[TsunamiSpray]

Name: Ozzie
Gender: Female
One poem about what this Parra despises: wip

Marrrk <3

[Master of Nothing]

Gilbert
male

Fallen, weak.
And I wonder why,
My pride and ambition,
once allies,
are now enemies.
What has made me strong now makes me beg for the mercy I know I don't deserve.
How many times have they said,
How many times have they urged me to realize,
Pride,
Ambition,
These things will be your lonely friends,
Until finally they get to you,
And when you're coming apart,
You see their deceit.
And this time you won't rise once more.

[rainswept.]

Name Xiao, nicknamed Alpha.
Gender male
One poem about what this Parra despises

Fear is the thing with chains
The one that brings you down
Down to the floor
Down on your knees

Fear is the thing with a shaded face
It will not relent
It won't, but you can't either,
Or you go crashing down...

Courage is the thing with wings
Wings too powerful to describe
It lifts you up
Up out of the pits of Fear
Into the land of the Brave

Basically he hates fearful parras, and believes in living life to the fullest. And yes, I'm not the best at poems ;w;

[Shoe.]

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Name: Vendetta
Gender: Male
One poem about what this Parra despises:

Haiku:
Emerald and leafy,
Unsophisticated grass,
You are brussels sprouts.

[Caeneus]

Name: Quinn


Gender:Female


One poem about what this Parra despises: (being lonely and heartbroken)

She´s a broken door for lonely girls

Still, she wants to play the game of hearts.

She`s the dancing marionette with strings so tight

They make her choke and crumble.

She watches the stars from her window ceiling and

Wonders when the world will spin madly for her.

"I want to take a breath that´s true" she says,

Strange you never knew

The emotion isn't dead.

The shape of her horizon makes the moon stand still,

And her dancing in the underground makes you see that

There is some light in her darkness.

Her broken eyes smile and seeing that

Well, that`s as high as you can get.

[.Survivor.]

Name: Bijou
Gender: Female
One poem about what this Parra despises:

I hate the way you look at me
I hate the way you smile
I hate the way you just sit there
While I run a hundred miles

I hate the way you lied to me
That night so cold and fair
You told me that you love me
But left me unaware

I hate the way you never called
And made me look the fool
But you know what?
I don't care, I'm cool


I hate the way you made me cry
But throughout so many lies
I hated most the day you died
Because I never said, Good-Bye

[just that lass]

Name ||
His name is Pandora.
He prefers to go by "Pan" or "Panny."

Gender ||
Biologically male, identifies as agender.
No pronoun preference, goes by whichever people see them as.

One poem about what this Parra despises ||
i hate the way you used to say
that you loved me more than anything
that our love stretched to the moon and back
that i was your's and you were mine

i've learned now that it was all an untruth
a lie upon your sweet sweet lips
i hate the way i defended you with my life
only to end up falling on my own sword

i regret ever falling for your beauty
all your cleverly crafted lies
the way you made me feel
and everything else that made you you

you always talked about your beliefs
and how i should share them too
but now i know you're just a hypocrite
and i will never again fall victim to you

even though it was for the best
i'm sad everything is at it's end
the love i thought was there was truly magic
and i hate that it all fell apart

[~Finchly]

Name: Zen
Gender: Male
One poem about what this Parra despises:

You think you are so high and mighty,
you think your so cool.
you think everybody else is flighty,
while your the crown jewel.

You push down the meek,
you taunt the brave.
you think everyone is weak,
while you hide in your dark cave.

You silence rebellion at its voice.
you take someones light.
you don't give anyone a choice.
you give everyone a fright.

No longer shall I do nothing.
No longer shall I watch your games.
No longer shall I witness your power, it is disgusting.
Now you'll go down in flames.

Why do you need to hurt others?
is it for yourself to feel stronger,
is it for your own sick wonders,
is it just to be a bother.

You are utterly despicable.
I won't let you silence me.
now everyone will know you are kickable.
everyone will know you can be stopped and we are all free.

its time to end your BULLYING.

[snowbutt.]

I promise to carry on your contagious smile.
The same one that would light up a room the minute you walked in.
I promise to laugh and never take myself to seriously.
I promise to love harder and forgive faster.
I promise to be content, in every sense of the word.
To be thankful for the air in my lungs,
and the nineteen years I was blessed to have with you.
I promise to try and have as big a heart as you did.
To be selfless.
To know what I have, and know what I can give to others who are not as fortunate.
I promise to grieve that absence of your physical being for only a moment.
And then I promise to set you free.
I promise to never give up on others,
even when I'm ready to give up on myself.
I promise to be a friend and a mentor as you were.
To be a helping hand, a shoulder to cry on or a set of ears to simply listen...
And I can promise you this...
I can promise to open my heart to you when I fall in love and when I fall apart.
When I become a Mrs. and when I become a mother.
I promise to let you hear every giggle and feel every hug.
To know every heartache,
and let you be there for every triumphant moment...
The most important promise I can make,
despite all my failures and all my losses.
A promise that carries the equivalence of all the rest combined is this...
I promise to make you proud.
With all that I am,
I love you.

name;;
vacious







gender;;
female







one poem about what this parra despises;;
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simply, emotions. loss. death.

[ArizonaT3a]

Name:
Demi (meaning half))
Gender:
Male
One poem about what this Parra despises:


Tik tok goes the old battered clock as it beats again and again with its hands
I'm old and worn down sickened by the sound as it keeps creeping up on me
Death will began to peer upon me if this clock wont stop its toking
I despise you I say over and over as I began to rover around and ponder in my mind
Why do others think this grandfather's clock is so fine?
Its beginning to fill up with my hatred and fear that soon death will be near
So please stop your tik toking and please for once let me just sit down and drink this coffee without the fear or hatred of death getting nearer.


So basically he has a fear of clocks because he believes that if the tiking doesn't stop that death will find him.. sorry about the sucky poem. I don't really know how to write poems that well..