I suppose I'll juge on the 23rd, if that's all right.

Falter in your stride,

Look for redirection,

Depths fall before your eyes; swallowed by the water,

fight

Falling down, the water rushes at your heels,

The hounds of the hunt,

Yet all at your level,

Falter in your stride

redirection

Blue on black

Brackish

falling

Struggle in the depth falling before your eyes

redirection

Death,

Clawing at your heels,

The master of the hounds,

All-embracing

Falter in your stride,

Seek the redirection when you never had any to begin with,

Struggle,

Shatter the cold embrace

Run through the prison grounds,

back

Run away from your troubles

Run… away… run … away… rujnnne…  awwaaygvghhb         

Falter in your stride…………Reeeddddddiresxctiokjmn

Strfaghuiklwe

FAlkjhter

Diueeeghgvb  

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Is it too late to join? If not…

Untitled

I'm drowing

In all the responsibility

I'm drowing

Because I cannot see

I'm drowning

With no one with me

I'm drowing

Goodbye, Natalie

(Randomness with no especial meaning. Interpret it how you want too!) 

I will definitely join this next round, if there is one!

Ahhh I'm sorry this is so late! 🙁

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Honorable Mention: Moonlight! Your poem is short but sweet, and very relateable. I like the last stanza. It ties in your name, adding a nice touch of personalization, while still keeping the rhythm. Great work!

3rd Place: Poetry! I really liked your entry. The ending line was funny, but also morbid… Whoa. The piece was very smooth, too, it had good flow.

2nd Place: Gared! I enjoyed how you faded out the words into nonsense characters, which kind of makes me wonder what happened! Very haunting.

1st Place: Shoshannah! The ryhmes were excellent, and they didn't feel forced. The idea of it being told to death is an interesting one, the execution was lovely. "Steal corpses, wouldn't you?"

It is over.

Give up.

It’s over,

run free.

Leave your past behind,

Be careful with that future,

You get only: one.

Root yourself to your last friends,

entwine your fate with your third grade teacher’s,

‘cause it's over.

Take the past, and make it your battle plan, 99¢.

It's over,

The past is dead,

ALLHAILTHEPAST.

Entwine your fate with that of your preschool friend,

She’s gone,

Her story is over for you.

Take the five-year-old board game: it’s your play,

Think quick- you’re standin’ on a spinning frisbee.

Take what’s old and over: your offense strategy $19.99

Run on the treadmill,

Run away from your nightmares,

Cowardice saved the almost present: try it again.

Its over.

Shut up and accept that.

NEVER!

TAke the clue: it's your escape strategy: $99.

Run on the treadmill from your blessing’s murderer.

Run as fast as you can: you cannot catch him,

He’s the gingerbread man.

IIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
IIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
OOOOOOOOOVVVVVVVEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

NO!

Cling to the past: it's all you have.

Root your feet in the drying earth.

Draw your sword,

Launch your offense at the one thing that can help you, it's your downfall: 1¢.

The past is over,

What you fought for is shattered,

It's over.

Pray to the spoils of the past,

Think fast: you are on a fallin’ frisbee,

Think faster: you’re in the ground.

Plug in the broken speaker: it's your resistance $100,000

Entwine your fate with your goldfish: it's all over.

Entwine your fate with the Over: the past.

It's over.

Look at the shattered diamond: diamonds are forever,

Pick up a shard of the shattered diamond: it's your past: $∞.

It is over.

Give up.

It’s over,

run free.

Leave your past behind,

Be careful with that future,

You get only: one.

Root yourself to your last friends,

entwine your fate with your third grade teacher’s,

‘cause it's over.

Take the past, and make it your battle plan, 99¢.

It's over,

The past is dead,

ALLHAILTHEPAST.

Entwine your fate with that of your preschool friend,

She’s gone,

Her story is over for you.

Take the five-year-old board game: it’s your play,

Think quick- you’re standin’ on a spinning frisbee.

Take what’s old and over: your offense strategy $19.99

Run on the treadmill,

Run away from your nightmares,

Cowardice saved the almost present: try it again.

Its over.

Shut up and accept that.

NEVER!

TAke the clue: it's your escape strategy: $99.

Run on the treadmill from your blessing’s murderer.

Run as fast as you can: you cannot catch him,

He’s the gingerbread man.

IIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
IIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
OOOOOOOOOVVVVVVVEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

NO!

Cling to the past: it's all you have.

Root your feet in the drying earth.

Draw your sword,

Launch your offense at the one thing that can help you, it's your downfall: 1¢.

The past is over,

What you fought for is shattered,

It's over.

Pray to the spoils of the past,

Think fast: you are on a fallin’ frisbee,

Think faster: you’re in the ground.

Plug in the broken speaker: it's your resistance $100,000

Entwine your fate with your goldfish: it's all over.

Entwine your fate with the Over: the past.

It's over.

Look at the shattered diamond: diamonds are forever,

Pick up a shard of the shattered diamond: it's your past: $∞.

Can I join this round?

Cool, I'll enter this.