[redhorizon]

Username: CaesarHorse
Name: Tigir (Tiger, pronounced)
Gender: Male
Poetry:
A smirk,
Stuck on his face.
A laugh,
Stuck in his throat.
A tear,
Threatening to fall.
And a heart,
Beating in his chest.

OMG I LOVE THIS POEM! IT SHOWS HIS PERSONALITY PERFECTLY!!! I love this!!

[iBrevity]

res c:

[r.ddler]

this babe's pretty, congrats to the winner, good luck to those that put effort into their forms c:

[bite sized kuiper]

quietly marks

[steamplonk]

ȗṡєяṅѧṃє // steamplonk
ṅѧṃє // nevermore (a reference to edgar allan poe's "the raven")
ɢєṅԀєя // trans male
ƿȏєṭяʏ //

Once on a melancholic night, hoping not for a blight,
For among the thick forest floor lay vicious poison quill
And none other did roam, through the dense brome
Not even the robin did sing- through the woodlands did despair ring.
Alas, I had no place to go- I was stuck amid the blurry snow.

Then stumbled I upon a lacey novel,
It seemed buried deep a mile, but me it did beguile
So I set my chase to uncover the book, with less than a shovel.
Uncovr'd a deep velvety case, of the owner there was no trace
For I was the only viscet around, with no double.

Snapped open the container open and to my surprise
Lay a magnificent golden book, and so out I took
The mysterious gleaming novel.


wipp


basic plot- he finds a mysterious book in the forest, he reads it and thinks it's his life story. he learns of how everyone he loves will die, and can't read past any farther. he runs away and it turns out to actually be someone else's story instead of his

[Snuggle_Bean]

Dropping Out D: Don't Got A Chance Beautiful Viscet Though!!!!

[VixenGlass]

purdy

[illumié]

Username:MoonPheonix
Name:Kismet(just calls himself K)
Gender:Male
Poetry:

"Past Lives"
In one I was an animal
fresh, untamed and new
and I cut through the lives
of my unnamed brethren
and thus so mine

In one I was a love poem
placed in a world of inky mountains
that rose from a similar sea
I thought I was forever
but even desire burns

Another was a dolphin
I swam among people
and understood
and destroyed my sanity
for no creature can bear rage
as they do

And in one, a lady
of enchantment and of class
but she in herself was already dead
only a corpse hung from the side
of the sparkling yacht
in the summertime

In this I am a questioner
a single, broken, thought
I'll never amount to anything
was told this from my past

To think I could be purged
of all I ever was
and will ever be again
is utter nonsense

It is sealed
in these words
and what was written
if not on parchment
beforehand

[Moony]

Username: Luna
Name: Cinnamon
Gender: Female
Poetry:

"The track; the jumps
Ahead of me
The start; the end
All I can see

A high pitched whistle
Starts the race
In sync with the others
A sprinting pace

A curved line forward
Marks my path
Soaring over
Hurdles; Wrath

The final stretch
of course awaits
Sprinting; Charging;
Through the gates

Competitors
Congratulate
For I have won
My hundredth race"

She is a famous hurdle jumper!

[WolfwithWings38]

Username: WolfwithWings38
Name: Tyson
Gender: Male
Poetry:
As I walk in this midnight breeze
I close my eyes feeling the wind
Then I hear a strange noise, but I brush it of
I walk a little faster, then I hear that noise again
I open my eyes to see a dark figure
My curiosity took over me
So I walk a little closer
To find a beautiful being
Only to realize it was just a memory of somebody I know
So I close my eyes and feel the wind again
But then I wake up knowing it was a weird dream.