[AlphaLeonis]

res omggg

[snowdrake]

this is the story of a little bird
chasing life, adventure and stories unheard.

it all starts with a tiny glow
coming from a small sapphire crystal,

[HoneyLavender࿐]

I am just going to write about views on life and I am putting a few different things in here because I can't choose. poetry starts now:


Love. Heartbreak. Pain. Regret. The same thing over and over. It's the endless cycle of ones toxic relationship, and how it slowly breaks them. Remember read between the lines. Because every word means something.

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I cannot bleed;

So instead my soul does it for me,

It spills the words I cannot speak,

The thoughts that clog my unfiltered mind;

It oozes out the unwanted emotions, thoughts, and demons,

Demons that reside in my head where they drive me i n s a n e,

insane to the verge of breaking down;

So I bleed the words I cannot speak,

and call it poetry.

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What color do you bleed?

1. Forgetting to turn off the television before the 8'oclock news played was a mistake, and I guess that's what most of us are afraid to do: expose our children to the truth. We choose not to because they're too raw and too real for their cotton Candy dreams, so we give them the storybook version instead. But what kind of story am I supposed to make up when what they see is another chils their own age up there on screen: bloodied, battered and bruised. It's a different story when they start to ask you questions like what terrorism is and what that child is doing there and mommy what is I end up there and when will dad come home?

2. Home. Home. Home. The word starts to lose meaning the more you repeat it and you're slowly starting to lose yourself because all you come home to are empty rooms and an empty heart but that's still better than an empty stomach right? Silly girl, it's all in your head. Think of the less fortunate, think of those with real problems. Those who feed off pit for breakfast and tears for dinner.

[aeth]

marking!
i love poems nice

res with romantic/love poem to their loved one

[OrangeSocks]

Name: Chava

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I remember her smile
so loving and wide
I never saw the bile
That was hiding inside

Our younger years were sweet, my paw in her’s
The small joys we shared
I always came to her for answers
For such a long time we both believed that she cared, neither knowing how far she would be ensnared.

Then our father passed
with no wife of his own
I wiped away tears while my sister held steadfast
We both knew it was time for her to take the throne

From the shackles of leadership she watched me thrive
Surrounded by whispers of the advisors she kept close
Those adults who knew the power from her they could derive
A suggestion here, a nudge there, they taught her how to deal with those who would oppose

A teenager handed power too soon
Anger and fear let out from their wraps
But I did nothing, thought she could be immune
We both watched chaos reign, the kingdom around us collapse.

High taxes, missing persons, crying children, full prisons
Yet, I never blamed her as I fought for relief
I told myself her advisors were the only villains
I bled and I cried, tried to hold on to belief

But my people were oppressed
No one saw her as I once did
It was time to contest
I walked into the throne room and tried to show how she had slid

She barred me away with my ideas of peace
Dark blood in her veins, stone cold in her heart
Told me that she would never decrease
With a heavy soul, I knew it was time to thwart

I rallied, I gathered, I called for aid
Spoke up against control and corruption
With the people by my side I led a crusade
Together we ended an era of subjection

But as I held up my sword, blade crimson and shining
I saw the older sister I loved and admired
Stuck in a shell of hatred and coating
I gave her my paw, told her what I desired

An amicable leadership
The two of us side by side
Leading with our people in kindredship
But to this she denied

Her paranoia reigned
Too afraid to take the leap
Finally, my patience waned
I knew the sister I saw was only skin deep

Now I hold the throne, my ear to the people
Prosperity and harmony and love all around
My heart hurts as I think of her, still not blameful
But I did what was needed and what I learned will stay in the foreground

The love of my kingdom is strong and deep
And with my people happy she will, in my heart, sleep


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I love having a platform, my voice being heard.
I love seeing the children whose lives I hold dear,
their parents and friends whose opinions I hold near
It was worth all the pain, the hardship, and sorrow,
To see my kingdom flourish and cast away its shadow.

[bakuraas.]

Mark

[Jippy]

Dropping out sadly, could never find time or inspiration! Best of luck to everyone else though, excited to see the winner! c:

[Rutilated Quarz]

My name is Rose
and wen its dae,
or wen the moon
haf gon away,
and wen the sun
is shinying brite,
i staye in bed
the poem, i write.

[possible res?]

[capone.]

res,,,

[Cheeb]

i. before the journey

in a sea of grass green, a little flower grew.
she turned her eyes to the sun, as all flowers do,
towards the frothy clouds of white.
just before the crawl of night,
she watched the sky turn from blue to pink
and stopped to think.
and think,
and think,
and think.

planted firmly in the ground, rooted deep,
she could not find a way to sleep.
a restless blossom, she turned and twisted
in the hopes of finding the reason she existed.
for the flower was distant, alone in the field
and the company of others was not yet revealed.
in a beautiful place, a world of her own,
she was alone.
alone,
alone,
alone.

perhaps there was more than a flower's life,
a world of hope. no pain. no strife.
fearful she was, but without thinking twice
the flower could not stay here in paradise.
if she could not see what was outside her sphere,
how could she ever appreciate here?
oh, here,
here,
here.

her roots ripped from earth, and she climbed up the soil,
a lifetime of serenity thrust into turmoil.
the flower did not know she couldn't come back.
the gates to home closed, but she went to roam,
not realizing that she could not return home.
go home,
home,
home.

but off she went.



ii. into the world.

wip!! :0 wHAT A BABE