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Started February 07, 2019 by @ember-chan-will-never-forget-you

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this was just for fun. nothing to analyze but I'm having fun trying to map out what my thought process was for each stanza. if anyone's bored and interested; i'd like to know what 'story/stories' you can make up about the tidbits here.

Here is a poem
IT IS NOT MINE. I FOUND IT IN A BOOK.
But Idk who wrote it.

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And called it “Chops”
because that was the name of his dog
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X’s
and he had to ask his father what the X’s meant
And his father always tucked him into bed at night
And was always there to do it.
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And called it “Autumn”
because that was the name of the season
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to to see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.
Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Innocence: A Question”
because the question was about his girl
And that’s what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hun it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle’s Creed went
And caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
Or even talked
And the girl on the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M he tucked himself into bed
His father snoring soundly

P.S, THANK YOU for helping me with the spoiler thing ^-^

Damn I felt that a little too much-

@jacen-is-really-fackin-gay

@francis

Beeeeautiful as always fam! I get a lot of intense Midwestern vibes from the last three verses, but I could be biased since that's my all-time favorite vibe xD I don't know if I get any stories from them per se, but I do get some strong and surreal mental imagery, which is to me a sign of a good poem lol. Keep it up!

@francis

Beeeeautiful as always fam! I get a lot of intense Midwestern vibes from the last three verses, but I could be biased since that's my all-time favorite vibe xD I don't know if I get any stories from them per se, but I do get some strong and surreal mental imagery, which is to me a sign of a good poem lol. Keep it up!

!!!thank you ! i asked a friend if they picked out anything and they said for each stanza: persecuted christian in ancient rome, drag show, hunting and bringing home something beastly, someone loved, and alien abduction. thank u again !!!

@francis

Beeeeautiful as always fam! I get a lot of intense Midwestern vibes from the last three verses, but I could be biased since that's my all-time favorite vibe xD I don't know if I get any stories from them per se, but I do get some strong and surreal mental imagery, which is to me a sign of a good poem lol. Keep it up!

!!!thank you ! i asked a friend if they picked out anything and they said for each stanza: persecuted christian in ancient rome, drag show, hunting and bringing home something beastly, someone loved, and alien abduction. thank u again !!!

Oooh those are good ones! And no prob! xD

@jacen-is-really-fackin-gay

I adore that poem :O (the perks of being a wallflower!) it’s actually called A Person/ A Paper/ A Promise and it was written by Dr. Earl Reum for one of his students :)))

@jacen-is-really-fackin-gay

I adore that poem :O (the perks of being a wallflower!) it’s actually called A Person/ A Paper/ A Promise and it was written by Dr. Earl Reum for one of his students :)))

Good to know.

Here's a short and sweet poem i wrote that's now one of my favourites. Let me know what you think!

"Freckles,"

Why would I need to look up at the night sky,

When I have entire universes -

Stars, Constellations, Galaxies,

-traced between the freckles

That dance across my skin.

I just wrote this this morning soo…

-A Reflection-

When I look into the mirror,
a stranger do I see.
Someone else's reflection,
staring back at me.

With hazel eyes,
and tiny ears,
a perfect smile,
that shows no fear.

She wears a crown of pride,
upon her perfect hair,
Into her soul I look.
Into her eyes I stare.

There I see,
the true, real me.

Hidden behind her gentle gaze,
hidden behind her perfect face.

There I stand,
small and weak.

Behind her eyes,
There is me.

• Heartbreak
  -Jacen Wardwell

My heart,
Is shattered.
My soul,
Is dead.
My reason,
Has left me.
I am nothing.
Hopeless,
Helpless.
Dead.

All alone,
I stand.
All alone,
I fall.
That is all I am.
Alone,
Lost,
Gone.

My love,
has left me,
All alone.
The promise,
of love.
Broken.
Gone.

That's amazing! You are very talented!

one of my few poems that have rhyming words… wow.

The Day Death Knocked on my Door
_{(Warnings for Suicide and Sex)}

OH MY GOD ALTRINCE

GOD THERE ARE NO WORDS TO EXPRESS HOW MUCH I LOVE YOUR POEMS
JUST
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Thank you Izzy! I wrote that one when I broke down earlier so uh… sweats profusely …don’t expect too much next time. But thank you! :)

oh gosh QwQ
i hope you're feeling better now?

dw altrince all your poems are high-quality :3

I’m okay now! Thank you for asking!

Thank you ^-^

that's good to hear ^^ (and np !!)

this is the second year I’ve been using inktober as poetry prompts. 10/10 would recommend.

day 3 : vessel

From the lighthouse came a pinprick
And from the captain came a shout
That broke the death-quiet fog.
The captain steered ‘round the rough rock minefield,
As the house’s promise reeled us in.
The house was a home
and the home was a beacon
and the beacon was a path
and the path led home.
And I am a memory in the cabin of the crew
While the crew was hard at work,
And the crew was small and afraid.
And the crew told stories the rocks made,
and the house told stories the fog made,
and the light told stories the dark made,
And the stories made it home.

OMG THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA THANK YOU <3 (Also that was an absolutely lovely poem!)

It's for creative writing. I was thinking to split this poem into 3. It was supposed to have a section on winter.

The Four Seasons

The heart of nature is the seasons
For we give them names
And names instill purpose

The four seasons,
like everything in this world,
have personality

Spring is her father’s child
The firstborn of Winter and Summer
She is the elder sister
who is distant and cold when you meet her
but as you get to know her
she warms
In her, lies all the coldness of her father
and all the warmth of her mother

She summons the power of this world
and brings life to nature
She takes care of us:
the young who rely on her
for she, like her mother,
is full of beauty as well as warmth

Summer,
The warmest of the four,
brings forth light and prosperity
She is as gentle as her daughter
but as violent as her husband

She brings raging heat and tidal waves
Death and destruction
but we must not fault her for it
For we:
the Human race,
with our industry
have invoked her rage

We tell ourselves that it is her who ravages us
but we have done this to ourselves
Her temper will not lessen
if we stand idling by
and watch her fury destroy the planet
for which we call home

Fall
The youngest and shortest of the four,
The gentle brother,
Warm, like his mother
Cold, like his father

He creeps up on us with bouts of cold
and embraces us with warmth
Still not as deadly as his parents
He signals the time of hibernation
for much of nature

With his changing colors,
They remind us of his mother
who has only just passed

The warm hues of Summer melt
into the crisp, dark hues of Winter
He brings forth
the coldest, most brutal,
of the four with his passing

here is my melodramatic rant about the other night. still very upset about it, but the irony is great…aha.

——–tw for underage drinking.

On Getting Drunk Because I Was Denied Admission to The Rocky Horror Picture Show

I stood, homosexual,
In a line of townsfolk itching for a tranny fix.
understandably excited; a tranny myself,
I proudly wore Tim Curry’s seafoam smock,
the hair, the triangle, the tights, the pearls,
the academic excellence, the deranged repression,
even the sharp tongue— but no lingerie.
The everything expected, the everything
Good Enough and Frank-N-Furter, I wore.

I stood, homosexual, on the edge of irony,
pent-up, tickets at hand and ready for action;
A tranny, and a Frank, myself,
turned down before the clean townsfolk.
“Alcohol,” they said, “is served here,”
And that just wouldn’t do, I suppose.
“I’m terribly sorry.”

I drank, transvestite,
before the transvestite onscreen,
A tranny, a Frank, and a promising alkie myself,
in the lightless pond, with berry scented algae
whipped into hot, dense clouds. A horizontal
mouth watering in a horizontal beer
with naught to say and none to say to.

I drank, transvestite, with ambiguous spite,
In the tub, in hysterics,
A tranny, a Frank, a promising alkie, and all by myself,
croaking with the filthy ballads,
watching the vulgar red mouth.
Tearful, dark; an egg
poached in a sweet daydream of new skin,
a new body, new loves, newsworthy ridicule,
And ultimate pain-pleasure.

enough is enough
——tw for self harm

it’s not so different from then
same mistakes do happen
and same scenes seem to play on repeat all day

things you’ve given to me
love and care and worries
all build up in my mind in my sleep

my heart
is breaking
no more spaces fill in with more scars

my mind
is aching
i’ve won the fight but i’ve lost the war…
…with myself

it’s enough
all this pain is for nothing
i’ve lost it all
i can’t go on anymore
my world has broken down
to shambles and i’m still around
the shores
thinking i should step down

it’s enough
i’m so tired it’s breaking
this fragile soul endured
much pain and sin
my world has fallen down
to ruins i am drowning now
but i…
…i am still here, breathing fine.

it’s been long since that day
when i went my own way
i thought that i would find myself some day

many months and years passed
friends i knew have lost track
sometimes i think i’m walking alone

this room
i sleep in
house my nightmares and all my failures

this life
i live in
is only worth when i achieve gold…

it’s enough
i can’t fight here anymore
i’ve lost too much
my soul’s tired and sore
i’ve lost too many tears
i’ve wasted years inside my fears
to lose…
…instead of to let go

it’s enough
i’ve been fighting for too long
i know it’s better off
if i’m just gone
to slowly disappear
to leave without a single tear
is a dream…
…that i live with everyday

……

“it’s enough.”
i remind myself each day
the scars i’ve gained
means i’m stronger every day
it hurts to be alive
but at least i’m living my own life
my way…
…i guess that is okay.

“i’m enough.”
said the mirror i talk to
i smile through the tears
“i’m proud of you.”
though no one says the same
i’ll tell myself that every day
i’ll live…
… “i’m enough so that’s enough.”

altrince
i got so excited when i saw it was you who posted
one THAT WAS SUPER GOOD AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAa
two are you okay QwQ