Hi everyone!
Because the day is weaning and the night is short, I'll make this thread so we can start something.
Please write a quick Bio Poem about yourself using your username.
The formula is simple, just work with the following suggested lines and see what you come up with.
Start of Username
Who is...
Sibling of...
Lover of...
Who fears...
Who needs...
Who feels...
Who would like to see...
Who lives....
End of Username [or repeat your username, or a nickname]
Try to make it something that no one else could say, and don't be afraid about making a bunch of sentences or going off what they think is the topic. These can be unique or as plain as you want them to be.
Since we are getting to know each other, I'll start by sharing a Bio Poem about myself.
Aley
Who is really nervous
about being a camp councilor.
The idea of guiding people
into the dark recesses of the inter-web,
and being the rock when the lights go out
isn't her idea of the best of times.
Sibling of chaos and patience,
she is the yang to Chaos' yin,
but still a relation
when the night is dark
or clothes have to be folded.
Lover of form,
like squares and circles
winding around a sunlit day,
or a poem that has to be
just a certain way.
Who fears failure, but don't we all?
She fears failing after every ounce of sweat is gone
and she's dead in the dirt with only half a job done
but it's more than that.
She fears being called lazy,
or being laughed at for lacking skill
and that's just the cap on the soda-bottle.
Who needs confirmation
that she's going in the right direction,
and who feels that wandering too far away
from the street lights will yield in getting lost.
Stuck in the cold woods in the rain,
but not shivering because walking is hard
so the rain just rinses the sweat off her brow
and lost is alright, as long as this is the right way.
Who would like to see YWSers bloom
into competent people
who won't close their eyes to pain
or turn their backs to discouraging feedback.
Who lives here,
in this moment and time,
dreaming that the next
one will still contain her.
Dream
Now that you've read mine, what will be yours?
Bio Poems -Day 1
13 posts in this topic.
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Such fun!!
Mine got a little out of hand, but eh.
//Pompadour
Who is straying off paths
and painting her horizons dappled colours,
ones that she hopes
no one will see.
Who hides among the swaying pine trees
and the foliage of dog-eared pages--
the smell of coffee and spilled tea,
merely pretending to--or not to, as the situation occurs--
prove her existence.
Sibling of uncertainty and haphazardness.
She likes to think she isn't
as rocky a cliff as she may seem,
and that if you close your eyes
to the lighting,
you will not hear the thunder.
But she knows that is not true.
She likes to think it's true anyway.
Lover of constellations,
and the paths they weave,
the hollows she traces with the tips
of her fingers.
Swallowing the sky has never been
an easy task, but it fills her up
the way a happy heart
floods you up with ecstasy.
Who fears failure
almost as bad as vertigo.
But heights have never been something
to fear anyway.
Vertigo is falling into a ravine
of mottled ivy and broken
symphonies.
It is falling into a sea
of disappointed faces and heartache.
It is falling, and falling--
and falling forever.
Who needs hope, a hand
to tell her that maybe
the sky's not such a bad place to live in
and that fear of fear is something
that she'll fear all the time anyway.
That the rocking of the sun to pulsating rhythms
will keep her alive.
Systolic action is not enough to sustain
what dreams in glass bottles
and going-off-tangents provides.
Who feels that there is always truth
hidden amidst lies and the world
contradicts itself
in ways we will never know.
The truth may be lied for, after all.
Who would like to see poetry
flow from the eyes
of people and places and tell her
to keep dreaming.
Who lives as a prisoner,
watching these sky-scapes flood up
the blank tiles, the white-wash of a world
that is dead.
But who dares to hope
that if she hopes hard enough,
there is someplace, somewhere,
in some cosmos beyond where she will find--
Freedom.//
Can't wait to see what others have to post~ -
Meg
who has trouble thinking of metaphors
and isn't sure how
to break
things
up?
but likes the way things sound
and describing images that float in the space
between her neck and the ceiling
i was really just going to say i was kinda shy,
inching out of a plastic shell,
but this sounds better
sibling of light and laughter,
watching butterflies and blowing bubbles.
but also sister of focus,
taking a half hour to write a silly little introduction poem.
lover of new things and diversity
prose, poetry, fiction and not
offer a pie, i'll stick a finger in it
who fears failure like apparently everyone else
what i love is inhibited by the fear of stepping into the dark
what if i'm not good at it?
what if i'm wrong?
what if i'm right?
who needs acceptance
the god of everything i do
will i be considered normal if...
will i look like a weirdo if...
will i come off too needy if...
sometimes needs aren't as enjoyable as food and sleep
who feels like everyone needs a hand
how can i help you?
what do you want to do?
how can i make you happy?
what's wrong?
can i fix it?
do you want me to stop asking questions?
who would like to see
the name changed to unsinkable titanium hotdogs
who lives in a place of procrastination
but sincerity
so it'll get done...
eventually -
...sug
*totally didn't forget the last half of her name* -
It's rough and all over the place, so I en-spoilered it. Definitely not a poet.
Spoiler
Gold
Who is, dictionary.com writes, “a yellow metallic element, highly malleable and ductile, and not subject to oxidation or corrosion.”
Yellow? Uncheck.
Metallic? Uncheck.
Malleable? Uncheck.
Ductile? Uncheck.
Not subject to oxidation or corrosion? Uncheck.
Sibling of silver, otherwise known as Ag:
“a white, ductile metallic element, used for making mirrors, coins, ornaments, table utensils, photographic chemicals, conductors, etc.”
Lover of darkness.
Of course, gold gets exposed to a lot of darkness,
underground and secret vaults,
but she's not gold;
she loves a different darkness.
Mystery.
Who fears fire. They say the only way to conquer your fear is confronting it. Unfortunately, if she did, she’d be a pile of ashes, so she combined the two, gold and flames. Guess what she got? Flowers. Flowers!
Who needs to change her username but doesn’t have the heart to.
Who would like to see world hunger, poverty, and disease vanished. Who would like to see all of us equal, as we were created.
Who would like to see second chances.
Who lives in the future,
in dreams and goals, and also in the past,
in humanity’s accomplishments.
But never the present.
Flame -
Enspoilered to save space.
Spoiler
#D65F54 ">JayeWho is the smartest
Man
On Earth.
Enjoys imparting
His infinite
Wisdom
Upon himself.
Sibling of billions,
A brother
To three.
Once lived
In a place
Where you and me
Was we.
Lover of all things
Red
And Red.
Dreams
Of a place
Where red
Is the only black.
Who fears a
World
Without chocolate.
Or cheesecake,
Or cheesecake
Eating
Redheads.
Who needs paper
And pen
To survive.
Musical notes
Unsung,
Painted on canvas
Without brush.
Who feels like
Crying
Because he has no chocolate or red haired girlfriend.
But crying
For joy
As well
Because he has cheesecake.
Who would like to see
A live
Red haired beauty.
And also
A broken home
Returned
To life.
Who lives
Somewhere
On Earth.#D65F54 ">- JC - -
I think we need a like button in clubs. A lot of these are really cool.
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Spoiler
Strangelove
Who is a
writer of "crude" poetry,
Adolescent boy,
And a member of YWS.
Sibling of
One brother,
and two sisters
Lover of
Film,
Life,
Music,
Green bell peppers,
And spoken word poetry about teenage angst.
Who fears
Goats. I'm not lying, I fear goats.
Who needs
Food,
Water,
Sunlight,
And a goal.
Who feels
That I write stupid, obscure "poetry",
And that Wattpad is overrated.
Who would like to see
Offspring live, as such as Reel Big Fish, and other bands that are awesome,
A woman president,
And scientists calling Pluto a planet again.
Who lives
Writing and film.
Strangelove -
Oh! We've started! xD Okay.
[spoiler]Sky
Who is unsure of where she stands,
not only with people,
but physically, because she's moved
so many times, her ground can change at any moment.
Sibling of the world,
the grass the green,
the flowers,
her sister and brother,
and the sunshine that rises her spirits when she sees it.
Lover of smiling, smiles,
people smiling at her,
and the beauty of a blue sky with clouds all around it.
Who fears rejection, failure,
pain and sorrow,
and sometimes even happiness because,
could it be true?
Who needs
understanding, friendship,
chocolate, good fooooooood,
and laughter.
Who feels absolutely everything in the world, who feels every heartache, burns for every brokenheart, yearns for those who want
Who would like to see...
Who lives....
End of Username -
Well, now everyone knows exactly what it's like to be me. That was an accident! xP
I can't finish this now, I have to leave. But I will try to come back and finish it. -
Who would like to see hope in this world.
Who lives on the back of the wind, letting it take her wherever it wishes to. For she is, and will always be a
dreamer.
[finished x)] -
Here ya go!
Spoiler
FatCowsSis
Who can't seem to find a straight path.
Is stuck in valleys,
Distant peaks getting lower and lower.
Sometimes can't remember the highs,
But knows they're there.
Sibling of friends,
Who are sisters.
And blood,
Who are brothers.
Lover of her friends,
Family,
And the Creator of all.
Who fears silly things,
Like spiders and bugs.
Who fears rejection, hatred,
And the loss of love.
Who needs Jesus,
But feels like she needs more.
Friends who care,
People that listen,
And family that will love again.
Who feels emotions,
Like pain and sorrow,
But joys with love and kindness.
Who has been hurt so much,
That the bad things are main feelings.
Who feels physical things,
Like cold tears, falling down her face.
Who would like to see the world,
Without depending on glasses for sight.
Who would like to see the hearts,
Of those she calls friends,
Or family.
To see once and for all who they truly are,
Without guessing.
Who lives simply,
In a quiet place of chaos.
And has a nickname,
That shows the fake part of her life.
The life she pretends to live:
Princess
My nickname was given to me by my fellow color guard members, not my parents. -
*meanders in and posts 3 days late 'cause she's recalcitrant*
Ongoeslife
Who is a Christian first and foremost, but is also a pretty wacky character who rehabs squirrels and is double-jointed like, everywhere. Who never knows exactly how to respond to emotional people, but somehow manages it okay, even though she sometimes tells them to just STOP TALKING!
Sibling of six, including Stori, Swiftfur, DragonLily, Fire Light, and Yagaron (all YWS members). Also has adopted her best friend, happysmilers (on YWS) as a sister.
Lover of SQUIRRELS! And foxes, cats, hedgehogs, horses, and, and, and.... Lover of solitude or quiet companionship, and warm hugs. And food.
Who fears just about everything that has to do with life. Like everything.
Who needs a brain! And to not let her past experiences cause fear that controls her life.
Who feels confident only in Christ, 'cause she knows she's too screwed up to do anything alone!
Who would like to see her whole family be put back together. And a penguin.
Who lives in three different houses (parents', grandma's, and teacher's) and occasionally in a tree. (Because trees are awesome.)
Scratt.
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