May Mixup Madness (MMM) 2015

Welcome back to another round of May Mixup Madness (MMM). I am your host, kiwi-damnation and I hope you've all had a great 2015 so far. This month will hopefully bring a lot of fun and awesome your way. AAA went pretty well with some great entries . Well done to those who participated. I meant to put this up earlier but life gets in the way at times. Let's get ready to kick ass with May Mixup Madness. Who's with me?

Ready?

Ok.

May Mixup Madness follows a similar structure to the cento poetic form in that you choose ONE musician or poet and use lines from various pieces of theirs. You can't use more than one line from each piece so if you're creating an 8 line, 2 stanza poem, you will need 8 different songs or poems to draw from. Once you have your musician/band/poet and your chosen lines, all you have to do is stitch them together to create something new and amazing!

Choose it, Find it, Stitch it!

1.Choose ONE poet/musician.
2.Find ONE line per piece of their work from as many pieces as you like.
3.Stitch it together!


Stipulations

Please note us with your pieces so we can collect them in this folder.
In your artist's comments, please link this blog and mention the artist you used and the songs/pieces in order.
If you would like to enter the contest to potentially win a sub, you can only enter ONE piece. Choose your favourite one and note us with this entry and we will include it to be judged. All of your entries can be entered into the folder though.
Have an incredible time creating something totally different.

EXAMPLES

Twenty-FiveYou’re something that never should have happened.
Didn’t we meet in the night in my sleep somewhere?
When you sleep and you dream and there’s no-one there,
You don’t wanna know what’s running through my mind…
No more Mr. Nice Guy!
And I know trouble is brewin’ out there,
Your own private pain.
My sins cut deeper than the teeth on a saw
(Don’t tell your preacher) –
I’m so scared your little head will come off in my hands:
Your kingdom’s like your body; it dies and goes to hell.
I’ve got a never-ending battle inside
And I’m trapped inside a night without a day.
(sometimes, I just… can’t… die…)
But we’ll make it through our blackest hour
In a bad place alone;
You’ll still be waiting in refrigerator heaven,
Always chewing nails; it never, ever fails,
But it’s just a joke now.
I kiss the tears off from your chest,
So dead upon the bed, still searching for your head
And your carnival of Trapped in the MemoryI want to be in another place,
It doesn't matter how hard I try,
I don't know what's worth fighting for,
It's all too much to take in,
My walls are closing in.
Sometimes I need to remember just to breathe…
Something has been taken from deep inside of me,
I can't feel the way I did before,
It’s like nothing I can do can distract me,
The darkness holding me tightly,
All I ever think about is this.
There's no escape…
Life’s harder everyday,
Feel it in your chest,
Making your heart stop,
I can not explain to you anything I say or do,
All I've got is what you didn't take.
You wouldn't even recognize me anymore…
I'm strong on the surface,
And now you think this person really is me,
Uphill struggle, blood, sweat and tears,
Replaced freedom with fear,
I've become so numb, I can't feel you there.
I cannot take this anymore…
It's like a whirlwind inside of my head,
The pace is too fast,
The sacrifice of hiding in a lie,
I want to run away, never say good bye,
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This challenge runs from May 1st 12am GMT to June 1st GMT.  I look forward to seeing your entries.

So consult your iPods or your poetry collections and find your muse. It's about to get awesome up in here.





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