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They will chant and tease the old "April showers bring May flowers,"
some may see it as a silly saying while others see it with more meaning;
those who see the old quote as something with true hidden powers,
deepened meanings that cause the heart to sing with the words of healing.

[teddy.]

res!!!!!!! what a doll ;o;

[jouska.]

username. acatalepsy.
name. hinata.
gender + sexuality. female + pansexual.
poem.
'twas many years ago,
and farther than the eye can see,
near the outskirts of oslorough,
where I first met tierney.

we lived behind metal bars,
slept on tile floors,
and could only see the lights,
that shone while we performed.

together, we found liberty
where the dandelions danced,
and the foxes pranced,
and the sun dripped, dripped gold.

but now she is gone,
and I am left,
to wander the world,
in search of happiness.
extras.
burning. oh, the earth, how it screamed.
others may call me what they wish, but I am no hero.
I lost two things that day- my love and my humanity.
in a sense, then, I am no longer human.
in some ways, I am more, and in others, less.

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(t) "would you like to hear a story?"
(h) "depends, does it have a happy ending?"
"it's open to interpretation."
"alright, then."
"was that a yes or a no?"
"it was open to interpretation."
"you're funny. once upon a time-"
"wait, I didn't know this was going to be a fairytale."
"what's wrong with fairytales?"
"well, they never come true."
"some fairytales come true."
"like..? give me an example."
"I would if you would stop interrupting me every two seconds!"
"gosh, fine."
"thank you. now, as I was saying, once upon a time there a young girl named tina. she was a poor peasant, but she was-"
"let me guess, beautiful?"
"what did I say about interrupting? and while she was most definitely beautiful, that is not what I was going to say. I was going to say that she was-"
"say, why aren't there any stories about people like us?"
"what do you mean, people like us?"
"I mean... freaks."
"I don't think you're a freak."
"really? well... to be honest, I don't think you're a freak, either, but other people do."
"I suppose thinking about it would make them feel guilty, ya know?"
"it wasn't ever their fault."
"no, I suppose it wasn't, but they never did anything to help, either."
"that's true... have you ever thought about leaving?"
"and where would we go?"
"I don't know... elsewhere?"
"and where's elsewhere?"
"anywhere but here."
"we wouldn't make it off the planet alive. you know this better than anyone. they made sure we couldn't leave. we're grounders."
"of course not off-planet, besides, we barely have enough money to feed ourselves, let alone buy a ticket to one of the other settled worlds."
"then where would we go? there's nowhere else but here. this planet is a barren wasteland. we're lucky enough to even have jobs- most of the mutated are still lab rats for the united worlds."
"it wasn't always barren. my mother told me a story before she died."
"oh, no you don't. not this again... I thought you didn't believe in fairytales."
"it's not a fairytale if it's real."
"look, hinata, you have no proof. there have already been so many before you that have gone looking for the gardens of chosal, and the few that return go mad shortly after."
"my mom came back. she survived."
"so, what are you saying? we go looking for laeril? well, the only problem is, even if you're right, we have no idea where she is."
"my mother said that when the time came, I would know where to look."
"was your mother psychic?"
"only after she was experimented on."
"you really are serious about this, aren't you?"
"of course! when have I ever changed my mind?"
"...fine... it's worth a shot."
"really? does that mean you'll go with me?"
"yes, you silly goose. were you planning on leaving me behind?"

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we walked until our feet bled, and still, we did not stop.
if we had stopped, they would have caught us, and if we were not already dead by the time they found us, they would surely torture us to death. after several months of traveling, our hope was wearing thin, but we finally found it. we finally found the gardens of chosal, also known to be the link between khaeton (heaven) and oslorough. it was beautiful. it was paradise. there were animals, real ones, and plants, too.

we were happy there.
but nothing good can last for long.

the outsiders were sick of being tired and tired of being sick.
the mutated began to rebel, much to the dismay of the united worlds, who sent thousands to crush the uprisings.
laeril came to the aid of her people, fighting alongside her former creations, only to fall in battle when the gardens of chosal were burned to the ground. tierney was one of the many to die that night, followed by millions more. in the end, the rivers ran red with blood, and the dead lay forgotten in the streets.

nothing spoke.
the suns were silent. the moons were silent.
everything, silent and gray and silent and lifeless.
the world was not the same, and I, myself, had changed with it.
laeril gave me a gift before she passed, or maybe it was a curse?
the two are so often interchangeable.

with no gods left, most of the survivors revere me. others fear me, and some even worship me, but none underestimate my power. ironic, a bit, isn't it? growing up, all I ever wanted was freedom. I found it once, but I've been captured once more. the shackles go by different names, and yet, are made of the same material. before, I answered to the elite, but now, I am the elite, and I must answer to the demands of the people. despite this, I will lead with pride, I will lead the way laeril taught me to lead. the war is not yet over. although the united worlds have been conquered, there are still battles to be fought and inner demons to overcome.

we, the few remaining followers of laeril, took it upon ourselves to return oslorough to its former glory before the united worlds came and plundered the lands. the first few years were tough, as most first years usually are, but in time, the plants and animals returned and ecosystems stabilized. the kingdom of mekya was established as a safe haven for all, including the mutated.

there are rarely happy beginnings and there are even fewer happy endings. the only truly happy things in life are moments, as they flicker in and out of existence. like flowers, they are only meant to last so long before they fade. I suppose it's all open to interpretation, but I wouldn't change what had happened. laeril did not die in vain. tierney did not die in vain. in life, there must be sacrifices. I only wished I had told her I loved her before she died.

[petrify]

hmm mark, may have an idea

[Takk]

Face the unknown
Magics seen and magics grown
Remember the time of whoa and awh
For my story is full failure and flaw

On a planet of peace we lived and thrived
So innocent and pure, but challenges we tried
To become a full member, a god of the land
Three trials you must pass, or risk being banned

I, quite young and able
Was quite confident at our whelping table
Kalons in training, kalons at home
Kalons waiting to enter the dome...

The dome is a place, a figure of speech
It is a place which few are able to reach
But in time, I said, I'll become a god
Like mother and father, I will not be flawed

To pass the test was a great honor, a proof of worthy
Little did I know the trials were dirty...
Cheaters and liars fought with tooth and claw
I now knew what it meant to be flawed

To see the evil and embrace the bad
This trial, this lie, was all we had
I gave up and turned after trial one
I'd called it quits, I knew I was done

The guards in disgust took me to the portal
I was cursed now to live life as a mortal
Among men and woman in a placed called Earth
The middle plain, a planet of little worth

My life changed, thrown though the spiral that day
But little did I know life was more than foul play
Earth was not a forsaken hell where we went to die
It was beautiful and colorful, it was hard not to cry

People there were so friendly, the kalons as well
I walk the beach everyday picking out new shells
The forest is lush and loves the morning fog
It's the place I fit in, so it couldn't be wrong

Being a god sounds so boring now, unfit
Playing on earth, being free, no need for wit
It's the life for me

::Name:: Nessarose Joy ::Gender:: Female ::

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Born on a distant planet filling magic and wonder, Rose was a free spirited and obedient child like the rest. She cared for her siblings, played with everyone and blended in with the world she born to. Having nothing special about her, like everyone else she wanted to train in order to become a god like her mother and father. To wield strong magic and be looked up to; most importantly, to be different. Plenty of kalons were known gods here, but each possessed a unique power that made then a god. It was her blood, her right and her destiny to become a goddess.
In order to become this goddess, she needed to pass three trials. A test of control, wit, strength and so forth; they changed so often no one could properly prepare for what lies ahead. Determined, she entered the trials with three others. Tyrant, Stephoni and Rextrod. Unlike Rose, their families had been crowned gods since the day of the planet's awakening and continued to hold the golden bloodline.
Upon entering the dome, the others had clearly gotten help from their parents and grandparents. Moving swiftly through each challenge, Rose felt crippled under the pressure of keeping up; but followed close at their heels anyway. Trail one had been a test of wit, solving puzzles and mazes to reach the next area. Tyrant, with no brains, oddly was the first one out of the maze. The second was a test of swiftness and accuracy, leaping and pouncing about a jungle with poison water below. Rextrod was easily first, being the most experienced of the four it appeared. Lastly was the test of strength...
The four were trapped to fight and even kill each other to claim victory. It was clear this was no trail of personal affair, it was a total of favorites keeping the advantage. Suffering many injuries and refusing to fight back, she was cast aside for her pathetic performance and tossed into the portal that lead to earth. Any mortal was banished to live their short, meaningless life on earth and speak nothing of where they came.
But earth wasn’t just a prison...

[CharMannnder]

oh wow! so pretty! mark ~

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haven't always been in my life. i'm sick of moving house to house. i
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2/21/2004

first grade
the year of fear.

i wait in the hall
on watchful ears
A tucked tail
and moistened cheeks
Just one kind soul,
my sad heart seeks.
friendless, alone
a saddened groan
at six in life,
know this pain
My heart beats with
the falling rain.

Never shall
I trust again.

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𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘯
𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 4/28/1997

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4/12/2008

poems are
like a fire
they burn
...like my ire
they crumble
...like my desire
they crackle
...like a pire
they breathe
when i cannot
...respire
they speak
what i cannot
...inspire

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7/15/2006

red roses, all around
please find me
i'm never found

the boys all know me
the girls despise
they all say i
sleep around

i've never dated
i've never kissed
at this rate
i never will

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2/25/2007

i'm tired! i'm sick! just
take me home
i don't want a roommate
i want to roam

why won't you let me
talk to my friends?
this hell you give me,
it never ends.

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3/12/2007

normal teens go to
the mall, the beach
parties, the movies.

my group home goes to
doctor appointments,
the mental hospital
detention centers

going to school is our
only reprise;
we can pretend
to be normal here.

6/1/2007

my foster sister.

she has been here longest
her scars are the deepest
her eyes are the dullest
but she is the strongest.

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6/15/2007

this won't go away
these constant fears
my life could be gone
at any moment
all i've worked for
in the hands
of some brutal staff
some spiteful nurse
my mental health
they decide.

at a moment's notice
the police could arrive
to take me away
without another word
i have no say in my life
but they have it all.

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2/3/2008

they always say
blood is thicker than water
they never say
the true quote.
the blood of the coven
is thicker than
the water of the womb.
my foster siblings
are my new family.
mothers aren't always kind.
families aren't always whole.
some families, you have to make.

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Soft teardrops fell on the page as Ceviche relived her past. It brought back memories of pain and loneliness, and she felt
herself slipping into the same dark place she used to be in. A gentle sob brought a flurry of footsteps coming to comfort
her. She looked up at her girlfriend, visibly worried, and embraced her warmly. The two girls sat at the kitchen table, in
silent adoration before Hoa decided to finally pipe up. "Please...no more of this. You need not remind yourself anymore of
your past. You are a lovely woman." She knew very well the struggle Cev was going through. "You are wanted and loved."
Ceviche suddenly began to shudder violently. She dropped to the floor in despair and started wailing. "Wh-what if I'm not
good enough?!" she choked, her heart pounding out of her chest. She was having a panic attack. Hoa patted her gently
and gave her reassurances. "You are good enough...I love you so much! ...everything is going to be fine. We're going to get
married, we're going to have a family...You are going to be a wonderful mother." Ceviche sobbed. "I'm scared to be a mom.
What if I'm not good enough? What if I lose another one?" she sobbed. Hoa wrapped her in her arms. "No, don't speak like
that. You're going to be just fine. That was a choice you had to make in the moment; it won't happen again. I'll make sure
of that." she smiled at her. "I'm going to keep you safe here. I never want to see you feel pain." Ceviche wiped her tears
away as the anxiety subsided. Hoa gave her a sweet kiss on the cheek and walked back into the kitchen to get breakfast
ready for the two of them. "We'll have a wonderful life here. We have a big house...we have each other...life is great right
now." Hoa brought the food to the table. "In my village, we would have a saying... ' The path may be full of stones, but a
strong mind has no trouble breaking them.'" It doesn't translate well, but it reminds me of you when I think about it. You've
gone through a long stony road, but you made it all throughout your life and came to your happy ending. I'm so happy to be
here sharing this life with you..." Ceviche wiped the last of her tears away, smiling softly. "You're right...even though I've
had an awful twist and turns through life, I never would have met you if I didn't have all these trials and tribulations.

The wind whistled through the trees on a warm spring day, and birds gently sang overhead as the couple made their way
down to the clearing behind their house. The sky was bright and clear, and the fields seemed alive with the blowing grass.
They laid out on their big picnic blanket and laughed all day till the sun came down. Ceviche felt at peace with the birds
and the bugs and the trees, and felt her heart swell as she watched her cute girlfriend laugh and smile. There's nothing
better than this, she thought, I truly am blessed to be alive right now. A few years ago she never could have imagined a
life as perfect as this, it seemed so impossible to her then. The crickets began to chirp as the sun started setting, and the
fireflies lit their path as they decided to head back inside. Never again will I spend all my time inside on my phone or my
computer...there's just too much in this world to see. Ceviche could never have imagined she'd spend an entire day without
checking obsessively her phone out of loneliness. She no longer had to worry about her abusive ex friends and boyfriends
who tormented her online. She no longer had to worry about getting enough to eat at night. And most importantly, she had
someone always by her side, keeping her safe. Ceviche decided as she lay in bed next to the most amazing person in her life,
to pull out her poem book and write a few more entries about how she felt. This moment was too perfect to forget about.
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4/21/2016

i wonder if she knows
how deep my love goes
her laugh makes me melt
she knows how i felt
no one gets me
like she

5/2/2013

the winds blow
the birds crow
my wistful heart
lives in the trees.

i love the birds
i love the bees
i even love
the mosquito stings
this is my home.
this is my home.
no one can take
me from here.
never again.

a
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6/10/2018

the sun has set once more
another day in a paradise
hidden to the rest of the world

here with you is my
heart, and i
have given it to you.
all that i am, all that i will
ever be, i
have given it to you.

i want you happy
and i want you by my side.aaaaaaaaaa

you are my sunshine

you are my sky

you are my trees

you are my

paradise.

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[BlizzardTheWizard]

Username: xXClockXx
Name: Amaryllis
Gender: Female - she/her
Poem:

Change is not what is in one's pocket, but what comes out...
C...
Countless crises causing conflict.
Cruel and cunning confrontations.
Complex creatures to constrict.
Children crying. Concord's cremation.

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Hopeless households held hostage.
Hell hounds hungrily hunting harmony.
His hatred handed homage.
Helpfulness

MASSIVE WIP ;-;

[Grey_Hoodie]

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Abditory nestled within the mountains’ keep,

Miracles lay seed and sprout,
Opening into robust, golden blossoms,
Maintained by a glimmer of blue gems
Entertained by a bundle of drunken bees,
Nobly returning to the Earth a peace
Too long forgotten; too far in doubt.

The ground is sludge, left to creep
Out for fertile land to decay in a heap.

Her actions, though minor, branch out,
Educing a change in the health of Earth
And inciting an era of growth and mirth.
Longing for a sudden fix, a turnabout,

In spite of a poison sinking too deep,
Soleil, though the fight is steep,

As the people swarm and start to shout
Laden heart, a moment to heal is all she can offer
Leaving her summit home out to wander

Sharing her flowers and bees to desolate land,
Healing millennial damage too long left unmanned,
Elucidating a former greed unhindered by doubt

Carried on the shoulders of tycoons too cheap
And protected by a population too desperate to weep,
Ne’er a thought to the home outside their keep.

Only her mission might open a new route
For returning the Earth from its empty shell,
Forgiving those who cast its early farewell,
Even as she is chased away with threat and death knell
Retreating to her abditory to yet await another sprout.

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