time to cut ties and try to show no pity Alone, alone she would always be Friendships, smiles, that was not her way If only, only she saw the mask she would scream For this was not her, she was actually brave For that moment she saw the light And sometimes felt the warmth of that embrace Fear would overcome her, oh what a fright Friends became demons, her mind shed no grace The crime was committed, no honor was paid Loved ones, dear ones close to her now gone Down on the ground the knife she laid And no more sought for another dawn I Was a Little Girl I was a little girl Who didn’t know much Who didn’t see love Who just couldn’t trust I was a little girl And you were a family Who opened arms of love To all, including me To the little girl who didn’t know much Who didn’t see love, who just couldn’t trust Who was afraid of a gentle, kind touch Who was sad, yet happiness was a must I was a little girl Who didn’t understand affection Who couldn’t accept help Who was blind, angry, no direction Open arms, though painful, wait Patient, thoughts of failing, but naught Through tough love, time, Savior’s touch Came home, forgiven, still learning I was a little girl And now a young woman Through gratitude give this Poem, for mending the rift You are a family Who knew a little girl Who knew what was inside And unwearyingly wait Through years will soon bloom And because of you Who knew a little girl Who had dreams to free I am a young woman And you are my family Who patched my broken heart Whom God will never forget For all eternity ∞
