[Cheeb]

hhOLY
possible res w/ the name evaline

[skywalker,]

username; skywalker,
name; Alice
gender; female
poem prompt; poem gonna be about life in general
at least one piece of art; wip

[MysteryAlley]

username; mysteryalley
name; jackie
gender; male
poem prompt;
i wake up today,
my heart will drag me to the woods
where i will dream of another life
where i can live without troubles

i will live as if nothing was wrong
i would be able to stand without falling
i could run without exaustion
i should stop being so foolish
the present is the future
the past is the past
nothing will ever be diffrent
everything is always the same

nothing changes with time
wounds never heal when those wounds are internal
those wounds are eternal
the flowers always bloom the same time every year
its just repitition

i will sleep for today,
but know another day
my heart will drag me to the woods
where i will know that nothing changes
life will always have its troubles

at least one piece of art;

[wajas]

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xxxusername; wajas
xxxname; Ladan
xxxgender; demi-girl (female pronouns!)
xxxpersonality; day-dreamer | sincere
xxx| friendly | naive | thoughtful |
xxxage; 21 years
xxxSexual Orientation; Panromantic
xxxDemisexual
xxxStatus; single
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In another life, I may be free.
I dance, I shout, I sometimes scream.
But when my days go dark, I head to sleep.

I wake up to a blurred world,
dreams, visions, and memories intermingle,
like the crashing of the ocean's bountiful waves.
Their melodic voices, distorted with time,
beckon me, tugging at my heart
like the yearn for survival.

Time whispers sweet nothings
into my ear, wishing for me to
look back, reflect, and breathe.

'Do no go forth, young one,'
she coos, voice smooth as
the sands encapsulated
within Time's hourglass,
'you have much to learn here'.

Tender, long fingers wrap
around my form, the dark
fingers slither closer to my throat,
silencing the reason within.

Breathe.

One.

Two.

Three.

B r e a t h e .

Three.

Two.

O n e .

I tug at Time's coiled serpents,
releasing their cold grasp on my voice.
I reach out, grasping onto the solid
reality in the midst of memories.
Luke-warm, I take hold of the life,
feeling the warmth trail out from my fingers.

The flames lick my cheeks, adorning
my solid face with a shower of boiling kisses.
His love is infectious.
Invigorating.

I embrace the life that I know and love,
the one filled with sharp turns,
a heart that beats out of affection,
with everlasting happiness as the prize.

My gaze sharpens while I hold the golden orb in my hands,
going back to the world that I know.

I return to the ever-changing cities,
both worn with time and burdened with unforetold destinies,
evolving technology and devolving behaviors,
the world where love is love and hate is despise.
The life filled with taunting secrets and recycled wisdom,
I close my eyes, kissing the goldenrod sphere in my palm.

Breathe.

One.

Two.

Three.

B r e a t h e .

Three.

Two.

O n e .

I look up.
Life looks down to me, her gaze filled with patience,
forged from millennia of creatures worshipping her guidance,
and smiles.

"Welcome back, my young one,"
she murmurs, outstretching her moss-clad hand.
I take it, feeling her refreshing energy
surge through me.
I am at peace.
I am at ease.
I am alive, and so very grateful for breathing.

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All art, unless otherwise mentioned, is drawn by me :3
[[375 words for poem]]

[gooey.]

RES w/ the name Tybalt or maybe Philip????

WIP  



username; ryan.
name; tybalt
gender; male
poem prompt;
in another life,
a life of mine once lived by many, fought and forgotten
through cloud after cloud of silver peonies and golden pennies,
set free by breeze and left in winter, traded for leaves and pleas
of "oh, your highness, so fair!" when, in fact, i was never there to
share.
when he looks at me like that i know he knows of the long lost
forgotten cost i once paid and was paid to collect; the cost that
by which a sword and a shield could protect, but could not reflect
my nights of horror and sorrow and prayers for tomorrow, my
bounding hope binded by tethered rags and lacks of food, while my
heart and my head were out of tune and one longed for riches, yet
one was caught in the niches of rags, never did i ease into the drag
of drowning drowsy dreams or dousing my head's seams with reality
and telling myself "no."
never once was "no" all i could show, never once did i listen to prose
of prices saying "here, here is royal, there, there is foiled chance without
means of advance." for me, my chance was never lost to glance, a dance
of reality and fiction, leaving me tranced and my motives frictioned.
No- i never gave up, and in time that proved to fill my cup with the reddest
wine and softest roses, bright to see and bright to noses, leaving behind
those days when all i had was days upon days of sickly haze, a worried daze
of confusion and poverty, though now they lack novelty and even necessarity
in my eyes.
with the title on my head, the silk sheets on my bed, the lack of existential
dread, i have achieved my new life, from rags to riches, but never will i forget
the niches and rivets of poverty without polish.

[PopcornBush]

username;
name;
gender;
poem prompt; "in another life,,," 500 word limit
at least one piece of art;

Res with name Nerdia

[WanSham]

mark
username;WanSham
name;
gender;
poem prompt; "in another life,,," 500 word limit
at least one piece of art;

[néktar]

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gender, male-------

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i feel my feet growing tired----
I'm so terribly desired----
"why?"----

they made me hurt----
they made me unhappy----
they made me curt----
they were so sappy----

he turned in disgust----
away from me he looked----
it turned my heart to dust----
in my eyes tears were hooked----

my stomach turned----
that's when i fled----
my skin, oh it burned----
and so my heart bled----

after me they ran----
the world grew dark----
i had no such plan ----
my fall left me with a mark----

all in my hair now----
here is my heart, as it cowers----
all along my brow----
covered in these flowers----

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william has always been a no nonsense kin
d of person. he does not like wasting his t
ime on trivial things that do not benefit hi
m or others he is close to. he does not oft
en seek out trouble either. he is earnest i
n his thoughts about someone or somethin
g never lying to anyone about anything, fo
r he sees no gain from it. he is fair when it
comes to giving his attention to things, bei
ng organized int he way he does his activit
ities and spends his time. he hates waistin
g time, it's a peeve of his which often lead
s him to straining himself beyond what he i
s capable of.

due to his stiff mindset it can be difficult fo
r him to do things outside of his comfort zon
e or break his routine for anything. he does
not often take time to worry about himself
as he is always busy doing something or oth
er that leaves him no time for luxuries. as a
cause of this he is often tense to do things,
never taking a leap of faith and is often ske
ptical of certain activities that involve risk
taking.

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"is it so wrong?"
i've asked myself this a million times. is it so wrong to love someone? anyone really? is it wrong to want to find happiness for yourself? is it
selfish? is it cruel? is it sinful?

no it's not, it's not wrong to want love, it's not wrong to want happiness. my father thought different of it. he thought it was wrong. he did
not understand what others felt,
he was cold, he was crooked, and he was close minded. he could not see past my sin, he did not recognize me as his son anymore
after what i had confessed to him. he was mortified with me, i was a stranger. i was a curse on the family name, a plague to him now. a bur
den that he'd never be able to wash his hands clean of. it burned, it hurt like hell as he screamed at me for this "treason" i had committe
d on the family name. i was taught the right way growing up, but i did not believe in it, i never followed those customs though i did prete
nd to listen i suppose i learned a few things, but it was all just wrong. acting like we were better than everyone else and having to keep our i
mage just right so no one second guessed us. it was sickening to say the least. i never wanted to live that way, but i guess that was all in
another life.

another life, the life i grew up with but never considered to be who i was. the night i committed this sin as what my father calls it, i ran.
i just ran. i could not take his anger, the pure flaming hatred and disappointment and anger that flashed in his eyes. i hated it, i hated
that he now hated me for something i could not control, for something that made me who i was. something i could not change even if i want
ed to, even though i could hide it i chose to tell the truth. i thought i could trust him i thought he would understand. he was my father,
the only family i had aside from my sister. it all just blew up in my face. it was such a terrible night, i still remember, constantly replayi
ng it in my mind what happened. why did it happen. it's because he could not except me. he could not see it through his strict way of life, go
ing with everything by the book, by the rules. unwilling to see me.

i'm sure your wondering what this great sin is, what was so horrifyingly wrong to my father. what was so repulsing that i had to flee my own
home. well i'll tell you, this miraculously horrible, revolting, sinful, treasonous thing that i did.

i loved a man.

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[peachpit]

username;Goofball217
name; Laveder for now, but I want something more creative.
gender;
poem prompt; "in another life,,," 500 word limit
at least one piece of art;

[zaz]

wow little udid a hecka good job on this one babe