[howling dog]

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Howling Dog

Name: Margo

Gender: Female (She/her)

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For You
The roar of the crowd slams into your years
The sound pierces through your eardrums before moving onward in a ceaseless journey
It consumes you inside and out until your world is nothing but a cascade of light and sound
It digs down past your ears into your throat before fighting its way into your bones
Shaking your veins until your heart pulses in time with their calls
Until your breaths escape you in the rhythm of their cheers

They are cheering aren't they?
It can be so hard to tell sometimes

You are 100 feet in the air and the only thing between you and the ground
The only thing between you and empty air and the frozen shock of nothingness
The only thing keeping those precious cheers from turning into something
Something darker
Is a length of tight rope that looks almost dainty strung between the two crimson platforms
lit up by the stage lights it looks like a piece of thread strung across the dreary framework of the big top

And every night you are drawn across it. An insatiable desire compels you to take step after step along its length
Anything for those cheers after all

You take your first step and the rope bucks under you like an a horse not quite used to a saddle
Springing back and forth under your weight in protest of your movements
Still your body moves instinctively. Honed to the slide and sway of the rope. You find your balance effortlessly
The crowd’s cheers have dipped into a hushed silence and yet
and yet you can still hear them
Maybe it's your imagination but you swear you can still hear them

You swear they’re breathing in unison. In and out. Like one massive creature spread out over the stands
One massive writhing tide all here for one thing

For You

Your feet begin to move with the creature’s breaths
It breathes in and your foot glides down the rope. It breathes out and you still to adjust your balance
In and out as you dance down your silk thread inch by inch closer to safety
But that’s not your real goal. It never was. You can’t be bothered to care about something like that
Every inch is a moment closer to those wonderful cheers
And that compels you to keep moving step by careful step

You are so close when the ropes twists in a way you weren't ready for and in a heartbeat
your body beings to topple and you being to imagine
You imagine the feeling of the air rushing around you as you plummet towards the ground
You imagine the way the crushing silence of the crowd would turn intro shrieks of horror
And just for a moment you wonder if it would sound similar to the cheers
You wonder if it would it feel the same?

The same passion and emotion crashing into you. Filling up the tent just as it fills your being
All that sound. All that adoration. All of that

For you

However you are no amateur and you catch yourself with all the ease of a seasoned master
So you guess you won’t find out today. Maybe tomorrow
And your nimble body keep gliding along the last few feet of tattered brown rope
Your heart still pulsing along with the rise and fall of the crowd
Until the last step. The last space between you and the platform. You and survival.
You and the cheers.

You take it and you feel the first tentative brush of your satin slipper touch the weathered material of the platform
And you being to hear them. The crowd. The cheers

They leap to their feet. No longer one creature but a mass of moving bodies bouncing in their excitement
They sing out their joy at your safety and your survival. At your talent and your technique.
You let the sound bath you in glory and for just a second you feel whole
Drowning in the cacophony of your own success you accept that the risk and fear are worth it
Night after night in the sky alone with nothing but rope. Worth it for this blissful sensation. Because all of their joy.
Because all of it is

For you

[Svetigris]

username; Mewwthesabertiger
name; Irina Kavinskaya
gender; female
palette; #E92EFB #FF2079 #440BD4 #04005E
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poem;
With her hair pulled backand her harley tee
Her jeans untorn except for her knee
She jumps on her bike and kicks first gear
Destination unknown, she doesn't care

Second, third, fourth and fifth,
Hand on her throttle and she's shifting gear
As her wind blows throgh her very soft hair
All her troubles seem to just dissapear

As she listens to the thunder of her pipes
It starts to cloud up, she doesn't mind
She's been here before, she 'll do it again
She's a lady rider, she's tough you'll find

And when her ride is finally over,
And her bike comfily parked inside
She thanks the lord once more
For this sucessful ride
(i edited a bit of a poem i heard at Rock n Ride)

[Cinxer]

Mark

[royalpoppy]

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[Chickpea]

username; CompleteChicken
name; Theodore
gender; Male
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picture;
poem;

Wip!!

[scarecrowz]

username; jurassic,
name; Estelle
gender; female
palette; x
picture; x
poem;
(wrote this myself, i'm awful at poetry so im really sorry for what you are about to read)


white dotted stars against a black canvas sky,
an endless galaxy, planets floating through the air,
burning stars, oh when will you learn, the brighter you burn the faster you fall,
lights of energy and gas, yellows and whites,
bringing the world to life they'll spark and burn and do what they do,
but then they die, they do it so proud
they explode, their last bits of energy spreading wide,
the universe is only black here, yet further away it's so pretty,
pinks and purples, pastel blues, paint the sky,
they flood themselves with their pretty light, glowing and burning,
yet even though they look so pretty, they act so humble, they could easily outshine anything with their beauty
till nothing is left except for them, yet they don't, they stay right where they are
and the stars make them even prettier, the specks in the sky bringing it all to life, millions of miles
worth of all this beauty, stars, universes planets and stuff yet here i am
the ugliest thing to see, nobody even tries to look at me anymore,
why look at something plain when the sky is filled with such great wonder anyway?
why stare at the same dull face when something bigger, better, and more elegant in every way is out behind you

a simple black sky, you take a simple black sky
sprinkle in some space dust, rub around some gold and fuchsia,
add the golden spirits called stars that burn so bright, to bring it all to life
there you have it, a beautiful night sky,
the same one I look up to every night,
yet I don't see the pretty parts that astronomers see
but even when looking at the boring parts it seems so much better than me

the big sun, it gets all the fame, leaves the moon behind
blesses us with rays of light that stick to the earth, and as it sets
gives off waves of goodbye before it dips down low to rest behind mountains and trees,
and it'll rise again, and again and again like every other day,
it burns so bright, brighter than the moon, of course they'd love it more

when I gaze out my window at night, I see the same universe someone else
miles away sees when they look up high,
we both see the spotted sky,
it covers the earth like a writer spilled ink all over the planet,
and I hate those nights when the clouds greedily swallow up the stars, taking all of their light,
a big, burning ball of gas isn't no match for a cloud in the night sky,
and when I look up sometimes I feel like
I'd fit in more in the cosmos than back here,

the cosmos are bigger than you and they are bigger than me,
mystery in every inch of this massive universe we happen to be in,
we don't know about any other intelligence out there, surfing through the stars,
we don't know how it all started, we're all stuck here for now, because we can't find out

it's funny how we have so much intelligence, millions of brains working together,
yet no matter how many brain cells you mix together, you'll never find out why we are here
we'll never find out the mother of the sun, or how the big milky way came to be,
eons in the future, if we survive our own man-made apocalypses, and the planet melting faster than a child's ice cream cone,
we won't know any new stuff about this big old world, so right now I guess we're stuck
we won't know how it came to be, how the planets rose to the skies and how we gained life
we may not meet any aliens, and i'm certainly glad, because if we did we'd make them so mad
they'd bring in their laser canons to zap us out, they'd make their own world from our own ashes
maybe it's better this way, to keep our knowledge small, what would happen if we got it all?

[jupiter,]

username; \OwO/
name; King
gender; Male
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Through the woods, across the road
Over the thicket, under the brambles
Lay a flower field, full of loads
Of peonies and daffodils
But the most beautiful roses growed
The bloomed and twirled, pulling people in
With the enticing aroma

A kalon lays, in the field with no worries
A flower crown lay on his head
It was safe to say he's not in no hurry

Alast the sun began to set
Casting an orange paint across the sky
This is one place to never forget

[clemen]

username: SunScratch
name: Rose
gender: Female
shine: A small weird looking rose

Wip a rose image and color palette

[chris is tired]

username; loki!
name; misha
gender; male
palette; █████
picture; !!!
poem; I remember the bed just floating there.
Apart, apart, apart, apart.
My mother taught me this trick
If you repeat something over and over again it loses its meaning
For example:
Homework, homework, homework, homework, homework, homework, homework, homework, homework
See, nothing
Our existence, she said, is the same way.
You watch the sun set too often, it just becomes 6 PM
You make the same mistake over and over; you’ll stop calling it a mistake
If you just
wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up,
one day you’ll forget why
Nothing is forever, she said
My parents left each other when I was 7 years old
Before their last argument they sent me off to the neighbor’s house,
like some astronaut jettisoned from the shuttle.
When I came back there was no gravity in our home, beds floating
I imagined it as an accident, that when I left
They whispered to each other “I love you” so many times over
that they forgot what it meant
Family, family, family, family, family, family
My mother taught me this trick
If you repeat something over and over again it loses its meaning
This became my favorite game
It made the sting of words evaporate.
Separation, separation, separation;
see, nothing
Apart, apart, apart;
see, nothing
I am an injured handyman now
I work with words all day
Shut up, I know the irony!
When I was young, I was taught that the trick to dominating language
was breaking it down
Convincing it that it was worthless
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you;
See, nothing
Soon after my parents’ divorce, I developed a stutter
Fate is a cruel and efficient tutor
There is no escape in stutter
You feel the meaning of every word drag itself up your throat
S-s-s-separation
Stutter is a cage made of mirrors
Every “Are you ok?”
Every “What’d you say?”
Every “Come on kid, spit it out”
Is a glaring reflection you cannot escape
Every terrible moment skips upon its own announcement
Over and over until it just hangs there,
floating in the middle of the room
Mom, Dad,
I am not wasteful with my words anymore.
Even now after hundreds of hours of practicing away my stutter,
I still feel the claw of meaning in the bottom of my throat.
I have heard that even in space;
You can hear the scratching of a
I-I-I-I love you.

Repetition Phil Kaye

[sapphire77]

username; sapphire77
name; temperance
gender; female
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palette image here, im sorry for linking, it was too big!
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poem;
nature's first green is gold
by robert frost
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

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