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@croccin-champagne February 27, 2019

!!!!!

Deleted user February 27, 2019

Why is everyone SO GOOD AT POETRY its so pretty _{aaaaaah _{you _{are _{all _{so _talented}}}}}

@Periwinkle_ February 27, 2019

IKR I went through all the pages of this forum reading them and they're all so goooooood (Accept for that one about "the white man's burden", that was stupid lol.)

@kittycalyx February 27, 2019

The White Man's Burden
By Rudyard Kipling1

Take up the White Man's burden—
Send forth the best ye breed—
Go, bind your sons to exile
To serve your captives' need;
To wait, in heavy harness,
On fluttered folk and wild—
Your new-caught sullen peoples,
Half devil and half child.

Take up the White Man's burden—
In patience to abide,
To veil the threat of terror
And check the show of pride;
By open speech and simple,
An hundred times made plain,
To seek another's profit
And work another's gain.

Take up the White Man's burden—
The savage wars of peace—
Fill full the mouth of Famine,
And bid the sickness cease;
And when your goal is nearest
(The end for others sought)
Watch sloth and heathen folly
Bring all your hope to nought.

Take up the White Man's burden—
No iron rule of kings,
But toil of serf and sweeper—
The tale of common things.
The ports ye shall not enter,
The roads ye shall not tread,
Go, make them with your living
And mark them with your dead.

Take up the White Man's burden,
And reap his old reward—
The blame of those ye better
The hate of those ye guard—
The cry of hosts ye humour
(Ah, slowly!) toward the light :—
"Why brought ye us from bondage,
Our loved Egyptian night?"

Take up the White Man's burden—
Ye dare not stoop to less—
Nor call too loud on Freedom
To cloke your weariness.
By all ye will or whisper,
By all ye leave or do,
The silent sullen peoples
Shall weigh your God and you.

Take up the White Man's burden!
Have done with childish days—
The lightly-proffered laurel,
The easy ungrudged praise:
Comes now, to search your manhood
Through all the thankless years,
Cold, edged with dear-bought wisdom,
The judgment of your peers.

I had to read it and now you do too. Have the official shittiest poem I've ever seen.

thanks! i hate it

@croccin-champagne February 27, 2019

I can't believe the shit they make me read for school honestly.

@Periwinkle_ February 27, 2019

Last year I had to read two different points of view on slavery (this is a prestigious mostly white southern school). One was about how slave mothers used to kill their own children so that they wouldn't have to deal with slavery, and the other said something like "there is nothing more beautiful than the relationship of a good christian slave owner and his negro" or something. I was so maaaaaaad. And then, when we had to debate about it, different students were saying how the last argument was stupid, and our teacher said "You know this is an opinion, right? We aren't talking about whether it's right or wrong."

@croccin-champagne February 27, 2019

Imma fight that teacher

@Periwinkle_ February 27, 2019

Right? Honestly I couldn't concentrate for the rest of the day.

@yeetus February 28, 2019

That is honestly stupid

Deleted user February 28, 2019

Here, something I haven't named.

If you would look into my eyes
what would you see?
Would you see,
the blue
the green
or the grey?

Or would you see the stars
that ignite my sight or
see my story
and who I am
and what I've been through?

If you were to look at my face
would it tell my story?
Would my appearance show
the poverty or
the tears?

Do I have a story?
Or is it merely mist,
that swirls within the cool valley,
never settling upon the land
until the sun shines it's morning glow

If you were to peak into my life
would you see
the tempest of emotions
upon the frightening storm clouds
breaking forth each new day?

You tell me,
what do you see?
Who am I to you?
For even the smallest
interaction changes lives

Someone really needs to take my computer from me.

@kittycalyx February 28, 2019

that's so good??

Deleted user February 28, 2019

is it??

@kittycalyx February 28, 2019

very much so

Deleted user February 28, 2019

_{_ok}

Deleted user February 28, 2019

Hey, friends!

@evastardust RRAAAARRL February 28, 2019

RRAAAARRL

Heavy spoiler warning for Winter by Marissa Meyer!!!

Spoiler - click to show.

Carswell Thorne
He had
A dreamy smile that has wooed many a person.
Eyes like the blue, blue seas of Earth
And hair as voluminous as its waves.
That’s what he’d say.
But if a person looked deeper they’d see
That there’s a strain to his smile.
Sadness in his eyes.
(His hair didn’t change a bit.)

He threw around the phrase “I love you” like confetti.
And it sure did end up leaving a mess of broken hearts
Like those of a janitor when confetti is involved in something.
He said it to one girl.
Two girls.
…
Twenty three girls?
Aces, when did the number escalate that much?

He broke laws like people broke glowsticks
And the results were bright at first, but soon dimmed.
A spaceship of his own
And
…prison time.
Perfect.
But that’s where he got dragged into the revolution.

He was blind once.
That’s when he fell (quite literally) in love with her.
He couldn’t see her.
Didn’t even know what she looked like other than one, two glimpses of her,
Once over a portscreen
And once in person.
But he could hear her voice
Eager and slightly awe-filled as she talked to him
As they staggered through the desert.

The revolution had barely started, and he had lost her in the first battle.
She had stayed behind.
Stars, why did he let her stay behind?
He knew he should have been happy
Seeming Scarlet and Wolf reunite.
But he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy.
Why couldn’t it have been him and Cress instead?

They were together again, and torn back apart.
He knew what he was doing, but he couldn’t stop it.
He couldn’t stop Levana from forcing him to force the knife into Cress.
His Cress, who had shot off two of his fingers during the same battle.
He still loved her.
He held her in his arms.
Her limp, bloodied body.
So small and still.
Thorne’s tears mixed with Cress’s blood,
Blood soaking through the orange material of her gaudy outfit.
The wings stretching to her hands made her look like an angel,
But he wouldn’t let himself think of her as one.
That would imply that she was dead
And he wouldn’t let her die.
She looked up at him, her blue eyes swimming with tears
An expression that said
“If I have to die, I’m glad it’s in your arms.”
And she whispered,
“I love you.”
As her eyes closed.
And across the throne room, he vaguely heard Cinder scream.

@croccin-champagne February 28, 2019

I really gotta read those books, damn

Deleted user February 28, 2019

A poem! Sorry, mine are pretty short…

words
plants whisper them.
animals cannot speak them.
and humans? they abuse them.
they dispose of words as if it’s one of their gadgets, the tiny plastic trinkets that they seem to adore.
they throw them around, lacking any sort of grace or finesse, and end up tripping on them afterward.
their words lack any true power or magic of any sort.
yet they fancy themselves a modern Prometheus
cobbling together poems of starlight and sunshine and dewdrops into something much greater
when the words were just fine on their own.

@croccin-champagne February 28, 2019

DUDE
those last three lines hit me like a fucking truck holy shit

@Tiani February 28, 2019

Wow, that makes you think a lot about what you say, and how we use words

Deleted user February 28, 2019

Yeah… woah.

Deleted user February 28, 2019

aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh
guys, thank you so much!!

Deleted user February 28, 2019

It's really good!

@kittycalyx February 28, 2019

ugh i love thorne sm that’s my boi

@ravens February 28, 2019

Heavy spoiler warning for Winter by Marissa Meyer!!!

Spoiler - click to show.

Carswell Thorne
He had
A dreamy smile that has wooed many a person.
Eyes like the blue, blue seas of Earth
And hair as voluminous as its waves.
That’s what he’d say.
But if a person looked deeper they’d see
That there’s a strain to his smile.
Sadness in his eyes.
(His hair didn’t change a bit.)

He threw around the phrase “I love you” like confetti.
And it sure did end up leaving a mess of broken hearts
Like those of a janitor when confetti is involved in something.
He said it to one girl.
Two girls.
…
Twenty three girls?
Aces, when did the number escalate that much?

He broke laws like people broke glowsticks
And the results were bright at first, but soon dimmed.
A spaceship of his own
And
…prison time.
Perfect.
But that’s where he got dragged into the revolution.

He was blind once.
That’s when he fell (quite literally) in love with her.
He couldn’t see her.
Didn’t even know what she looked like other than one, two glimpses of her,
Once over a portscreen
And once in person.
But he could hear her voice
Eager and slightly awe-filled as she talked to him
As they staggered through the desert.

The revolution had barely started, and he had lost her in the first battle.
She had stayed behind.
Stars, why did he let her stay behind?
He knew he should have been happy
Seeming Scarlet and Wolf reunite.
But he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy.
Why couldn’t it have been him and Cress instead?

They were together again, and torn back apart.
He knew what he was doing, but he couldn’t stop it.
He couldn’t stop Levana from forcing him to force the knife into Cress.
His Cress, who had shot off two of his fingers during the same battle.
He still loved her.
He held her in his arms.
Her limp, bloodied body.
So small and still.
Thorne’s tears mixed with Cress’s blood,
Blood soaking through the orange material of her gaudy outfit.
The wings stretching to her hands made her look like an angel,
But he wouldn’t let himself think of her as one.
That would imply that she was dead
And he wouldn’t let her die.
She looked up at him, her blue eyes swimming with tears
An expression that said
“If I have to die, I’m glad it’s in your arms.”
And she whispered,
“I love you.”
As her eyes closed.
And across the throne room, he vaguely heard Cinder scream.

I love that so much
it's beautiful

Deleted user February 28, 2019

AMEN

@evastardust RRAAAARRL March 01, 2019

RRAAAARRL

Heavy spoiler warning for Winter by Marissa Meyer!!!

Spoiler - click to show.

Carswell Thorne
He had
A dreamy smile that has wooed many a person.
Eyes like the blue, blue seas of Earth
And hair as voluminous as its waves.
That’s what he’d say.
But if a person looked deeper they’d see
That there’s a strain to his smile.
Sadness in his eyes.
(His hair didn’t change a bit.)

He threw around the phrase “I love you” like confetti.
And it sure did end up leaving a mess of broken hearts
Like those of a janitor when confetti is involved in something.
He said it to one girl.
Two girls.
…
Twenty three girls?
Aces, when did the number escalate that much?

He broke laws like people broke glowsticks
And the results were bright at first, but soon dimmed.
A spaceship of his own
And
…prison time.
Perfect.
But that’s where he got dragged into the revolution.

He was blind once.
That’s when he fell (quite literally) in love with her.
He couldn’t see her.
Didn’t even know what she looked like other than one, two glimpses of her,
Once over a portscreen
And once in person.
But he could hear her voice
Eager and slightly awe-filled as she talked to him
As they staggered through the desert.

The revolution had barely started, and he had lost her in the first battle.
She had stayed behind.
Stars, why did he let her stay behind?
He knew he should have been happy
Seeming Scarlet and Wolf reunite.
But he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy.
Why couldn’t it have been him and Cress instead?

They were together again, and torn back apart.
He knew what he was doing, but he couldn’t stop it.
He couldn’t stop Levana from forcing him to force the knife into Cress.
His Cress, who had shot off two of his fingers during the same battle.
He still loved her.
He held her in his arms.
Her limp, bloodied body.
So small and still.
Thorne’s tears mixed with Cress’s blood,
Blood soaking through the orange material of her gaudy outfit.
The wings stretching to her hands made her look like an angel,
But he wouldn’t let himself think of her as one.
That would imply that she was dead
And he wouldn’t let her die.
She looked up at him, her blue eyes swimming with tears
An expression that said
“If I have to die, I’m glad it’s in your arms.”
And she whispered,
“I love you.”
As her eyes closed.
And across the throne room, he vaguely heard Cinder scream.

I love that so much
it's beautiful

Thank you!!!! It was so fun to write until I started crying…..

@ravens March 01, 2019

Heavy spoiler warning for Winter by Marissa Meyer!!!

Spoiler - click to show.

Carswell Thorne
He had
A dreamy smile that has wooed many a person.
Eyes like the blue, blue seas of Earth
And hair as voluminous as its waves.
That’s what he’d say.
But if a person looked deeper they’d see
That there’s a strain to his smile.
Sadness in his eyes.
(His hair didn’t change a bit.)

He threw around the phrase “I love you” like confetti.
And it sure did end up leaving a mess of broken hearts
Like those of a janitor when confetti is involved in something.
He said it to one girl.
Two girls.
…
Twenty three girls?
Aces, when did the number escalate that much?

He broke laws like people broke glowsticks
And the results were bright at first, but soon dimmed.
A spaceship of his own
And
…prison time.
Perfect.
But that’s where he got dragged into the revolution.

He was blind once.
That’s when he fell (quite literally) in love with her.
He couldn’t see her.
Didn’t even know what she looked like other than one, two glimpses of her,
Once over a portscreen
And once in person.
But he could hear her voice
Eager and slightly awe-filled as she talked to him
As they staggered through the desert.

The revolution had barely started, and he had lost her in the first battle.
She had stayed behind.
Stars, why did he let her stay behind?
He knew he should have been happy
Seeming Scarlet and Wolf reunite.
But he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy.
Why couldn’t it have been him and Cress instead?

They were together again, and torn back apart.
He knew what he was doing, but he couldn’t stop it.
He couldn’t stop Levana from forcing him to force the knife into Cress.
His Cress, who had shot off two of his fingers during the same battle.
He still loved her.
He held her in his arms.
Her limp, bloodied body.
So small and still.
Thorne’s tears mixed with Cress’s blood,
Blood soaking through the orange material of her gaudy outfit.
The wings stretching to her hands made her look like an angel,
But he wouldn’t let himself think of her as one.
That would imply that she was dead
And he wouldn’t let her die.
She looked up at him, her blue eyes swimming with tears
An expression that said
“If I have to die, I’m glad it’s in your arms.”
And she whispered,
“I love you.”
As her eyes closed.
And across the throne room, he vaguely heard Cinder scream.

I love that so much
it's beautiful

Thank you!!!! It was so fun to write until I started crying…..

I can understand that

@croccin-champagne March 01, 2019

Maybe we're all just satellites
Drifting through space
Some of us on set paths and others who just chase
What catches their eye
We pass each other, pass others, from time to time
And then we're back on our own
It's a vast emptiness we're trapped in
Searching for signs of life
Or something to justify what we do

ANOTHER BAD POEM. PART II WILL BE OUT AS SOON AS I CAN THINK

@soupnana March 01, 2019

Heavy spoiler warning for Winter by Marissa Meyer!!!

Spoiler - click to show.

Carswell Thorne
He had
A dreamy smile that has wooed many a person.
Eyes like the blue, blue seas of Earth
And hair as voluminous as its waves.
That’s what he’d say.
But if a person looked deeper they’d see
That there’s a strain to his smile.
Sadness in his eyes.
(His hair didn’t change a bit.)

He threw around the phrase “I love you” like confetti.
And it sure did end up leaving a mess of broken hearts
Like those of a janitor when confetti is involved in something.
He said it to one girl.
Two girls.
…
Twenty three girls?
Aces, when did the number escalate that much?

He broke laws like people broke glowsticks
And the results were bright at first, but soon dimmed.
A spaceship of his own
And
…prison time.
Perfect.
But that’s where he got dragged into the revolution.

He was blind once.
That’s when he fell (quite literally) in love with her.
He couldn’t see her.
Didn’t even know what she looked like other than one, two glimpses of her,
Once over a portscreen
And once in person.
But he could hear her voice
Eager and slightly awe-filled as she talked to him
As they staggered through the desert.

The revolution had barely started, and he had lost her in the first battle.
She had stayed behind.
Stars, why did he let her stay behind?
He knew he should have been happy
Seeming Scarlet and Wolf reunite.
But he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy.
Why couldn’t it have been him and Cress instead?

They were together again, and torn back apart.
He knew what he was doing, but he couldn’t stop it.
He couldn’t stop Levana from forcing him to force the knife into Cress.
His Cress, who had shot off two of his fingers during the same battle.
He still loved her.
He held her in his arms.
Her limp, bloodied body.
So small and still.
Thorne’s tears mixed with Cress’s blood,
Blood soaking through the orange material of her gaudy outfit.
The wings stretching to her hands made her look like an angel,
But he wouldn’t let himself think of her as one.
That would imply that she was dead
And he wouldn’t let her die.
She looked up at him, her blue eyes swimming with tears
An expression that said
“If I have to die, I’m glad it’s in your arms.”
And she whispered,
“I love you.”
As her eyes closed.
And across the throne room, he vaguely heard Cinder scream.

I love that so much
it's beautiful

Thank you!!!! It was so fun to write until I started crying…..

I can understand that

Oh my gosh this is amazing!!!!!! (I now slightly resent you because I just healed from this series and this opened a wound that was beginning to fade. Shame on you.)

Maybe we're all just satellites
Drifting through space
Some of us on set paths and others who just chase
What catches their eye
We pass each other, pass others, from time to time
And then we're back on our own
It's a vast emptiness we're trapped in
Searching for signs of life
Or something to justify what we do

ANOTHER BAD POEM. PART II WILL BE OUT AS SOON AS I CAN THINK

Awww this is so cute!!!!!

poetry sharing!!