Poem
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I miss the days we frolicked together
underneath the golden sun.
Though those days faded like an ember
I’ll still remember just one;
I came home from school, a bright sunny day,
start of my short summer break.
Who ever could tell that that witch’s first spell
would create an aching heartache?
Twas saturday’s best
I thought I could rest
my eyes till spring shall end,
but as curtains fall
her majesty calls,
and I’d hope it was not the end.
When sunday did call, just like early fall,
I sprung out of bed to see
my brother and sister
acting like popped blisters
scarring and tearing up this family.
Monday did come
I saw a morning sun,
and in its loveliest rays;
their majesty before me, carving their own story
yet I could not avert my gaze.
Their laugh like a phrase
curing all of my malaise
and a heart that was kind but much more,
I hoped and I dreamed
for that one hallows eve
where we would both meet on that shore.
Tuesday a dread
as I laid in my bed
and noticed a thought which was rotten;
my home no longer safe, a mischievous place
and where my horrid past had fought in.
A friend long forgotten,
evenings spent alone,
being used for satisfaction.
Yet one thing stood clear
as I tried to steer,
my leader-like qualities lost traction.
I had no more home
just skin and bones
living with no outside life.
Throwing stones at a child who had jumped into a lake,
“she had done it to herself” is what they say,
but truly, honestly, it was fake,
as her truest friend had pushed her in.
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<333333 i love it
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@Lucid Oh my! This is amazing. Did you write this? Because this is so good. I wonder if other people in MPPC have made poems. It’d be cool for them to share their creativity.
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@Lucid ouch the last line
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Wednesday I feared
the end would be near
if I had lingered on too much longer,
but I looked behind me
and I did not see
one soul who truly fearmongered.Thursday I awoke
knew hope would soon poke
at the souls that truly did hear.
They listened and they lead,
they drowned away others’ dread,
yet nobody for them would hear.So I sat down again
and brandished my pen
across my drawing tablet for them.
I awoke to say,
on that warm friday,
Speak up, add color to gray. -
@Misty9118 But a script never ends until it stops moving…
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@Misty9118 add color to me? sounds a lil sus if you ask me…
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@Misty9118 fr my name is literally [REDACTED] lmao
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@KodaHasToKeepMakingAlts sus?
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@Misty9118 Oh wow! This is good : ) I am really gald that people in mppc make poems.
