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Fade to black
My eyesight dim
My thoughts lack
The strength to win
My head's pounding
My heart's straining
My eye's rounding
My strength's waning
My days are filled
With pain of Death
But I am willed
To suck in breath
I'm lost inside
The maelstrom of life
As I stand besinde
The point of Knife
It's too much for me
I WANT to die
Just leave me be
And don't ask why
My eyesight dim
My thoughts lack
The strength to win
My head's pounding
My heart's straining
My eye's rounding
My strength's waning
My days are filled
With pain of Death
But I am willed
To suck in breath
I'm lost inside
The maelstrom of life
As I stand besinde
The point of Knife
It's too much for me
I WANT to die
Just leave me be
And don't ask why
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TETRA'S FAMILY AND ALLIES Tetra - The Legend of Zelda The main protagonist of our series and the self-styled “Queen of the Jungle”. Tetra was orphaned at a young age when her parents were killed by Chief Redeye of Pellucidar, and was adopted by a family of Rillaboom who happened to pass by the abandoned cabin. Like her canon counterpart, Tetra is adventurous, tomboyish and not afraid to speak bluntly. Although she can come off as headstrong and bossy, more focused on finding rare treasures than her friends, she actually cares deeply for her ragtag crew of allies than she’ll dare to admit. When she’s not swinging from trees or hunting for hidden treasures, she’s lazing around eating fruit or terrifying the villagers into handing over their valuables Mpenzi - Pokémon Tetra’s adopted mother, who found her in the abandoned cabin and saved her from Redeye. Sweet, patient and understanding, Mpenzi has helped Tetra to understand her differences from the other animals of the jungle and
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Stung - Chapter 1
Chapter 1 I grabbed my bags. I’ve got about everything I need, a few spare sets of clothes just in case, some water bottles, my tent, sleeping bag, and some snacks. I ran downstairs with my bags and out the door, shoving my bags into my tuck. “You’re not gonna leave without saying goodbye now are you?” Mom called out from the front door. “Of course not, just putting stuff up before I forget to grab it,” I called back. I gave her a hug when I walked back inside. She was busy cooking breakfast, a simple meal of bacon and eggs to start the first real day of fall break off right. I sat myself down on a stool next to the kitchen island. “Thanks for letting me go in this camping trip for most of the break, it’s been forever since I’ve gotten to hang out with my friends like this,” “Well it’s been forever since you’ve asked to do anything too,” she said setting a plate of eggs in front of me. “Bacon should be done in a minute, don’t let your eggs get cold.” “Thank you, and it’s not
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Boring
Waking up, knowing that the day has nothing to offer but Feelings of sorrow, anger, and loneliness, brought on by Unshakable boredom Stuck in this house with a crippled woman who Reminds me of my hatred for this life Friends miles away, busy with responsibilities Games don't detach me from reality like they used to Books remind me too much of school Movies contain too many triggers for me Art is losing its beauty Sleeping pills are now on my list of basic needs My dreams are far more entertaining Existing feels like a waste of time...
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This is the other one i want to submit to Echoes across the Bay, but i'm not sure they'll like suicidal poetry. probabally (Is that spelled right?) not.
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Awesome "ABAB" rhyme scheme. The line "The point of Knife" is a little awkward though, probably because it isn't a complete statement. Then again, I see how it would be challenging to fix that line and still keep with the rhythm of the poem.
Dark and depressing, like most suicidal poetry. I like the ending particularly.
Good stuff.
Dark and depressing, like most suicidal poetry. I like the ending particularly.
Good stuff.