Gatsby and moreChief, in other words I can be called vice president of the club. I've made a new, fantastic friend Canaan, who has rightfully been voted as the Editor-in-Chief of the magazine. I'm looking forward to working with her this year to bring our magazine to the highest level. There are many talented writers, artists, and photographers in this magazine; it is exciting to work with artists at school and at NOCCA--best of both worlds. Well, that's basically what has happened over this past month. I'm looking forward to my future poetry as well!
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Adducing Her ConscienceJudgment commences above water to give conscience liberty and commencement. The Anthem, a ship untrammeled, sings harmoniously to the ocean and with the sailors: “O Ocean, must we fight thy waves? Must we go starboard and port for balance? O Waves, you are like the plight of slaves Must you deceit us with your fishy fence? O Ocean, must’st thou fight with thy waves?” The shabby corridors of The Anthem haAdducing Her Conscience
by ~YourFlavors
UtopiaThe fumes of peace-- to which we'll drink as never lighting this land and forever laughing upon a rose's bloom, the rose which purloins our pitiful beauty, wanders through our wilderness, and has Wicca on its side to curse all women as pollard willows until grouped with Satan-- will soon land themselves and blanket us to see merely false fait and true chaos and to remain in a classic revolution. The fumes of peace will depart to pollute some other utopia.Utopia
by ~YourFlavors
A Near SoireeWhen my glamour is maximized I will run, not from fear, but from a bliss filled with florid dresses and iridescent jewelry— without a manifested man into whom IA Near Soiree
will descend. I will question him to have
his accolade and his life to lead my life destined by Satan and carved by vengeful inventors residing in his conscience (or should I say shame?). I will be his wife, his slave in his home, and his captive caught
in the trap of man. My habiliments, those which are now heavenly and dazzling, will tatter and fall at the cause of foul labor. My dress will b
by ~YourFlavors
Humble Presents of a BroomAntagonistic pollard willows bathe in a breeze to result in dusty cracks on the park’s trail. Today, a sweeper brooms the willows’ wastes—humbly.Humble Presents of a Broom
The pollard willows portray a mere fencing of prisoners, from entering, that have not experienced empathy towards the aesthetics of the sweeper greet and grin—humbly.
He greets and grins at pedestrians by a rusted bridge cleaned by the labor of his broom. Yesterday, he also swept by the bridge saluting the thankless under weary willows—humbly.
Watching his days and boundless beams collect, a sym
by ~YourFlavors
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TomatoEase your way up this hill, Wade through the truth with me. We can rest when we reach the top.Tomato
Bold blue, foggy gray Touch and grab hold and reveal, As our ducks perform their rituals.
Bonds form between barbarians. Our commensurate fears identify And settle down with soul secrets.
It is acceptable for you to tell And acceptable for me to tell And acceptable for us to accept our exceptionalities.
This beauty is from beneath and within, These words are to define: redefine, To find, to be found by.
And by and by I am foun
by ~inkonmyface
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this comment below mine..
WHY DID YOU HIDE IT? XD
What did it saayy?
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EXCELSIOR~!
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EXCELSIOR~!
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"They're too good to mess up." *They mess up* Oooops. 8D Jynx'd
"Shut up, and sleep with me. Come on, uh-huh, and sleep with me"
"........Iiindeeeed."
"How I've waited to hear that. >:3" *Pounces*
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