Yes, I do know that this Idea has already been used in the Tavern, but I believe it would do good if this topic was in the Arts, Music, and WRITING section as of now.
Let's hear the Bard we all (hopefully) know that's inside you. He wants to escape, and through the Armor citizens, and their poetry, he can! I want to see your best poetry here (in the correct area) and I hope we do actually see that some people have a creative side to them, and not just something that's too corny (although those poems are acceptable)
Ah, excellent. We are starting poetry at school...
My Grandma's Biscuit Tin (This is my homework....)
My Grandma's biscuit tin always sat on a shelf. Filled with mystery. Inside she kept her cherished memories, clippings, photos, memories. I would stare at it for hours on end. Waiting, watching, hoping. Maybe one day I would see inside. Mystery, hoping, waiting. My Grandma would never let me see in it. Sadness, despair, Loss.
My grandma became sick and went to hospital. Worry, pain, misery. She died that same week. Loss, greif, depression. And so we had to sell her house. Hollow, empty, anguish. So I pulled down that biscuit tin. Excitement, wonder, hope. Inside were pictures.
And i will hold your head above the waves that hope to swallow and drag you down.
I see fear in your eyes yet they still shine with passion of an indescribable kind like a blanket of stars in a moonless sky as the world continues to hold us against this endless horizon in this lonely sea you and i knew for the first time what it meant to be together and still remain alone
We could die like this in each others arms alone miles and miles far from what we call our home but this ending is beautiful our hearts could beat as one as we close our eyes for the final time goodbye faith goodbye fear nothing can never take this from us.
No, it wasn't me nemisis. [Just a girl whose rice I threw around....] She didn't actually hand it in though, just showed me.
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Dreams are things that are special. True only to youself. You aim for them and hope That they may be true one day.
But sometimes no matter how hard you try, these dreams end up with you sad. Thrown at the ground and broken. Into a thousand pieces like a smashed bottle.
Our lives feeling like a ruler. Snapped in half down the middle. Broken fragments flying out- and hitting other people.
But luckily we cant stay this way, Forever and a day. We sometimes need to just let go. Of our dreams that began long ago.
But letting go isn't that simple. As our lives twist and turn. The hurt is pushed into the back of our mind. Where it becomes lost and forgotten.
Until one day when we rediscover it. And it hits us like a car. It knocks us senseless. And brings back all of the hurt.
