Ridge clan (exp wc rp) OOC
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Posted 2024-11-03 18:03:47
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 LemonTree |The Best Zest #138311 |
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Posted 2024-11-03 18:05:44
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 Ghost of the lost #86186 |
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Posted 2024-11-03 18:09:18
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LemonTree |The Best Zest #138311 |
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Posted 2024-11-03 18:09:45
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Ghost of the lost #86186 |
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Posted 2024-11-03 18:11:46
The Winter ForestThe moist, earthy scent clouding the air. The inky midnight a blanket draped over the day, silver speckles pelting it. The whispering willows' towering over the whistling brush. With cold presence lurking, a beast staring coolly in the aching white. Doe leaping softly over the frozen rapids, the crunch of frostbite bliss. The forests call for your name. They plead for you to join their mesmerizing gaze. However, do not fall for the noble wolves howl, the manipulative coyotes growl. The melody of the crow's song, they are all quite wrong. Find yourself drawn near, you should grow a cold fear, the muscular bears roar and the graceful herd's call all leer. You are a fish on a line. The pearly, blinding blizzard binding the trees in the soft flakes of snow. The frozen lakes cackle and snap. The winter forest is a lure, and you are a fish on the line. ______________________________________________________________________ A PathwayThe future is a pathway, unwritten and yet undone. A splash of ink, a dash of hope. Yet the ink that plasters the wall of life still bounds and divots, ambushing the unready. It wraps its trembling body around the uncomforted, the saddened. The future is a pathway, unfinished and yet unraveled. A splash of kindness, a dash of honesty. The ink that ties the bridge of entity, still swivels and creeps, pouncing atop the unprepared. It coils its petrified corpse around the discouraged, the grieving. The past is a weight, holding and stubborn. It ties you down, holds you still. Unmoving, and steady. The past is a weight, the future a pathway. Yet still both secrets for the unknown. ______________________________________________________________________ NatureThe ravens caw, a shivering sound. A tremble to the passersby. The aspen and oak whisper and weave. A soothing sensation of voice. The foxes' burrow, a muddy hollow. A hole into the unknown. The woodpeckers stab and pierce. A persistent sound to the swallow. The wolves howl, a sharp cry. Unforgiving and ready to bound. The doe aware, she leaps and gallops. The stag left behind. The coo of the mourning dove, a warm bind to the eye. The rapids that house the streams, leap and reach. A simple song of the finches and sparrows. A chorus, harmony and melody. ______________________________________________________________________ ReefThe coral reefs shimmer and shine, grazing beneath the royal grass. Watch as they show their depth, hidden beneath the sands. Waters wading, they gleam like dense shards of glass. Sharp and piercing, cold on the wretched human hands. The coral reefs, white and dried, fading away from the ocean floor. Watch as they show their death, crumbling to the ground. The breezing sea air, unaware of what's happening, in the oceans core. The coral reefs, once beautiful and gleaming, have fallen with no sound. Once dense and bright, shining throughout the night. Once dense and bright, now dying in their cold spite. ______________________________________________________________________ MemoryI feel the gentle air that caresses my skin, my uneven and pale skin. I see the milky clouds, but I cannot hear what they seem to yell. I watch the streams that are patiently waiting to become rapids, which will never become. I smell the wafting scents that wade through the air like children in the water. Memories bring back old touch, a sensation that is once to become. I wish that memories I could grasp, but I fail to seek their attentive hands. I want memories to stay forever, yet I must let go of what blinds me. Memories are something unchangeable, a force immovable and invisible. Memories are something that will stay through you even if you let them go Memories bring back the sensation, touch and sight. Memories show a museum of different smells and tastes that are from the past. Memories are something that are let go unwillingly. Memories are something that I fail to release. ______________________________________________________________________ DogI loved you, so why did you hurt me? You gave me a job, but when I did it you got angry. Every day, you hurt me more in different ways. But words don't leave scars, nor do they leave bruises. Though you cannot see what you have done, I am still broken. But I loved you, because I am a dog. You were blind sighted by the money I brought you. You put me in a ring, and your words fueled me. I did what I was supposed to, but why didn't you say so? You never gave me praise, but I still loved you, because that was my job. You called me names, and you tore down my dignity. You made me fight my kin, but I still loved you, because I was a dog. I wanted to escape, but I couldn't leave you alone. Because I know what you've done to me, and I know what you'll do to them. But now I am here, I am rescued. I am where you won't be, even if it's soon. Because a dog is man's best friend, but man isn't always dogs. ______________________________________________________________________ MoonTonight, one night, the moon is the only light. A pupil of the deep ocean, a bead in a bracelet of night. An ever growing shimmer that takes over the sky. A reflection of day, and a creation of itself. Tonight, single night, the moon takes the wind and ties it. Like a pearl that glows, a gentle caressment of a mother. Like milk spilled upon a napkin, yet to be absorbed into the night. Like a cloud that was grasped, rounded into a soft ball. Tonight, empty night, the moon binds itself down. Shows the cold bliss of sorrow, yet the needy sound of rest. Like a silver bullet, that glides through the air with ease. Yes the moon, the gentle and soothing moon, is the star of the night sky. _____________________________________________________________ WaterA sleek beast that glides like the pouring of silk itself. A persistent monster that's waiting for an opportunity. A stream that's yet to be a rapid, a rapid that's yet to be a waterfall. A river that's yet to be a pond, a pond that's yet to be an ocean A cycle of wants that will never become granted, a wish that falls to silence. A secret that's kept among the water, a gentle yet coarse white lie. For it brings reflection, never soon to be its own vision. A sleeping giant that is patient for its power. Something ever so potent, yet still touches as satin. Like an air-born majesty, that holds to death tightly. Water, a beautiful thing, something that brings life. Water, an odd thing, in which it brings death. _____________________________________________________________ Dull ColorOnce so beautiful, vibrant, clear. Mixed with the ashes of what's burned so near. Tired and cold, scorched with sulfur. A frozen ember hidden in cover. Dull color, made from what was once a beautiful sight. Something so miraculous, soon to become an ache. A purpose that's been buried by the usage of want and hate. Once so gorgeous, joyful, real. A cut so deep, a change that makes a grown man weep. Dulled color, pale face, painstake. A bare minimum of attention that is yet to be fulfilled. Dull color, enough to make the fade of need. ____________________________________________________________ TreeSomething that's been cut, torn, snapped. Still holding to life like welding. Beauty that's chopped, teared, seared. An essence of trust and yearning. Something that's taken so long to reach, now falling without peace. Patience wasted on fools, patience wasted on tools. Insolent vision, blinded words that struck of lightning. Coarse silence, sharp nothing. Years past as wind, for a feeling of dense. Trying as a whole, succeeding in a wasteless dream. Time has brought death to the best. Cut the pain off like a tick on a tree. _____________________________________________________________ FosterPeople ask all the time "Why did you let something you love go?" And I reply with a close answer "If I didn't I wouldn't have saved her." And then they ask "Why did you release something you wanted?" And I reply With the same words "If I didn't I wouldn't have saved him." But the questions Don't stop. And the answers Don't pause. But they are always the same. And it's not my fault That love doesn't stop But it's the worlds fault That they won't stop _____________________________________________________________ FlowersTulips are beautiful, at least until they bloom. Magnolias are so pretty, but they last only a few days. Then they're just normal. Roses are everybody's favorites, until you get one with thorns. Dandelions are just another weed. Lilies are nobody's favorites, but they're so unique in every way. Lily's of the Valley are like glass, they'll hurt you so much Bluebells are magnificent, but they poison you. Lavender is so special, but everyone uses it for themselves. Daisies and Daffodils are always forgotten in the bouquets. Everyone likes gypsophila, until they are sick. Yarrow is just a plant, it will never be a flower. Peonies need help to bloom, but only pests will help them. Water lilies are pretty, until they aren't in the water. Bleeding Hearts can't help but be toxic _____________________________________________________________ StarEverybody wants to be a star. Everyone wants to be bright and shining. However the star wishes to be like everyone. To be like everybody. The star wishes that they were normal, that they didn't need to hide. The star wishes people would look at them. The star wishes they wouldn't go blind. Everybody wants to be a star. Until the star is dying and can't produce the waves and warmth anymore. Until the star has burnt out from all the work it has done. Until the star is no longer a star. Everybody wants to be a star. _____________________________________________________________ SpecialI tell my little baby's They are so special They have two hearts to love and beat. But nobody else thinks my babies will ever stand on their own six feet. They call them monster. But my babies are not a monster, they are perfect. They have two brains, double the knowledge. Six feet, more to run and frolic in. But as I awake from my slumber, my babies are gone. And the farmer stands there, I know what he has done. My babies are gone, he has slaughtered them. He has slaughtered him, my son. And all he says to my cries of despair. "Get this beast out of here" _____________________________________________________________ FangsI am sorry my dear baby. I did not mean to bare the fangs That once bit me like I have done to you. My pain was not supposed to be heredity. I did not mean to give birth to my own sorrows, my guilt. To give birth to my own blood spilt. I was not meant to bare the fangs that I was given. I was not meant to bear fangs. I swore I would be the mother that stepped up. I swore I would be different. But I was never taught how to love To caress, hold, and sympathize. For my child For you. I was not taught how to be a mother. I was taught that to survive I had to grow fangs. When you were born you were my burden You carried my burdens. But you cannot carry yourself, you are just a child. I pray you do not grow my fangs. I pray that you will not bite the way I bit you The way I was bitten. _____________________________________________________________ AquariumI only know the waves of people Not the waves of the ocean. Or the calls of my brethren. My kin are gone like the sound of the children at night. I cannot escape the bright lights. That slowly kill me. I cannot escape the torture I endure with obesity, whips. My bones ache, all I can do is float and turn. Unless there is a show. Then I am a star, I am free, I feel the breeze. For just one final second. But then, but still. I'm not an animal. I'm an accessory. Those are all my poems. |
LemonTree |The Best Zest #138311 |
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Posted 2024-11-03 18:14:25
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Ghost of the lost #86186 |
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Posted 2024-11-03 18:15:17 (edited)
I love making words confusing. But I hate not rping! |
LemonTree |The Best Zest #138311 |
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Posted 2024-11-03 18:16:40
I wouldn't be okay if I didn't rp at least once a day- |
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Posted 2024-11-03 18:17:39
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LemonTree |The Best Zest #138311 |
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Posted 2024-11-03 18:19:05
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Ghost of the lost #86186 |