Oh wow I love it Leafpool!

Crossing my fingers for the formatting! 

drowning on dry land~

someone told me that loneliness 

wasn’t really that bad, that loneliness 

is easy to overcome, that all you have 

to do is say hi, and boom—

you have friends, and that’s supposed

to solve the problem. 

i don’t really think they understand

the true force, the true magnitude 

of being alone. 

if they did, i don’t suppose 

they would say that, because it’s almost 

impossible to escape such an overarching

greyness with no scars, you can’t forget

that easily, it’s a battle of the wits— how 

long can you hold on? 

i don’t suppose that everyone realizes that

loneliness is like drowning in the ocean, 

being dragged down by something, something, 

surrounded by people, but no one can seem to help. 

i don’t suppose they realize that loneliness

is a gut-wrenching sort of feeling, like those

pre-presentation butterflies, but magnified by thousands, 

like someone stabbed a knife into your soul and twisted, 

loneliness isn’t temporary, darling, 

look around, look around.  

Top! I can't wait until judging!

There haven't been too many poems. Hopefully more people will join soon! 

I'm going to extend the deadline to next Saturday and I will be judging on Sunday. Please post your poems people!

A little girl advances across an alleyway

A void of black space, suffocating her as she

Approaches

The roadblock

And as her breathing becomes labored,

As her heart pounds against her chest, becoming heavier by
the minute

She steps, and touches it with her hand

A wisp of darkness, of blackness, of forever, forever,
forever blackness

Wraps itself around her, and says:

Rules are
life’s roadblocks

The rules
are:

I) You can
do anything, but don’t cross the roadblocks

II) You can
be anything, but don’t cross the roadblocks

III) You can
have anything, but don’t cross the roadblocks

And the rules go on, on, on…

The wisp wraps tighter around the girl, and screams:

These very
same rules spoke in my jail cell

And they
said:

I) You can do
anything, but don’t cross the roadblocks

II) You can
be anything, but don’t cross the roadblocks

III) You
can-

How can these be rules?

How can I do anything, but not do the thing that clings to my
heart, my soul?

For I am already imprisoned, not against your grip around my heart,
but against the roadblock

For the roadblock doesn’t protect me from the things outside

It instead keeps me hidden in this oasis of hatred

The little girl peers over the roadblock

And she sees a

Mother

Father

Sister

Brother

Breaking free of the black void, she leaps over the roadblock

And flies into

Their arms

Everyone's poems are amazing! Are you going to judge soon?

@Leafpool and Kitten:

Thanks so much for saying that!  You guys are really amazing writers, and it was nice of you to say that!

Everyone's poems are amazing.  They're all amazingly beautiful. 

I'm kind of sad that so few people joined, but they have been given time and have still not. So I will go on with judging.

Third place goes to Treble Clef. I loved the incorporation of the rules and how very crazy and stupid they were and how the poem ended. The fact that she got a family.

I couldn't choose a second place because, well you'll see. Unless you're not reading this in order. 

And in first place we have..... Drumroll please....... Leafpool and September are actually tied. I can't simply chose one winner can I? I loved each of your poems so much, that I couldn't choose the better one. I congratulate you Leafpool, on overcoming your poet's block (if briefly) to write this glorious poem. I liked how they were about different aspects of lonliness, one describing and the other telling a story. I love how September used the simile in line 17 (yes I counted) about how loneliness is like drowning in an ocean and being surrounded by people but no one can help. And I loved the formatting on Leafy's and the emotion that was contained in the short little poem.

Honrable mention to Kitten for A) being the only other person participating, and B) for using science as a basis for your poem. I love science.

@Leafpool and September: You two can work out among yourselves which will judge, or you can collaborate. It's up to you.