[jensen ackles]

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[nebulavery]

username ♦️ nebulavery

name ♦️ Busela
from Zulu, meaning "independent and happy"

gender ♦️ female

poem ♦️
It’s 3 am,
and you’re on the highway
trying to drive away from your past.
It slumbers in the floorboards—
an envelope, unopened, smelling faintly of Vanilla Fields and regret.

It’s behind you
like
everything
else

Ahead is a stoplight, a town,
a dry cleaners.
A painstakingly painted replica of where you just were,
with a few names smudged into unfamiliarity.

It surrounds you
like
everything
smothering

Green—
you’re gone, twisting through the veins of the interstate,
not going towards anywhere but from everywhere.
You choose whatever exit feels right,
praying you don’t loop back to where you were.
The road swirls around in lights and sound.

It lies ahead of you
like
everything
new

showtime♦️
The audience rustles with anticipation as the lights dim. A moment later, the curtains part and Busela steps onto stage, basking in the lights and applause.

"Welcome, everyone!"

The cheering continues.

"You know, people never give the audience enough credit. I stand up here being funny most of the time, but y'all never fail to clap. You've got the best job performance record ever."
♦️♦️♦️
Busela started comedy as a way of earning a few extra bucks—scribble down a line here and there, gather and shape them all into something cohesive, take a deep breath, and step onstage. It was a hobby more than anything, a way to take the worst parts of her life and wrap them neatly into something humorous. Then word started getting around, and Busela found herself with more and more of a crowd. She put more effort into her routines, started marketing herself, and eventually quit her other job altogether. Though Busela says she does comedy just for the money, she can often be found giving shows for free whenever she feels someone needs a laugh.

[cyberdragon725]

Username; cyberdragon725
Name; Zawadi
(Means Gift in Swahili)
Gender; Male
Poem; wip
Extra(200 Words);
Nickname: Zawi (Zuh-We)

[iBrevity]

marking real quick

maybe name Xolani??? a south African name meaning "stay in peace"
called Xoe (like zoe)

[Master of Nothing]

Oml Res!

[vivi.]

Res

[The One & Only Vapor]

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➨ ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ ;; the one & only vapor

➨ ｎａｍｅ ;; inyoni liyana; former is a zulu word meaning "bird," latter is a zulu word meaning "it is raining"

➨ ｇｅｎｄｅｒ ;; non-binary

➨ ｐｏｅｍ ;;

new stars gather around their feet
with starlit eyes and stride so fleet
in this, the world is emerald cast,
but beauty's never made to last

the voices told the stars to wait
yet they had long decided fate
this being would have immense power
but only used in final hour

slowly the sun constricts their breath
the moon won't come and they near death
though they struggle to find purpose
all they find is worthlessness

the sun rose without a warning
turned green to gold and night to morning
and as they thought it all will end
they rose up and began again


i cannot help what my hands do
i'm sorry if i strangle you
i am a monster, you will learn
and you had better be concerned

like the moon my eyes are thieves
their emerald hue was never green
i never learned to make my own light
so i'm a lover of the night


they will touch their paw to their cheek
refusing to admit they're weak
it comes away spotted with blood
their actions cannot be undone

they croon softly to the new moon
eyes pale like the first storm of june
they have ruined all that they loved
seeking comfort in night above

some of them fades into shadow
other pieces are set aglow
they are a patchwork piece of art
and their pelt reflects their heart

they are a shadow, nothing more
but like one that's been seen before
and sometimes when the sky is grey
all that matters fades away

a mad king on a lonesome throne
convinced that they are not alone
their eyes stare though they do not see
each friend taken for enemy

their eyes burn like pine tree fires
but their soul is trapped in mire
their eyes are hollow shells of grass
nothing beautiful was ever made to last.

➨ ｓｈｏｒｔ ｓｔｏｒｙ;;
a single dewdrop falls from a leaf. it hangs, suspended, globular surface altered from watery transparency to opalescent emerald by the green hues. another pair of emeraldine spheres watches this event transpire, closely, as if attempting to learn how to fall from this lone drop of water. though the sky is still dark, hours yet from dawn, this is alright; this is when this being is active most. their coat is a miscellany of colors, a chestnut tan to pale cream to deep black. one color fades into the background of the night, one stands out in the silver light of the moon, and the last stands alone, belonging to neither, a strange gray-hued spectre of the darkest hours. this being is not of day nor night, of black nor white, of up nor down. they are the in between, the eternal limbo, the brink that spans life and death. they are love and hate, peace and war.

but right now, they are just two eyes watching a dewdrop fall.

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[milo.]

Res

[Sheer]

Username; Sheer
Name; Tom (Aka - Tommy or Thomas)
Gender; Male
Poem;
Wild Side

Everyone has a wild side, that takes us on a wild ride.

We may not be perfect.
We may make mistakes.
We may hurt others.

We adventure, do things others could only dream of.
We go places our ancestors never could have imagined.
We create things that no one has ever thought to create before.

We move forward, though we may lose things in the past.
We make choices and sometimes those choices change us.
We learn from our mistakes and that's how we learn who we are.

We look to our future and we see our dreams.
We chase our destiny it takes us places we never thought.
We want something and we make sure that it happens.

We may lie.
We may cheat.
We may steal.

That's only because we all have a wild side, that takes us on a wild ride.
Through a little thing we call life.
Extra(200 Words);
"I don't know if I'm ready for this.." The words echoed in his head as he stood in the middle of all his paintings. His life works, just hanging there waiting to be judged. What would he do if everyone hated it..where would he go from here. Taking a deep breath Tom sat beneath one of his favorite pieces titled It is Possible and tried to ease his own worried mind. "Don't worry, they'll love it.." Rang out over and over again in his mind. As it started to approach the time the doors would first open, he began to notice a few people lining up outside. Though this eased his mind out others being interested in his work his heart was pounding so hard that it felt as though it was going to burst right out of his chest. His throat felt dry and his palms were sweating as he opened the doors. Everyone filed in and began to walk the room taking time to stop in front of each painting. Tom began to notice that everyone seemed to be smiling while looking at his paintings. With a sigh of relief he felt calm for the first time today.
200/200
(I thought it'd be cute if he was an artist because the name in Latin is "painted wolf" so I thought why not describe the first time he opened an art gallery to the public? oTL)

[Cryptz]

Oooh I need this girl in my life!


Res with the name Jane