words of g o l d △

[Rated R]

g a i t e s : l a r k
activity) speaking with juliana and hearing her partner's name, parker, and looking around for him. upon not finding him, she is upset, thinking that no good will come out of the camp~
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upon hearing the crisp words in the air,
smiling slowly to girl,
her soft voice twirls,
"the place was made with such care."

stepping quietly, fingers interlocked,
she waits for her name to sound
gaites and parker - love could be bound-
she moves back, listening as the counselor continues to talk.

her eyes wander the nature
searching for her other half
upon not finding him, she sighs,
could the partner-activity be all lies?

[111misc]

{Absolutely not you can't quit! xD I won't allow it! Okay, recap; everyone's getting off the bus. Juliana found who her partner was when she looked at the paper, Gaites is about to, but Juliana just said something to her. Basically everyone's getting off the bus. Nelson's got a defeatist attitude, Xavier's bored, Azalea's kind of in her own world, full of magic (so jealous!) Autumn's checking out the scenery, so is Mckenzie, who loves the colors and textures, being a painter. Vesta, though her poem is a wip, is getting off the bus, kind of not caring, a little grumpy. That's about it. ^^}



j u l i a n a ⊱

activity talking with Gaites a little bit.
Mostly just kind of thinking.
She gets depressed easily...(another haiku,
I do love the little things.)

juliana smiled,
but her eyes were far away,
rusted and heavy.

this place, so lovely,
seemed filled with magic, yet it
had all flown from her.

she refused to give,
she saw mermaids in the pond,
but they were so forced.

gold dust in the air,
peter pan waiting for her,
somewhere past the trees?

no longer, perhaps.
maybe she had grown too fast,
a child no longer.

juliana frowned
at those thoughts so dark and sad,
and shook them away.

"Yes, so beautiful,
indeed," she smiled, a born actress.
this beauty killed her.

[crescent + cheep]

Crap sorry could I have a recap Ias so exhausted yesterday that I'm pretty sure I fell asleep for about fourteen hours and didn't wake up until now also DKDHSKA I AM SO INTIMIDATED CAN I QUIT NOW PLEASE??????

NO YOU CAN NOT QUIT - I need you as my pair.
Everyone is getting out of the bus and stuff.Justw rite your char getting outta the bus, and maybe have her be told her pair or somethin.

[abandoned.]

Vᴇsᴛᴀ Rᴀᴇʟʏɴ Wᴇsᴛᴡᴏᴏᴅ
✞
❝ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗᶤᵐᵉˢ ᶤᵗ ˢᵉᵉᵐˢ ˢᵃᶠᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ʰᵒˡᵈ ᶤᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᶤᶰ˒
ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᶰˡʸ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒᶰ ʷʰᵒ ᶜᵃᶰ ʲᵘᵈᵍᵉ ᶤˢ ʸᵒᵘʳˢᵉˡᶠ❞

activity: getting off bus, irritated and annoyed, paying half attention
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a silent girl who sat by herself in the very back
staring out of the window, hardly paying attention
to the scenery flying by
half lost in thoughts
longing to be back in the city

she notices the other kids standing
and pulls herself out of her stupor
collecting her things and slowly rising herself,
following the others who laughed, giggled, and chattered

slowly she descended,
keeping to the back of the group,
hardly glancing at the boy who had fallen to the ground
how she wished for noise instead of pin drop silence

[[ finished. it's bad. i'm so sorry ;n; ]]

[Rated R]

g a i t e s : l a r k
activity) watching juliana seem sad and responding to her, trying to make her feel better, but instead feeling sadder herself
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the girl's eyes dropped to the water,
obviously imagining
something that couldn't exist.

her face changed and gaites noticed,
"let its beauty heal your cracks"
was all that passed through her thin lips.

gaites' eyes dropped to the broken leaves,
crunchy under her merciful feet
her mind raced; she was further paining the already dead nature.

why must she continuously find herself beating the already done-for
bringing up things too cracked to piece together?

why must she see hope in the dark, damp cave
where lack of oxygen suffocates?

why must she put on the passionate face
that causes her to break down more?

but most of all-
why must she try to win
a battle already lost?
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[I love seeing how people have different writing styles here c:]

[crescent + cheep]

ａｚａｌｅａ ａｎｄｅｒｓｏｎ
getting out of the bus

waiting for asians post

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ｘａｖｉｅｒ ｆｅｒｎａｎｄｅｓ
getting out of the bus, not paying attention

waiting...
for the name to be called,
his companion for some time
who would join him on his mime.

flashback thoughts,
a gun,
a flash,
a door.

overalls,
white and grey,
he never wished to stay

The names are called
"Vesta Westwood, Xavier Fernands".
A girl,
quiet,
irritated,
lost in thought
what was chance had brought.

[Make_a__Scene]

.::Mckenzie Summers::.

Pears.
No, not pears. Pairs
Such an ironically lonely word
And that makes it more lonely
Loneliness, a far less lonely word
And all the more appealing
His oblivion attempted to tug him away
Branch arms reach for him, millions of golden-red hands
Applauding The Painter's very presence
Trying to brush away the ungrateful pests from their precious lake
Boughs bend and sway, bowing under an oppressive wind
And then rising back up to hold the clear-blue ceiling

Stationary
The Painter does not seek
He is often sought
Just as he is sought after by those beckoning branches
The other half of his pair
(A pear would have been better)
Would need to take a hint from the trees
The Painter is struggling
His oblivion is coaxing him
But he is unable to leave, surrounded by this pestilent sea
Not a heart, but a soul
And he wears it like a scarlet letter

.::Ruminating the fact they have been placed in pairs::.

[abandoned.]

Vᴇsᴛᴀ Rᴀᴇʟʏɴ Wᴇsᴛᴡᴏᴏᴅ
✞
❝ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗᶤᵐᵉˢ ᶤᵗ ˢᵉᵉᵐˢ ˢᵃᶠᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ʰᵒˡᵈ ᶤᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᶤᶰ˒
ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᶰˡʸ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒᶰ ʷʰᵒ ᶜᵃᶰ ʲᵘᵈᵍᵉ ᶤˢ ʸᵒᵘʳˢᵉˡᶠ❞

activity: nothing much, trying to figure out why she had come here, still a little grumpy
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silence.
that was all that came from her.
her grey eyes shifted, looking about
at the vibrant colors of orange, red, and yellow
watching as the leaves slowly drifted down
gently skimming the ground

the voices.
they were muted sounds
faraway sounds from a different universe 
her name was called, along with another's

Xavier.
who was he?
she wondered, her gaze glancing over everyone
all the while thinking how stupid it was for them to pair her with him
knowing of the rumors that came with that name.

[insignificance]

ｍａｉｓｅｙ ｔｏｄｄ
mood; flustered. currently; alight from bus and gazing at the sky, then beginning her trek to find heee partner. tags; no one.

a small, thin figure alights,
the seeping sunlight reminding her of hometown brights,
the bus pulled to a steady hault,
although she nearly tripped, it wasn't entirely her fault.
the others around her raced to the exit,
and it seemed that the bus ride? they hadn't liked it.
the young woman laughed,
and followed the crowd, not a moment surpassed.

the people around her spoke of many things,
places, people, and expensive rings.
she found no interest in their conversations,
and took the sky into admiration.
shallow shades of blue displayed before her eyes,
and in the distance, two birds flew, letting out excited cries.
the clouds seemed to have disappeared,
but no one cared, as she could hear.

the girl looked around once more
her feet slightly shifting on the floor.
she hadn't any clue what to say,
although she knew she'd get nowhere this way.
she decided to see if she could find her partner,
although she knew this would only be harder.

[ ammatuer poet. Dx ]

[eden .]

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punishment.
comes to mind.

panic.
in my eyes.

children.
right outside.

gotten rid of.
discarded.
abandoned.
comes to mind

get off
they tell me
get going
they say
it'll be fun
they
lie to me

dragged.
pulled.
shoved.
comes to mind.

name
they ask me
who are you
they say
we want to know
they
lie to me

nebraska jones
I tell them
I'm leaving
I say
(to myself)
I think I'll have fun here
I
lie to them.

azalea
they tell me
azalea anderson
they say
she's a nice girl
they
lie to me


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>> this coding came out
weird but HAHA I FIGURED
OUT HOW TO DO A
COMPLETELY CONTINUOUS
BOX I FEEL TRIUMPHANT
>> also this sucks so you're
not allowed to judge what's
on there ok poetry is like
not my thing like I'm the
least eloquent person ever
>> btw it might look weird
on your screens but it
looks perfect on mine
so sssh let me have
my moment.