[Broccoli_Bento]

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username & number;
Broccoli_Bento // 965616

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name; Marcelo "Mars"
gender; male

poem;

As a child I found myself in front a purple box.
To me it was a treasure trove of many sparkly things.
To my eyes, this sight I'd seen, I could not pull away.
Such a pretty box was filled with varying diamond rings.

I made away with it without a second thought.
That year I discovered kleptomania, twas I diagnosed.
I wondered after if guilt was a thing that I  should have felt.
But these shiny things I held in hand, I was too engrossed.

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[captain dude]

username & number; captain dude 1003555
name; Flit
gender; Female
poem;

The Magpie’s Nursery Rhyme
(She sings this as she collects random little trinkets and puts them in her “wings” er, up her sleeves since she saw a nesting bird do that with strips of colorful paper and was so impressed, she decided to mimic it.)

Shiny, shiny little things
I can put them in my wings
Everything seen with my eyes
Shall soon become my little prize

As I sing my happy rhyme,
I pick up a little dime
Grab them with my tiny paws
Slippery between my claws

But if I drop them on the floor,
I shall have the dimes no more
Treasures come and treasures go
Worth is more than value though

The worth of them is more than gold
In the memories they hold
Though in these treasures I do boast
It’s still the fun I’ll remember most

art; [ optional ]

[Kyar]

username & number; kyar --- 320861
name; aloa
gender; female

poem;

their voices rumbled under the ringing of troubled ears
a cold whisper born of my own mind
racing down my throat to a fluttering heart
the stagnant stench of the doctor's office always felt so much the same

i stared back into my blue eyes like they belonged
to someone else
like this story belonged
to someone else

my mother was speaking but my head was long gone
the cloudy fog of tears in my eyes, my throat
held me stone still as the whoosh of air accompanied an open door
and the doctor "gave us some time"

i had a decision to make now
but how could i?
another surgery
to risk my life to keep it?

i remembered, as i stared into the hollow glass
what it was like to run
with hair flowing past my shoulders
to tie it up in a bun and laugh without question

i stared at a body that no longer felt like mine
no longer looked like mine
and here again i had to decide
how long do i wait? what will it change?

i see myself hidden somewhere in the pale of blue
tucked under layers of silver tears
and i can't help it anymore
the reflection has me, somewhere, hidden

but this body isn't mine anymore

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[Mimu]

username & number;
name;
gender;
poem;
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[LostInTheEcho]

username & number; LostInTheEcho — 680104
name; Myles
gender; Male
poem;
Nothing but a dark smudge
With the single exception
A chest blindingly white
Tought to never see flight
A screwed sense of perception

Eyes holding on to a grudge
Dull that once had been bright
Clinging to self deception
Time for inner reflection
Make it count, make it right

Start to feel acception
Stop looking to find things to judge
See inside, find the light
Don’t let go, hold on tight
To a conviction that won’t budge


Made to catch attention
So shiny, even the sludge
A smile that brings alight
Even the darkest night
All that was needed a nudge

To give yourself a warmer reception,
Filled with love and adoring affection
You now know, despite
Your initial fright
You can find love in your own reflection

[Amplify]

➤ username & number;; amplify [#426059]
➤ name;; maeve
➤ gender;; female
➤ poem;;


May the wind lift my wings,
and the day break the night,
as my heart strongly sings
for that which catches the light.

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I love the way they conspire,
the soft whispers of the wind,
to lead me farther and higher,
away from that which is dimmed.

There is not a place too far,
too hidden from my eyes,
where what shines like a star
could be lost to disguise.

They glitter and they gleam,
these treasures I covet;
not always what they seem,
my heart cries I love it, I love it.

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A nest is nothing without glamour,
my heart croons to my mind;
perhaps glass pebbles, designed to enamor,
which deserve to be admired in kind.

Or maybe the ribbons dancing in the sky,
their soft sparkles shedding;
how perfect, I sigh,
to be laced in my bedding.

Sitting before my nest,
I cannot believe the odds,
that I, unlike the rest,
have finery befitting the gods.

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Yet more than gemstones,
and jewelry, and gold,
are the memories etched in my very bones,
treasures which can never be lost or sold.

Eyes sparkling brighter than diamonds,
I live to see them smile and trill;
with a laugh like a sirens,
beckoning me closer still.

Hair glinting under the summer sun,
I hope these memories never fade;
days marked by joy and fun,
when the light overpowers the shade.

~~~

May the wind lift my wings,
and the day break the night,
as my heart strongly sings
for that which catches the light.

[Ucanthandleme]

username & number; Ucanthandleme + 809102
name; Mirk
gender; Male
poem;
A fish in the ocean

It was stolen by the ocean
The shiny thing I saw
Tumbling
Twisting
Turning
Rolling into the ocean with the tide
It disappeared into the ocean

I searched for it
It’s sparkle enchanted me
Calling me below the waves
Come
Come
Come
It whispered from below the waves
The shiny thing I saw
I had to get it back from the ocean

It was stolen by the ocean
It took another one away
Shining
Gleaming
Sparkling
It showed at the tips of the waves
Then sunk back under

I searched for them
All the shiny things within the waves
The things the ocean stole
Mine
Mine
Mine
They were mine below the waves
The shiny things I saw
Finally came up to the shore

I stole them from the ocean
They came up on the dusty sand
Flip
Flop
Flip
Many shiny things from the ocean
I stole them from the ocean

Thier pretty scales gleamed
But soon dried
They weren’t so shiny any more
Shiny
Shiny
Shiny
My shiny things were gone
The sun stole my shiny things
So I have to wait for more

art;

[magpie!]

the winner of this kalon is...

granger [908901]



username & number; granger #908901
name; pandora
gender; female
poem;

things that shine are not always commodities
for the wealthy or those in luck
shiny things are everywhere we look

the shine of the moon and the stars
twinkling confidently in the night

the shine of my mother's eyes
when I compliment her cooking

the shine of dancing flames
amidst a smokey beach

the shine of the christmas lights
my father and I hang together

and the shine of a poet's ink
fearlessly cascading from her pen

I love all shiny things
even those I cannot collect

art; [ optional ]


your poem really spoke to me, and I love that it talks about the shiny things that are so precious, yet intangible.

and HMs go to:


NightMareRose [761033]
Zailune [103475]
cocoa [273447]
Mercuré [775908]
Kyar [320861]
Amplify [426059]
Ucanthandleme [809102]
Lex. [959439]
captain dude [1003555]
You all wrote such fantastic poems, this was a hard comp for me to judge!

[Broccoli_Bento]

Big congrats!

[•boo•]

Congrats!! Thanks for the HM!!