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Literature
Vent Poem
I have a Tempest in my heart
that will tear me apart
it got to my very core
becoming part of my lore
it's pulling me into the darkness
with its desperation and lonliness
it came a long time ago to stay
and for that, the price I'll have to pay
all that awaits me is suffering an pain
the type that has nothing to gain
Some see it as just a game
but this storm is impossible to tame
The demons are plaguing my mind
and a solution I can't seem to find
I can't seem to end
this painful trend
as much as I tried and tried
and many tears I cried
all I can do is survive
just fight to stay alive
my future isn't bright
I can't win this fight
to fight is p
Literature
Healing Hand - Part I
Part I
He hummed a tune as the horse-drawn cart traveled him down the dirt road. The sun was high and warmed his pale face. The light breeze blew into his thick chestnut brown hair, filling his nose with the smell of nature. To his right was a pristine bedrock river, he watched as a few fish traveled along its current. While to his left was thick forest, which filled his ears with the sounds of chirping birds, buzzing bees, and other pleasantries. Out in the distance was a range of mountains. Who stood strong and defiant over the centuries of rain, sleet, snow and wind.
The man had no real destination. He wished to travel, and t
Literature
Farewell
Dear, Jessica.
Today Ronnie Childs died. Lucky me. The boys don’t want me to walk out and walk freee.
I can’t blame you for finally leaving me those months ago, but I know you too well.
You wouldn’t have ripped me from your heart, even though you should have. I don’t regret loving you, but letting you love me is the greatest sin.
Or second worst. The first was joining a gang.
I went numb as I ran out of things to care about.
Stopped caring about the taste of blood drawn in a fight, the bruises and cracked bones of my boys and myself, or what the other guys looked like.
Stopped caring about breaking into stores, robb
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Essai d'un terza rima.
Le terza rima est un poème d'origine italienne qui respecte trois règles :
*La rime du premier vers et la rime du dernier apparaît que deux fois. La rime de tous les autres sont de trois.
*Le nombre de tercets n’est pas limité.
*Le dernier vers est toujours isolé.
Sa structure pour les quatre tercets donnent donc :
ABA-BCB-CDC-DED-E
Le terza rima est un poème d'origine italienne qui respecte trois règles :
*La rime du premier vers et la rime du dernier apparaît que deux fois. La rime de tous les autres sont de trois.
*Le nombre de tercets n’est pas limité.
*Le dernier vers est toujours isolé.
Sa structure pour les quatre tercets donnent donc :
ABA-BCB-CDC-DED-E
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Il est trop bien ce poème *w* J'adore la manière dont tu décris la rose, et je trouve la dernière phrase vraiment très bien trouvée :3
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