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I have no idea what that name is, but I have an idea for us energetic and bored or even those who are currently witnessing writer's block! Let's play a thread game! We write poems based on the previous person's poem. If you find some sort of loose connection, paint a picture for the next person...

This one has a format that RPN doesnt allow me to do. SO i screenshotted it lol.

"Lonely" Lonely Are you lonely? Taking up arms and Revolving around slowly Painting a picture of Mans duality between Purity, golden-holy Opportunities No one told me Grow up fast Or grow up slowly Romance is only an option for Groups of people who vow away similarities In hopes that the...

“Survival Horror” Survival horror In the brain A metaphorical bullet inches towards my spinal cord Limbs are...

“Ingrained” Oh Socrates, I must ask for aid! This tree is beautiful, I must take its leaves Oh Socrates, I must ask for aid! This tree is youthful, it's got so much bark for fire Oh Socrates, I ask for wisdom! The tree is dripping with sap and throwing away seeds Oh Socrates, I ask for...

In response to a lit club prompt "witching hour" during October: "Witches Brew" I solemnly swear to your uncle I'll fluidly peel his knee socket and Rip ligament from his bone jointed I wonder how it must present when The blistering boils your skin bundles Little hairs will make the...

"World Eater" Honesty's fall has sacked intrinsic personality The taste of unwashed anxiety Immensely desiring to pray upon the strong For I would never ever get along With the thoughts of noses painted brown And people who lick top grain Lucchese bottoms To tell me about a world in...

HELLO RPNATION! I am going to make this new Megathread to attach my poems to it as to not clog up the writing section with separate posts lol. I will post my poetry here in hopes you all enjoy it! Maybe you can gain some inspiration from them! Thanks! With love, Tristan S.

Sands of Fears “Hammerfell is an unforgiving land of viper-hands and convoluted royalty. The sands of the Alik’r have everything to do with driving my people mad, and even moreso to do with the Satakals. Yokuda used to be our home, home of the Redguards, but even the deserts there were not...

They just vanished, into thin air. Once the smoke cleared they were gone. I wonder if they still dream in words, with fluttering syntax? Sleep well, Skele-durge. Your slumber must be peaceful.

PRE-STORY NOTE: I am not sure which final draft this is, as there were three(one before submitting, one after, and one after the editor of the student magazine edited it), so apologies if there are typos or weird grammar/ syntax errors. I hope you enjoy it, ONWARD! <3 Chapter: Canis Major...

CHAPTER 1: A god weeps at the idea of the souls in the sand who must witness the revelation of the light through the darkness. The eyes pierce from the galaxy into Uriel’s kind. Waiting. Watching. Hoping. Enumerated the prowess to pray upon the strong, for the weak may suffer no more. However...

Rest in peace Gusto, I'll love you forever in my memories!

I pray thee scientist return one day, for we must rejoice in technological advancement!

I have arisen from beyond, for what hast thou been told of my dreadful death? Arise I must. Arise I will. For you and I will dance asunder!

rip harps baby boy you will be missed with gusto and a true sense of immortalization

wake the f**k up samurai

I need another invite to the discord server