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One Last Time
We’ll never be able to explain why
Explain to our kin why our elders die
When the time comes to say a final farewell
We crumble, our bodies become a shell
Like my fathers before me, the time draws near
To say goodbye, a last time, to someone I hold dear
With a heavy heart I write my words
To the bravest soul who has much endured
We as humans hate that which we can’t comprehend
Such as the sorrow felt when a life comes to end
No words to construct any thoughts coherent
We spend our time wallowing in bereavement
Few words can come to ever assuage
Our ardent melancholy and our burning rage
The earth takes in the bodies we undertake
She holds them all, on the soil we consecrate
We don’t hide emotion, for we cannot refrain
To express our sorrows of our attempts in vain
Our will alone could not save the myriads of lives
Save our children, cousins, brothers, mothers, or wives
Yet we cherish our dead in memories fond
We hallow their names in the face of God
And with my farewe
Explain to our kin why our elders die
When the time comes to say a final farewell
We crumble, our bodies become a shell
Like my fathers before me, the time draws near
To say goodbye, a last time, to someone I hold dear
With a heavy heart I write my words
To the bravest soul who has much endured
We as humans hate that which we can’t comprehend
Such as the sorrow felt when a life comes to end
No words to construct any thoughts coherent
We spend our time wallowing in bereavement
Few words can come to ever assuage
Our ardent melancholy and our burning rage
The earth takes in the bodies we undertake
She holds them all, on the soil we consecrate
We don’t hide emotion, for we cannot refrain
To express our sorrows of our attempts in vain
Our will alone could not save the myriads of lives
Save our children, cousins, brothers, mothers, or wives
Yet we cherish our dead in memories fond
We hallow their names in the face of God
And with my farewe
Kiterias Kiterias
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Death by Sea
I left her dead by the sea shore.
I left her where the waves were sure to pull her out to sea.
This is what she asked of me, you see.
She told me, days before, that she wanted to be buried in the ocean’s gentle, but masterful grasp.
She told me she wanted to always smell of the balmy salt water that always crashed on the shore.
She told me that she wanted to visit the Titanic, and the bottom of the deepest trench.
She told me that it had been her dream to see what it was like under all that water.
I told her that it wasn’t normal to be buried out at sea.
I told her I would miss how she always smelled of lavender after the rains crashed on our meadow.
I told her there wasn’t much to see on the Titanic, or the deepest trench.
I told her I would miss being able to see her, even on a good or bad day.
She sat at the crest of our hill and told me she knew.
She could sit at the crest of our hill overlooking the blue wonder that stretched to the horizon and tell me she knew.
I left her where the waves were sure to pull her out to sea.
This is what she asked of me, you see.
She told me, days before, that she wanted to be buried in the ocean’s gentle, but masterful grasp.
She told me she wanted to always smell of the balmy salt water that always crashed on the shore.
She told me that she wanted to visit the Titanic, and the bottom of the deepest trench.
She told me that it had been her dream to see what it was like under all that water.
I told her that it wasn’t normal to be buried out at sea.
I told her I would miss how she always smelled of lavender after the rains crashed on our meadow.
I told her there wasn’t much to see on the Titanic, or the deepest trench.
I told her I would miss being able to see her, even on a good or bad day.
She sat at the crest of our hill and told me she knew.
She could sit at the crest of our hill overlooking the blue wonder that stretched to the horizon and tell me she knew.
letmechoosemyownway letmechoosemyownway
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Fox in a Henhouse: Chapter One
I would have to come up with a plan, I realized, if I wanted to seize control of the kingdom in one fell swoop. It wouldn't happen overnight. There was no possible way that a mere servant boy (of my ranking, furthermore: I was looked down upon by the older working boys of the court) would be able to claw his way up through the ranks in such a short time. Reluctantly, I decided that I would have to bide my time until the opportune moment, though I was impatient to do so. But I forced myself to calm, and to think everything through. In order to rise to the top, I would have to become someone that held a ranking, someone that others turned to for counsel and someone that they could depend on. To do that, however, I would have to start from the bottom and find someone I could overtake. I worked for a while more in the court, quietly observing, gathering information, and plotting. I set my targets.
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Never Happening Again
Tony slid across the tile of the kitchen floor, grabbing her small bottle of chocolate milk from the counter as she did. Artemis was laying on the couch in the living room. The girls had Tony's house all to themselves. Her parents were at work, Clint had football practice, and Jaymee was hanging out with her friends for the day. Artemis groaned like Mordecai from Regular Show and rolled over on her side. She ended up falling off the couch in the process. Tony walked over and sat down on her back.
"Dude, I'm so bored!" she complained, "what do you wanna do Artemis?" Her friend hit her leg, meaning that she wanted her to get off. Tony rolled over and laid down on the floor next to her.
"Not sure. I'm kinda hungry. Do you wanna go get some food?" Tony nodded, taking a sip of her chocolate milk and hopping up off the floor. She grabbed Artemis and yanked her up.
The two of them walked into the kitchen. Tony went over to the refrigerator and grabbed a cup of
"Dude, I'm so bored!" she complained, "what do you wanna do Artemis?" Her friend hit her leg, meaning that she wanted her to get off. Tony rolled over and laid down on the floor next to her.
"Not sure. I'm kinda hungry. Do you wanna go get some food?" Tony nodded, taking a sip of her chocolate milk and hopping up off the floor. She grabbed Artemis and yanked her up.
The two of them walked into the kitchen. Tony went over to the refrigerator and grabbed a cup of
WRITERandPOET WRITERandPOET
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Literature
In The Basement Part 1
Jaymee grabbed the bowl of chips and ran back. More people were showing up fast, and the part was to start in 5 minutes. The occasion? Clint's graduation party. People were arriving fast-friends, family, and even more extended family. Clint was in his room, getting in his cap and gown. Hayden, Rob, Ryan, and Mason were waiting for him. Jaymee walked by his bedroom door and saw Hayden helping Clint fix his hair.
Men and their hair, Jaymee thought, bolting into her room. She grabbed a purple dress out of her closet and closed her door. She changed into her dress, which normally, she wouldn't be wearing, but she was presenting something for Clint, so she wanted to look nice. She put on her high tops and left the room, heading downstairs. She saw her parent's car in the driveway. They had gone to the museum to pick up something. Jaymee headed outside and saw Tony already out there, and her parents pulling something out of the back.
"Hey Mom, hey Dad," she greeted.
"Hey Hun, can you hold th
Men and their hair, Jaymee thought, bolting into her room. She grabbed a purple dress out of her closet and closed her door. She changed into her dress, which normally, she wouldn't be wearing, but she was presenting something for Clint, so she wanted to look nice. She put on her high tops and left the room, heading downstairs. She saw her parent's car in the driveway. They had gone to the museum to pick up something. Jaymee headed outside and saw Tony already out there, and her parents pulling something out of the back.
"Hey Mom, hey Dad," she greeted.
"Hey Hun, can you hold th
WRITERandPOET WRITERandPOET
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Literature
A Thousand Words
Carmina picked up another box and blew dust off of it. It flew around her, causing her to cough. There were beams of light shining in from the attic window, but no other way of seeing besides that. She picked up a box with a photo album on top and headed back downstairs, trying to keep more dust from entering her nose.
Zaria, Mercedes, and Harmon were waiting in the living room for her. They were all hanging out for the day. They had been doing homework, but that was finished. Since there wasn't much else to do, Carmina decided to snoop around in the attic. There were tons of boxes and other things there that she had never been through before, so she decided to check it out. She figured that her friends would have fun going through it too.
"What's in the box?" Mercedes questioned, lifting the lid and pulling out a smaller box. Carmina pulled out a few CD's, a little plastic container, and a bag of clothes. Harmon sat down next to her, and Mercedes and Zaria peered over their shoulders.
Zaria, Mercedes, and Harmon were waiting in the living room for her. They were all hanging out for the day. They had been doing homework, but that was finished. Since there wasn't much else to do, Carmina decided to snoop around in the attic. There were tons of boxes and other things there that she had never been through before, so she decided to check it out. She figured that her friends would have fun going through it too.
"What's in the box?" Mercedes questioned, lifting the lid and pulling out a smaller box. Carmina pulled out a few CD's, a little plastic container, and a bag of clothes. Harmon sat down next to her, and Mercedes and Zaria peered over their shoulders.
WRITERandPOET WRITERandPOET
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Literature
Lovely Rant
Do you ever have,
Anything nice to say to me?
Anything besides negative comments?
I'm sick of hearing "I hate you",
And not seeing any affection.
I'm almost at my breaking point.
What happened to that old saying?
If you don't have anything nice to say,
Don't say anything at all?
Quit trashing what I like,
And what I do,
Or my love for a certain band.
I'm just trying to be me,
So I'd really appreciate it,
If you'd be more supportive.
Quit lying to me,
Because I know that somewhere,
Deep down inside, the truth is there.
Anything nice to say to me?
Anything besides negative comments?
I'm sick of hearing "I hate you",
And not seeing any affection.
I'm almost at my breaking point.
What happened to that old saying?
If you don't have anything nice to say,
Don't say anything at all?
Quit trashing what I like,
And what I do,
Or my love for a certain band.
I'm just trying to be me,
So I'd really appreciate it,
If you'd be more supportive.
Quit lying to me,
Because I know that somewhere,
Deep down inside, the truth is there.
WRITERandPOET WRITERandPOET
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Literature
Black Veil Brides
Your music has changed my life,
It's helping me to heal.
Stitching up the wounds,
Giving me more confidence.
Nothing else has ever been able,
To heal me so quickly.
Let alone heal me at all,
So I thank you for that.
I feel like I belong to something,
When I listen to your music.
Like I'm part of something bigger,
That will take over the world.
Your music makes me happy,
To be who I really am.
It's inspired me to be,
The more spontaneous me, without being afraid.
It's helping me to heal.
Stitching up the wounds,
Giving me more confidence.
Nothing else has ever been able,
To heal me so quickly.
Let alone heal me at all,
So I thank you for that.
I feel like I belong to something,
When I listen to your music.
Like I'm part of something bigger,
That will take over the world.
Your music makes me happy,
To be who I really am.
It's inspired me to be,
The more spontaneous me, without being afraid.
WRITERandPOET WRITERandPOET
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Literature
Set The World On Fire
When they try to bring you down,
Set the world on fire.
When it feels like no one is there,
Set the world on fire.
When you don't know what to do,
Set the world on fire.
When you're showing all of your scars,
Set the world on fire.
When no one is listening,
Set the world on fire.
When you feel like you're about to break,
Set the world on fire.
When you stand against the liars,
Set the world on fire.
When you're proud to be a freak,
Set the world on fire.
When you feel alone,
Set the world on fire.
Set the world on fire.
When it feels like no one is there,
Set the world on fire.
When you don't know what to do,
Set the world on fire.
When you're showing all of your scars,
Set the world on fire.
When no one is listening,
Set the world on fire.
When you feel like you're about to break,
Set the world on fire.
When you stand against the liars,
Set the world on fire.
When you're proud to be a freak,
Set the world on fire.
When you feel alone,
Set the world on fire.
WRITERandPOET WRITERandPOET
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Literature
Fallen Angel
I'm proud to be me.
I enjoy doing the things,
That no one else does.
I don't mind being an outcast,
I love it.
Sure, there's nasty remarks,
But I don't care.
Those who mind don't matter,
And those who matter don't mind.
The only opinion I truly care about,
Is mine.
I'll wear what I please.
I'll do what makes me happy.
If I wanna spray random colors in my hair,
I will.
If I wanna draw stitches on my face with marker,
I will.
If I wanna wear socks with heels,
I will.
I don't care what you say.
It's my life, not yours.
So why does it matter to you?
I'll rise up with my flawed wings,
And smile when most would frown.
Your comments mean nothing.
I'm proud to call myself a Fallen Angel.
I enjoy doing the things,
That no one else does.
I don't mind being an outcast,
I love it.
Sure, there's nasty remarks,
But I don't care.
Those who mind don't matter,
And those who matter don't mind.
The only opinion I truly care about,
Is mine.
I'll wear what I please.
I'll do what makes me happy.
If I wanna spray random colors in my hair,
I will.
If I wanna draw stitches on my face with marker,
I will.
If I wanna wear socks with heels,
I will.
I don't care what you say.
It's my life, not yours.
So why does it matter to you?
I'll rise up with my flawed wings,
And smile when most would frown.
Your comments mean nothing.
I'm proud to call myself a Fallen Angel.
WRITERandPOET WRITERandPOET
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Literature
Rainbow
Colors brightening up the world,
Lighting up the sky.
They can't bring me down,
But they can surely try.
Smiling when comments are made,
And people try to bring me down.
Knowing none of it is true,
They're not gonna see me frown.
I bring a smile to people's faces,
When they're feeling upset.
I can brighten up your day,
I'll take every chance I get.
I'm the weird girl in class,
With rock music turned up loud.
Who sits there and writes poetry,
And I'm pretty damn proud.
In order to have joy,
You must suffer through the pain.
So in order to get a rainbow,
You must suffer through the rain.
Lighting up the sky.
They can't bring me down,
But they can surely try.
Smiling when comments are made,
And people try to bring me down.
Knowing none of it is true,
They're not gonna see me frown.
I bring a smile to people's faces,
When they're feeling upset.
I can brighten up your day,
I'll take every chance I get.
I'm the weird girl in class,
With rock music turned up loud.
Who sits there and writes poetry,
And I'm pretty damn proud.
In order to have joy,
You must suffer through the pain.
So in order to get a rainbow,
You must suffer through the rain.
WRITERandPOET WRITERandPOET
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Vampire Dream
I was standing in my kitchen. It was almost 12:30 at night. My mom was in the chair in front of me. My sister next to me. It was pitch black outside, and the only light was the light in the kitchen.
I could feel the evil coursing through me. It started at my core and spread from my head to my toes. It felt like something was oozing inside of me, and I had no control over it. The vampire stood next to me, watching me closely as I continued my evil transformation.
I was starting to loose control of my thoughts. I tried to shake it off, hoping it was a dream. But it wasn't. It was a living nightmare. I'd been bitten by a vampire, and I was turning into one of the evil creatures myself.
My head hung down, hair covering my face. It was over. I jolted my head back up and hissed, scaring my mom and sister. My eyes turned red, and I felt my canines elongate. They dug into my lower gums, which was painful. I looked down at my hands. My skin was growing pale. Well, more pale than it already was.
I could feel the evil coursing through me. It started at my core and spread from my head to my toes. It felt like something was oozing inside of me, and I had no control over it. The vampire stood next to me, watching me closely as I continued my evil transformation.
I was starting to loose control of my thoughts. I tried to shake it off, hoping it was a dream. But it wasn't. It was a living nightmare. I'd been bitten by a vampire, and I was turning into one of the evil creatures myself.
My head hung down, hair covering my face. It was over. I jolted my head back up and hissed, scaring my mom and sister. My eyes turned red, and I felt my canines elongate. They dug into my lower gums, which was painful. I looked down at my hands. My skin was growing pale. Well, more pale than it already was.
WRITERandPOET WRITERandPOET
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Heartbreak Healing
"I just don't understand!" she cried, "what did I do to deserve this? I'll tell you what I did-nothing! I did nothing to deserve this!" She collapsed onto her bed and cried into her hands.
She didn't deserve to have him dump her. She did nothing wrong. So why did he do it? No one knows. Her best friend sat down on the bed next to her.
"You need to cheer up," she told her, "you don't need a man to make you happy. You're beautiful. And you're prettiest when you're happy." She wrapped an arm around her and put her head on her shoulder. They'd been friends for as long as they could remember, and they were always there for each other.
She wiped tears from her eyes and took a deep breath. Her friend was right. She'd just needed a little encouragement. And what else are friends for?
"Thanks girl," she smiled, "I'll still probably be upset for a while. But you're right. I don't need a man to prove that to me, or anyone else." They gave each other a hug.
"So do you wanna talk about it anymore?"
She didn't deserve to have him dump her. She did nothing wrong. So why did he do it? No one knows. Her best friend sat down on the bed next to her.
"You need to cheer up," she told her, "you don't need a man to make you happy. You're beautiful. And you're prettiest when you're happy." She wrapped an arm around her and put her head on her shoulder. They'd been friends for as long as they could remember, and they were always there for each other.
She wiped tears from her eyes and took a deep breath. Her friend was right. She'd just needed a little encouragement. And what else are friends for?
"Thanks girl," she smiled, "I'll still probably be upset for a while. But you're right. I don't need a man to prove that to me, or anyone else." They gave each other a hug.
"So do you wanna talk about it anymore?"
WRITERandPOET WRITERandPOET
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Thinking Of You
Every single hate song,
I've ever heard in my life,
Makes me think of you.
I've ever heard in my life,
Makes me think of you.
WRITERandPOET WRITERandPOET
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And The Worst Part Is...
What's the worst part of...
Working?
Your first kiss?
Going to the amusement park?
Hanging out with friends?
Listening to your favorite band?
High school?
Your wedding night?
That cap and gown?
Summer vacation?
Raising a family?
Being creative?
Going to a concert?
They're all such wonderful memories,
That will eventually fade away.
Working?
Your first kiss?
Going to the amusement park?
Hanging out with friends?
Listening to your favorite band?
High school?
Your wedding night?
That cap and gown?
Summer vacation?
Raising a family?
Being creative?
Going to a concert?
They're all such wonderful memories,
That will eventually fade away.
WRITERandPOET WRITERandPOET
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Tears of Joy
He told me I was beautiful.
I cried all night.
I cried all night.
WRITERandPOET WRITERandPOET
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Hello to everyone here. I'm thinking of joining this group but I have a question. I mainly deal with prose and this site has a folder for ''original prose'', ''prose the second'', ''prose the third'' and so forth. What's the difference?
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It looks like this group is inactive. I'm trying to kickstart a few new writing groups. Check them out if you're interested.
Story-Specters
This is a writing critique group. It works off of a give-one get-one basis. Folders are routinely emptied to ensure critique requests are from active members.
Write-Fantasy
A Fantasy Literature showcase! Find fantasy writers or display your work. This group is organized by subgenre and offers dedicated folders for members' chaptered works.
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So my dastardly brother has decided to make himself of benefit to society by starting a blog wherein he critiques books. He'll mostly focus on self-published authors and beginners rather than doing the works of traditions authors...so basically don't expect him to run around talking smack about George. R. R Martin. Pfft, chicken. Anyway, if you have something that you want critiqued, go ahead and shoot me a note. I'll get it to him. This will be public and might get a little brutal depending on how much he finds, but he won't be mean or derogative and he's actively trying to help. Last thing to know is that these crits won't be book long or even entire chapters worth, he'll pick one or more sections of varying length, edit them and upload.
That should be everything. Feel free to ask questions.
Fare thee well my future friends.
P.S He's been critiquing for several years now, has written several books ( self published) and is widely read so he is somewhat experienced
So my dastardly brother has decided to make himself of benefit to society by starting a blog wherein he critiques books. He'll mostly focus on self-published authors and beginners rather than doing the works of traditions authors...so basically don't expect him to run around talking smack about George. R. R Martin. Pfft, chicken. Anyway, if you have something that you want critiqued, go ahead and shoot me a note. I'll get it to him. This will be public and might get a little brutal depending on how much he finds, but he won't be mean or derogative and he's actively trying to help. Last thing to know is that these crits won't be book long or even entire chapters worth, he'll pick one or more sections of varying length, edit them and upload.
That should be everything. Feel free to ask questions.
Fare thee well my future friends.
P.S He's been critiquing for several years now, has written several books ( self published) and is widely read so he is somewhat experienced
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