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[WaR 2017] A Poem

Discussion in 'Stories' started by Monbrey, Apr 16, 2017.

  1. Monbrey

    Monbrey Pyromaniac

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    Genre: Psychological
    Setting: Space / AH World
    Character: Pokemon Main

    Disclaimer: We all know I wasn't going to take this too seriously and I really have no idea how to write Psychological. Here's my half-asrsed effort in poem form.

    That time of year again
    Where the writers lose control
    Greatness, or mediocrity?
    Determined by a roll

    The graders watch the frenzy
    They claim it's fun, it's pressure-free
    But as the sentencing continues
    The real fun is for me

    I float around above them
    Watching pencil marking paper
    Fingers tapping keys
    Ideas become much greater

    To focused to notice
    That a figure looms outside
    Because amongst the many stories
    There will soon be a divide

    Some prompts wont succeed
    They lack interest, lack devotion
    Hope fades to frustration
    And I'll feed on that emotion

    My strength grows with their anger
    While through the night I soar
    The deadline soon approaches
    And I hunger for much more

    The School for Gifted Youngsters,
    Kids striving for greater heights
    There I'll source my evolution
    On the competition's final night

    For them, it's stress, despair
    Slowly overwhelming most
    Their negativity collected
    To fuel a shrouded ghost

    The moon casts its glow
    Against the midnight sky
    No longer shall I feed
    As one girl starts to cry

    At last the time has come
    Thank you, failing brunette
    Against the midnight moon
    I, Shuppet, become Banette
     
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  2. Elysia

    Elysia ._.

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    omg claiming
     
  3. Elysia

    Elysia ._.

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    this poem was so good
    actually write more stuff please
    we believe in you

    putting more stuff here
    60 second timers suck
    10/10 husnain get!
     
  4. EmBreon

    EmBreon Senile

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    tbh this poem was p. good.



    9.5/10, I award you the useless but entertaining granny award. aka the UBEGA
     
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