she/her————pro-life————Christian————climber of rocks, trees, and rooftops----reader of poetry, Antoine de Saint Exupery, Pam Munoz Ryan, and Anthony Doerr "She is too fond of books, and it has turned her brain." -Louisa May Alcott
Here is the bracket for this year's April Madness! Eight of you will advance, and there will be a redemption bracket held next round for those who didn't.
Remember, submissions for the first round must be posted by . Please only submit one poem each round! If you have edited your submission, please add a note saying you have done so.
Have fun! If you have any questions, feel free to ask.
i don't understand why we hate yellow flowers that become wishes.
"weeds" don't normally look like the sun or give hope to people who are
running low on it. leave them there: hope that fits in your hand is
better than something you have to keep mowing down.
she/her————pro-life————Christian————climber of rocks, trees, and rooftops----reader of poetry, Antoine de Saint Exupery, Pam Munoz Ryan, and Anthony Doerr "She is too fond of books, and it has turned her brain." -Louisa May Alcott
and if the image does not work for some reason, here is the text version~
Spoiler! :
Moonlight Shadows
Frustrating was the flickering conflict of the heart. Puerile me used to fear the inferno of fondness. Dare not go near, in the embrace of its warmth. But the choice of being scorched or immolate was beyond us...
Was it the fire I fretted or the amorphous shadow luring by its side? The ethereal darkness of untold stories, of unknown feelings. The gossip of fly ashes mingling around choked my flight, to euphoria, sitting side by side with love beside the glowy burnings.
Now I turn to a different side, a different sight. I want to show love, my naked self before the moonlight. I want love, to laugh at my dancing silhouette. Oh, the dreaming grey is too beautiful to remember this meaningless fight!
And no I am not lost I am just letting go of the beast
Gender:
Points: 12
Reviews: 42