This competition seems like fun, I'm not very good at poetry but I'd like to give it a try!
Your Name To Go By: Tetro
Models Name: Elodie Pennington
Musical Instrument: Drums
Gothic Attire: I think it's kinda Punk
Models Bio: Elodie was raised in an orphanage for as long as she could remember. Her parents (whoever they were) didn't even go through all the official stuff, they just left her on the steps of the orphanage. Elodie was always the outcast, she didn't necessarily have a bad personality, her looks just made people avoid her. When Elodie turned 18 she was kicked out of the orphanage and moved in with a guy she was seeing previously. The guy was way into music and spent a ton of time teaching Elodie to play the drums. After a bad breakup, Elodie stole the drum set from his apartment and went out on the road. Since then it's just Elodie and her drums as she travels around, trying to look for a good time where ever she can.
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Withering flowers interspersed amongst the footsteps stained red.
A lane of unending torment, the foot’s trailing forever mark’ed against the cool ground.
It was a path once so full of vitality and joy,
Of endless bliss and wondrous oblivion.
She was his creation,
Fashioned to embody the ideal of perfection.
Every limb and joint procured and assembled with meticulous dedication.
At times he was a doting parent, at others a firm mentor,
And with him she found herself enticed;
Captive to the intoxicating allure of infatuation.
It was a love that grew steadily,
Over the course of many moons and dazzling sunsets,
All in glorious melange with the sweet melody of the violin,
Weaving its beautiful tune amongst the stars and whispering trees.
But such an abnormal attraction can have but one fate.
A flame flickers in the darkness.
A lone flame that illuminates the accurs’ed scene.
It was a night like any other, precluded by the sound of strings,
Its usual harmony however, was tainted by an unsettling screech.
The doll ran through the mansion to find her beloved creator crumpled
Alongside his scattered books and littered candles.
In her arms he breathed his last;
No amount of desperate pleas or tortured sobs able to reclaim his soul.
Since that hour,
The violin has seldom left the doll’s hand.
For in its melody,
And interwoven amongst its bittersweet tune,
Rests her creator.
And through the score,
Behind those musical bars,
With every stroke of the bow against strings;
She is reunited with her love.
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is there any reason why some of you have black backgrounds ? its not a problem, just a coincidence or did you think i required it?
maybe it helps with the point focusing on it telling about your model
Yes, I have a black background because anything else just was way to distracting or clashing. And the black really made everything else stand out. That's why I took many pictures, different backgrounds, different poses, etc. In the end though I always came back to the black. ^_^
@Ninjahawkz: Thank you! I'm glad that the piece was able to evoke such an emotional response
As for the black background, I thought that it was most appropriate since it was a more abstract piece that required the illusion of a dark mental road. The color crimson is also accentuated beautifully against the darkened atmosphere.
@TetroFreak73: Tetro, I got chills reading your poem. The ending is so powerful and the reinforcement with that thematic sentence is absolutely brilliant.
I'm glad it's good! I love poetry but I have the hardest time getting my thoughts down on paper! Your poem was amazing though, it had so much emotion and the word choice really pulled it all together!
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Your Name To Go By: Tetro
Models Name: Elodie Pennington
Musical Instrument: Drums
Gothic Attire: I think it's kinda Punk
Models Bio: Elodie was raised in an orphanage for as long as she could remember. Her parents (whoever they were) didn't even go through all the official stuff, they just left her on the steps of the orphanage. Elodie was always the outcast, she didn't necessarily have a bad personality, her looks just made people avoid her. When Elodie turned 18 she was kicked out of the orphanage and moved in with a guy she was seeing previously. The guy was way into music and spent a ton of time teaching Elodie to play the drums. After a bad breakup, Elodie stole the drum set from his apartment and went out on the road. Since then it's just Elodie and her drums as she travels around, trying to look for a good time where ever she can.
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Bodyshot:
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@Angel Hey! I finally got enough money for a new computer! It's good to be back in competitions again xD
That's great ^_^! Glad to see you back
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Withering flowers interspersed amongst the footsteps stained red.
A lane of unending torment, the foot’s trailing forever mark’ed against the cool ground.
It was a path once so full of vitality and joy,
Of endless bliss and wondrous oblivion.
She was his creation,
Fashioned to embody the ideal of perfection.
Every limb and joint procured and assembled with meticulous dedication.
At times he was a doting parent, at others a firm mentor,
And with him she found herself enticed;
Captive to the intoxicating allure of infatuation.
It was a love that grew steadily,
Over the course of many moons and dazzling sunsets,
All in glorious melange with the sweet melody of the violin,
Weaving its beautiful tune amongst the stars and whispering trees.
But such an abnormal attraction can have but one fate.
A flame flickers in the darkness.
A lone flame that illuminates the accurs’ed scene.
It was a night like any other, precluded by the sound of strings,
Its usual harmony however, was tainted by an unsettling screech.
The doll ran through the mansion to find her beloved creator crumpled
Alongside his scattered books and littered candles.
In her arms he breathed his last;
No amount of desperate pleas or tortured sobs able to reclaim his soul.
Since that hour,
The violin has seldom left the doll’s hand.
For in its melody,
And interwoven amongst its bittersweet tune,
Rests her creator.
And through the score,
Behind those musical bars,
With every stroke of the bow against strings;
She is reunited with her love.
EDIT: Nope. Not yet. I have to resize this. The size is killing me...
Edit: Now I am... Sizing was terrible... Yick.
Finished!
that seriously brought tears in my eyes !
@star, great!
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is there any reason why some of you have black backgrounds ? its not a problem, just a coincidence or did you think i required it?
maybe it helps with the point focusing on it telling about your model
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As for the black background, I thought that it was most appropriate since it was a more abstract piece that required the illusion of a dark mental road. The color crimson is also accentuated beautifully against the darkened atmosphere.
I've been abandoned before
Left for dead
You don’t have to worry
I can carry on alone
I already know,
Nobody wants trash.
All I can do
Is wait until death
I’ll just disappear
Nothing will change
I already know,
Nobody needs trash.
No place to stay
Nothing but booze and garbage
People just pass by
Not taking a second look
I already know,
Nobody cares for trash.
But without me
It can’t play
Thunder can’t boom
Lightning can’t crash
So it’ll stay right behind me…
Something needs trash.
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we need about 10 more
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