The Bridge (a contest entry)

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Okay,this is a weird entry for Brave Owl's contest.I had written this poem when I was in my 7th grade and I just thought of editing it,adding a few paragraphs and here it is..a product of my bizarre imaginations when I was little kid..hope you guys like it..eNjOY:)

I remember the day well

The ones following were more like hell

Herein I am to tell

The way some events cast their spell.

Mum used to say,

“There, across the bridge what lay,

As the folklores say,

Are creatures from whom, we are to stay away”

Years ago, there I was.

Trying to reason out the cause

Humans’ hands weave things,

like faults and remorse.

That younger me, knew somewhere within,

The bridge had to be crossed.

One fine morn,

At the crack of dawn,

When cloak-and-dagger couldn’t be borne

I set out with my old diary, tattered and torn.

My clammy hands clasped around it

As the bridge at a distance could be seen

With quivering steps I went further,

It looked like the arc of a dark sun,

Rising from the seascape, a marine.

The branches of the trees in close proximity

Hovered over it like dying arms.

The once fallen pale leaves

Made it look like a lifeless body with scars.

As I moved forward

Propelled by a swift breeze

The bridge like an old rocking chair

Swayed and creaked.

Stepping the other side

I heard some voices ring

As if the air was saying something and I feared t’was

“You’ve just not done the right thing”

Hours I walked

And then a halt

As I heard the blood curdling scream

Yeah, something did rush behind

I turned and saw...nonentity?!

But felt a cold airstream.

I could feel a stare

A parlous glare

The presence of a being

Unheard of; Unseen.

I knew it was too late to turn back

Too late to regret

The stares had held me prisoner

It was dark, the sun had long set.

Fatigue and fear held me down

I lost consciousness,

And was about to hit the ground.

When something caught my arm and whirled me round.

Then I remember myself being carried as a limp

On icy cold shoulders stiff.

My lids felt heavy

A pang in my head

I opened my eyes half and...

Saw a pair claret red.

I realised he was inches from me

Smelling like red wine and lilies

His body was glinting against his white shirt

As he brought his lips close to my ears.

 “Want some?” he asked and then raised a goblet.

He was drinking something and it was all red...


My heart froze

I felt my body go numb

As he brought the goblet to his lips

And a drop trickled down his thumb

I pushed him away and tried to escape

But his strong hand caught me by the nape

The other I sank my teeth into as he tried to clutch my hand

“Lemme go”

He smiled and said,

“Oh baby you shouldn’t have done that”

The place he lived in was an abandoned cottage

He was a different dead

I had always thought,

The dead meant bulging eyes and horns on head


He won’t let me go

I would ask him several times a day “What am I here for?”

“You chose to come here” he would say.

“You’re like my plaything.Shouldnt I play?”

He made me drink blood

Never a bite or cut

And on my questioning he would say

“You’re my jackpot”

“How old are you?”

I had asked him once

To which he had replied, “102”.

He used to read something.

Sitting by the window, all through the night.

Thinking I was asleep,

While I used to stare at him, reading in the moon light.

One day he came up to me

His eyes looked calmer,

A shade lighter than the ruby.

“Run” he said.

And I fear, a tear rolled down my cheeks.

I further remember only, running over the bridge.

I must have collapsed

Woke up to find myself, back in my bed.

Mum said, my eyes looked all red.

I discovered, I had left him a memoir

My diary, which I guess, he had already read.

My days were ruined, nights were like hell.

His face I could see

Everywhere my eyes went.

The bridge even today, races down my heartbeat.

 It’s like the connection between me, alive and his, non-existing.

Submitted: May 08, 2015

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Wow that poem sums up all kinds of poetry very motivating start turning into horror for a bit then romance, it gets the readers lost in its folds, very lovely poem indeed ^_^

Fri, May 8th, 2015 2:03pm


Yayy...Thank you so much...Glad you liked it :) and the thing is that..i started writing horror and never realised when i wrote romance..thanks again btw.. :)

Fri, May 8th, 2015 7:13am


I'm spellbound, speechless. This is so damn ah-mazing. Everything paranormal is amazing and if it's written by you then it has to be perfect. The way you played with the words rendered me speechless. This is golden, so beautiful, it needs to be treasured. The flow was so smooth, the rhyme was just perfect, you couldn't make it any more better and your special talent of giving everything a romantic twist had the best of you. All the good adjectives will be nothing more than understatements for this one. This is one hell of a poem and I'm so damn sure you're gonna win. SO PREFECT, IT IS. GOOD LUCK ILY, GENIUS.

Fri, May 8th, 2015 4:17pm


Oh My God..Thank you so much Awn..^_^ and i think the conversation we had the other day,brought out the lover in me :) for you think I'll win,even if I dont,I'll be happy... Coz you make me feel like a winner already ^_^...thank you so so so much ya :)

Fri, May 8th, 2015 11:10am

Brave Owl

Wow!! Just plain awesome!! THank you for the wonderful contest entry!! Stick around, because May 12th, you may be our winner!! :) *fan girling*

Fri, May 8th, 2015 6:32pm


YaY YaY YaY....Thank you so much...eagerly waiting for the results.. :)

Sat, May 9th, 2015 12:54am


You know what? I have never read something so damn uh-am-azing I mean I am stunned to silence. It was just so enchanting... Which monsters keeps a human prisoner, makes them drink blood, doesn't harm them physically and then let's them go? That difference adds to whole thing. I mean it just gives it another dimension altogether. One unheard of. It was os damn captivating. The words just wove a web of uh-am-azingness around me. Honestly speaking, more than the dead, it reminds me of the dark human side of oneself. The one we kept caged in and the same which resurfaces only at times. That is the whole beauty of this piece. I didn't find many mistakes but the one I noticed was "The stares that held me prison"; I think that should have been prisoner. But then it's your poem and you decide. Othe rthan that it was a genius of a work. I can't believe that it was written in 7th grade. Even if you edited it, I bet the story line remained the same. The poem was truly phenomenal. Still, I am dazed. Shocked even. This honestly seems like one of the best of your works.

Sat, May 9th, 2015 9:03am


Thank you so much dear..and I really like the monster, er, no monster, he's my beautiful kind devil..I wanted to write about a character like Damon from vampire diaries, my love you know. ..*sighs*..and and when somethings about him,I try to pour my heart into...I guess it worked..and the mistake, yes, that should be prisoner. .Thanks for pointing out..I'll just correct it..The story line is the same as it was before...I just added the diary, the goblet, the duration of her stay..Thanks again for such a lovely comment. .means a lot :)

Mon, May 11th, 2015 2:23am


And I forgot to add, you have nailed the competition for sure. I really think the contest organizer would be a freak if they didn't acknowledge this as a winner. It truly is of that high calibre

Sat, May 9th, 2015 9:53am


Oh guys already made me the winner..thank you soooo much, love :)

Mon, May 11th, 2015 1:55am

unmasked delusions

:-0 Wowzers...amazing bhavya. Theres just so much I like about it- I don't know if I can express it all. The poem didn't just speak to me it really told a story. And that alone intrigues me-it was just so deep though it had a unique feeling behind it- great job at adding a little horror too. I can't say much more because everyone already described how beautiful and awesome it is...Also, I feel like a lot of people can connect to this in their own way and make it into their own story in a way. I like how it was sort of reality/fantasy and how it felt magical and dark at the same time. Really good job

Tue, May 12th, 2015 5:41am


Thank you So So know I love whatever you write and such a sweet comment from you really means a lot..Thankyou again for reading and commenting..glad you liked it :)

Mon, May 11th, 2015 11:46pm


"he's my
beautiful kind devil"? (laughing, laughing, laughing… hold on still laughing, don't interrupt me I'm still laughing- hahah... uh-uhmm... sorry about that). Nice job Bhavy, fixing romance in horror (lover girl, hahah). "Bhavy and da Monster" right? Lols... Congratulations on being da winner of da contest, Brave Owl is gon be like "Is this damn mic on?_1-2, 1-2, mic check_I present to yho da winner of da creepy and cool matters contest- Bhavya Sinha and Scarlett be like: wooh! wooh! wooh! Go Bhavi__ Natty be like: Yho rock girl, yur uh-amazing__ Josephicated be like: Hahahah, she deserves it (be at a corner bragging/lying to friends and some of da audience "I taught her everything she knows" and they be like: Wow yho must be super intelligent__ and I be like: yeah! I know right, I get that a lot. And yho will just walk over to say "hi" and quickly I switch topic and be like: as I was saying Bhavy is a gurl who loves to rhyme I learnt alotta stuff from her *pretend like I just noticed yho* Hey! hi Bhavy, I was just telling these people how awesome yho are and not lying to them about yho learning all yho know from me). When is comment gon end? Don't know maybe da best horror+romance poem ever deserves da longest Booksie comment ever. Me laughing at da start of this comment da reason I ain't gon tell yet. Me wanting this to be da longest comment yho've ever received will make me play around a little "She's young awesome and sweet/ her works are unique bringing yha whatever yho need/ pain, suspense, agony and sometimes yho read em and just wanna dance/ I'm wondering why she haven't been crowned "da Queen of Romance/ A specie with stuffs pleasing to all, he coughs/ and when she writes even love may FALL in love/ longest booksie comment ever coming from another noble guy/ who's never seen yha but knows yho've gat da heart of a soldier, Bhavya Sinha aka Lover gurl". Did I do it? Is this Booksie's longest comment ever/ yho've received?. Lots of love to yha, Thanks and sorry for da extra large comment.

Fri, May 15th, 2015 9:02am


Awesome!!! Loved it... great rhyming with a nice and smooth flow! Enjoyed reading thoroughly!!! :)

Thu, May 21st, 2015 5:35pm


Absolutely lovely. Keep it up.

Sat, June 27th, 2015 2:04pm


Wow, really great job!!!

Tue, August 11th, 2015 6:43am


The poem has a very strong imagery and the word play! Congrats!

Sun, November 8th, 2015 2:06am

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