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Post by ❴ ғα∂ιηg ✦ яεαℓιтү ❵ on Sept 2, 2017 10:48:09 GMT -5
cool beans then!  thanks i wish i could skateboard too. im not sure it really works as a form of transportation but it sure looks cool and you can go fast true true, I want an actual hover board tbh, one off the ground, not those fake ones bc itd be cool but alas they dont exist |
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Post by ❴ ғα∂ιηg ✦ яεαℓιтү ❵ on Sept 2, 2017 10:49:23 GMT -5
Any idea on how lon we'll have for the it's personal prompt? I'm trying to recreate my poem for my grandma but I'm struggling a bit id like to get at least five entries before I put up the poll, if BT the end of the month there isn't then I'll put it up anyways |
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Post by ❴ ғα∂ιηg ✦ яεαℓιтү ❵ on Sept 2, 2017 10:50:09 GMT -5
ℜust ℜed ℜose its only fowl play when you do it ;^)
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Post by Brownie on Sept 3, 2017 18:58:55 GMT -5
Mockingbird
making it personal
brainflop draft (may be edited but I'm lazy so who knowwws)
I could hear your voice singing a mockingbird's song
or was it a parrot? You spoke what you heard
only a ghost of other's thoughts to fill you up
never a unique thought in your life.
I detested you like one detested a bad smell
avoided you like one avoided a dead thing in the road.
Those days it wasn't personal.
I heard your song sometimes, though most days
I wish I couldn't. You weren't quiet about those things
those things you repeated back when you knew
we were within your sight, within your grasp.
Never has a kind word passed your lips.
But I didn't care.
After all, it wasn't personal.
And then I heard a name in your venomous bite
a name I knew, trusted, loved. I listened
as you repeated your lies. "Alex likes Bethany.
He's stupid, she's fat.
A match made in heaven."
The words came to my ears but I walked on by
after all you were only a stink, a dead thing
on the side of the road, too petty to waste my time.
But that was the day it started to get personal.
It was two months before I saw you again
a new semester and a new start perhaps.
At least for some, but not for you.
Three classes we shared, luckily I stayed
across the room. Everyone really,
they kept as far from you as possible.
I wonder if you saw, if you even noticed
that for them, it was personal.
I watched as you ridiculed my friend
for things you knew not. Anxiety, pain and fear,
things you were too blind to see. "Idiot,"
you said, loud enough to hear "he just asked that question.
Waste of space, waste of time,
and they say this class is for smart kids."
Haha, and you thought your game wasn't personal.
I stopped you after class, spoke my mind,
reminded you of everything I heard. Your eyes,
I could see, you didn't know it was personal.
"I didn't say anything about you." I laughed in your face.
You didn't see how your friends had left you with me
smirking as they went, waiting to hear your cries.
"You speak about my friends behind my back
you lie about others behind theirs. Nasty words and nasty thoughts.
Mockingbird, now this is personal."
Twenty days later and you're still looking at me
like I was trash for siding with my friends
while you stab yours in the back every day.
Your glares are expected, reflected, connected
and it is you who flees when the bell rings.
And you thought it wouldn't get personal.
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Post by . on Sept 3, 2017 19:10:20 GMT -5
I'm actually super nervous. I've never shared poetry besides with the five other people in my class, but Here's mine. I was so focused on recreating my poem and it failed so I took the general idea in a different direction - Dear Grandma Dear Grandma,
I never thought I'd be writing a letter to the grave,
But I think it's time we had a chat.
Dear Grandma,
I was only a kid when you left.
It seems like so long ago
I remember the day.
Dear Grandma,
I know it's hard for you.
You never got to see us grow up
It's hard for me too
You'll never know how much I miss you
Dear Grandma,
Last time we talked,
You couldn't hear what I said.
I didn't say much.
Only that I loved you.
I didn't want you to go.
Dear Grandma,
My life is moving on.
I'm an adult now.
It all seemed so far away when I was in your arms.
Dear Grandma,
My memories of us are fading.
I'll never forget you,
But I'm starting to lose the details.
Dear Grandma,
I'm facing this world without you
I know you have faith in me
But it's hard.
I'm scared.
Dear Grandma,
I'm writing this letter to the grave
I hope it gets to you
Dear Grandma,
I miss you |
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Post by ❴ ғα∂ιηg ✦ яεαℓιтү ❵ on Sept 3, 2017 19:31:54 GMT -5
I'm sorry to hear about your grandma, and its definitely got some power behind wit
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Post by . on Sept 3, 2017 20:03:22 GMT -5
Thanks!
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Sept 3, 2017 20:28:43 GMT -5
Seeing some wonderful writing from everyone. Love it.
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Sept 4, 2017 16:41:44 GMT -5
Idea for a contest; everyone picks a topic for each other.
So I could tell someone to write about nightmares, and someone could assign me to write about the ocean, etc. Either we do like, pairs, or we all bid (forum money) on the suggested plots. So we each suggest one, and we auction them off.
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Post by ❴ ғα∂ιηg ✦ яεαℓιтү ❵ on Sept 4, 2017 19:04:23 GMT -5
Idea for a contest; everyone picks a topic for each other. So I could tell someone to write about nightmares, and someone could assign me to write about the ocean, etc. Either we do like, pairs, or we all bid (forum money) on the suggested plots. So we each suggest one, and we auction them off. I like that idea |
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Post by . on Sept 4, 2017 19:14:30 GMT -5
I like that idea, especially cause writing something out of your comfort zone can be extremely helpful
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Post by ❴ ғα∂ιηg ✦ яεαℓιтү ❵ on Sept 5, 2017 10:00:27 GMT -5
Okay guys so I've been thinking about the competitions and had an idea:
What if instead of a basis for time we did the first five entries as our cutoff unless more people showed interest?
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Sept 5, 2017 10:16:50 GMT -5
Makes sense to me. Gotta start small. Not an entry for anything, just something I wrote late about all the fires where I live. It's snowing dust and ash,
The pale sun's stained scarlet,
And smoke blots out the sky.
This is our world we chose to trash.
Let the deadly flames fly,
Let them burn our trees down,
Let them grey our breathing air.
This is our world we've doomed to die.
Most of us try to care,
But there are the many fools,
That will split us into sides.
This is our world we have to share.
Who will be there to apologize,
When that red sun sets,
On a world of fire and dust?
This is our world we must prioritize.
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Post by ❴ ғα∂ιηg ✦ яεαℓιтү ❵ on Sept 5, 2017 10:28:30 GMT -5
Alright, I'll read that poem in a second, I keep trying to write something for this prompt but honestly none of it is turning out how I want so I'll use this one poem:
I try to drown my thoughts,
But they won't go down the drain;
I try to burn my skin off,
But the water isn't hot today.
And maybe I was asking to much,
In thinking that I was enough,
But I can't help it.
That's who I am,
Always going in,
Without knowing a thing,
About what I'm getting into.
And it's funny how it seems,
That everything's so bleak,
And there's nothing to make me believe,
That I have a place,
Next to you.
Dammit! Those thoughts are back;
I try to drown them,
But instead they push me under,
And I don't know how to swim,
So now I'm underwater,
Not going to live.
I guess I try too hard,
And always get burned,
On my skin,
On my heart.
Never can get it right,
Always getting into fights,
When all I want is to love.
But love cannot,
Make these thoughts go away;
Although it is,
My personal escape.
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Post by ❴ ғα∂ιηg ✦ яεαℓιтү ❵ on Sept 5, 2017 10:30:05 GMT -5
ℜust ℜed ℜose I really like how its giving imagery of the setting in it as well as strong emotions hinted at, thats one of my favorite ways to write (Edit: I thought it was gonna be long bc it usually is from you thats why I didnt read it first lol)
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Sept 5, 2017 10:39:26 GMT -5
I love the 3rd and 4th lines of yours. Very strong and, admittedly, vivid. Really resonates with me.
And thank you. I do tend to drag on sometimes, but I wrote something fairly short for once. Hurray.
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Post by ❴ ғα∂ιηg ✦ яεαℓιтү ❵ on Sept 5, 2017 13:43:45 GMT -5
Thank you, and of course
Tbh I'm weird with length and vary depending on the idea and mood for it
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Post by ❴ ғα∂ιηg ✦ яεαℓιтү ❵ on Sept 7, 2017 18:30:34 GMT -5
Hey everyone! How are you guys?
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One more entry for the poetry contest to be open for polls
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Sept 7, 2017 21:26:41 GMT -5
Tired from doing work, probably gonna stay up to do work again. Currently doing work to avoid work. Now... checking the forums. To avoid -well, you get the idea.
What's up with you?
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Looking forward to it.
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Post by ❴ ғα∂ιηg ✦ яεαℓιтү ❵ on Sept 7, 2017 21:54:59 GMT -5
Lol basically me, I'm procrastinating homework with doing five acres work.
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Sept 12, 2017 17:37:14 GMT -5
Here's hoping we can keep this place alive. How is school/life treating everyone? What classes are people taking? What are you doing at work/where are you planning to work? --- They Don't Realize How Easy It Is They don't realize how easy it is to lie;
Her wicked halves make wholes.
They're pieces of illusion,
She makes to reach nonexistent goals.
They don't realize how easy it is to try;
It's takes so little effort to transform,
There's no need for personality,
When copying others is the norm.
They don't realize how easy it is to spy;
She checks to see if they've replied,
And type back in nonsense words,
somtimes she forgets she has things 2 hide
They don't realize how easy it is to buy;
They believed the things she said,
But they don't know their friend,
Was just a creation in her head.
They don't realize how easy it is to die;
She vanishes into thin air.
She can admit to being guilty;
That regret can be hard to bear.
They don't realize how easy it is to cry;
These monsters are her own.
And killing all the facades and faces,
Has left her tearless and alone. |
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Post by ❴ ғα∂ιηg ✦ яεαℓιтү ❵ on Sept 12, 2017 21:03:40 GMT -5
I've been missing a lot of school lately due to my mental illnesses and I'm really behind now, but my favorite class is ap psych
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Promise I'll read that Later, rn I'm too jumbled to process poetry
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Sept 12, 2017 22:03:54 GMT -5
Totally understandable; always okay to give yourself a mental break. Your health's always more important than school, no matter what people say. Hang in there, dude.
And I've wanted to take a psych class, but I haven't gotten the chance to yet. What's it like?
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Post by . on Sept 12, 2017 22:13:15 GMT -5
Hey guys
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Post by ❴ ғα∂ιηg ✦ яεαℓιтү ❵ on Sept 13, 2017 8:14:57 GMT -5
Thanks Rose, and I love my psych class but thats mainly due to having an amazing teacher
And hi Ara! (Can I call you that?) This is really late bit ya know lol
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Post by . on Sept 13, 2017 8:17:36 GMT -5
Hi! Call me whatever you want. How are you?
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Post by ❴ ғα∂ιηg ✦ яεαℓιтү ❵ on Sept 13, 2017 8:18:37 GMT -5
I'm okay ig, tired and as usual:upset about something
But I'll get over it lol
You?
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Also if we dont get another entry by the end of the week I'll just go ahead and start the contest poll
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Post by . on Sept 13, 2017 8:20:00 GMT -5
I had a pretty sucky weekend but I'm finally getting over it now. So that's good.
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Post by ❴ ғα∂ιηg ✦ яεαℓιтү ❵ on Sept 13, 2017 8:24:24 GMT -5
Ahh I hate sucky times, they're the worst
Have you been writing anything lately?
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Post by . on Sept 13, 2017 8:47:14 GMT -5
I've tried but I don't have time between school and two jobs
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thanks
