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Moving On: Vol. #5

LECTURES 462
Votes 32
Chapitres 25
Durée 14m

LECTURES 462
Votes 32
Chapitres 25
Durée 14m

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This is just another collection of poems I've written. My other volumes include Want: Vol. #1, Too Late: Vol. #2, A Little Bit of Hope: Vol. #3 and Stronger: Vol. #4. This book, like the previous ones, will have 25 parts, then I'll start a sixth volume. For old fans who are reading this because of my previous work, I hope you enjoy this volume as much as the previous 4. And for newcomers, I hope you like my work, and maybe if you really like it, you'll want to check out the other volumes. Please, comment and vote (if it's worth it). But I would rather your comments, I feel like I get to know my readers that way, and I can improve my work from the thoughts you share. Thank you :)

Like in my fourth volume, readers, if you want me to write a poem about something, just comment on one of the chapters, and I'll consider the idea- there may be some I turn down for various reasons. I may have complete writer's block on that subject, or maybe I've written way too many poems about that topic.

Anyway, that's all. A special thank you to anyone who read through all of the above :)Tous Droits Réservés

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"Goodbye Curly Head", écrit par NUmaker

Through thick and thin the Law shall prevail. A new sense of purpose awaits us, children of light, in the land where it all began. The darkness in which we once cowered in fear, now curbed by the might of our endless light. Come, brothers, come, sisters. Let there be peace among the wicked, just as the Law dictates. Peace and certainty is all that you have ever longed for, little angel. A bright, stable future. A roof without holes above thy head. Acknowledgement and recognition of thy existence, feverish dreams of grandeur. Greed born from yearning, treacherous vines of rapacity taint your innocent soul. You seek a future that does not exist. Let thy fingers hold the fragile line between dream and nightmare. Let thy light navigate the path. Shall thee give in and falter, O' land of old, envelop his body in thy unending flame of chaos. Spit out nothing but an empty husk, the remnants of a smile once so bright. Shall thee prevail, O', Great Kazdel, I ask of you, the impossible - take mercy on the innocent. Don't let the radiance dim and don't let the mind turn bleak. Wake, young traveler. Bid thy farewells and burn thy bridges. It's time to say goodbye, curly head. Cross post from AO3. For a shorter and more on-point description, look no further! I had something silly written up before throwing it out in exchange for that wall of text upstairs. It's a little story "about a young, dumb sankta who's been dealt a bad hand at life, looking for his place in all this mess. The pointless search for a better future leads him far, far away from home, to a country forever ravaged by war and misery - Kazdel, the promised land where devils roam free and peace feels out of place." Anyway, it's quite lengthy, but hopefully enjoyable? Slide a comment if you want, I'll give you a tiny kiss on the forehead. Man, do I love comments. (Lastly, to point out, English is not my native language, but I don't think it'll be much of an issue ;3)

The Words I couldn't Say, écrit par -silentmochi

This is a place for me to put all the things I wish I said but I just couldn't. These are a way for me to "say" these things without actually saying them to the person I want to. I probably won't ever go back or read any of these because it's like revisiting a bad memory so don't expect much in terms of editing. Also I wouldn't consider this poetry but it is laid out that way. WARNING Talk of depression, suicide, anxiety, and self harm. Don't read if you don't like things like that and may get triggered. I don't mean to cause anyone problems of any sort, but these are the things I feel and can't help. Please keep negativity away as this is a sensitive subject for a lot of people. Thank you. Highest rankings: 99 in sadpoems Highest rankings: 118 in iwannadie

Live Outside, écrit par BeanieBridger

*COMPLETED* Over the years, I'd written many pieces of writing, and shared barely a fraction of them here. As of 2022, I found myself back here again, and in dire need of somewhere to write, and somewhere to share it. This is a collection of poems covering various states of emotion throughout a journey of healing, along with a few of my best from years before. I hope you all enjoy the journey I took through writing all of this.

𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠, écrit par sarah_sopko

⋆*°•✦✧⊹⋆ ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴅɪꜱᴛʀɪᴄᴛ ᴛᴇɴ ꜰᴀʟʟ ᴍᴀᴅʟʏ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ⋆⊹✧✦•°*⋆ ʜᴜɴɢᴇʀ ɢᴀᴍᴇꜱ ᴏᴄ x ᴏᴄ ────── More elaborate description inside. TW: very, very minor smut (warning provided beforehand so you can skip if it makes you uncomfortable), talks of torture, death, PTSD, and violence (obviously because its the Hunger Games lol) I do not own any aspects of The Hunger Games. All rights go to the respective parties. I do own all of my OCs and the plot I created. I am dyslexic, please kindly inform me of any spelling or grammar errors I may have missed.

FRAGILE GIRL || THE HUNGER GAMES ¹, écrit par -iamagoddess

I NEVER WANTED ANY OF THIS, I JUST WANTED TO GO HOME.. 'I KNOW, BUT NOW YOU HAVE A CHOICE TO MAKE..' I DON'T WANT TO CHOOSE..I LOSE BOTH WAYS.. --- frag·ile /ˈfrajəl,ˈfraˌjīl/ adjective 1. easily broken or damaged. "Before there was a dangerous woman, there was a fragile girl." --- ( OC x FINNICK ODAIR ) { PRE-HUNGER GAMES } [ BOOK 1 OF DANGEROUS WOMAN DUOLOGY ] --- { STARTED : JULY 14, 2020 - ENDED : May 12, 2024 } +Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN any part of The Hunger Games Saga ( I wish I did.. ), its plot, lines, or it's characters. I do, however OWN MY characters and every single one of their stupid jokes, so PLEASE don't steal my stuff. WARNING: (medium) swearing, gore, blood, torture, death and ( mentions of ) PTSD, alcohol use, and drug use.

Things to Think About, écrit par meeko228

[Part 1 in the "Contemplative Compositions" series] Here lies the random and slightly organized thoughts of moi. My take on the world is a click away. So, if you want to, CONTINUE!!!! In other words, this is a public journal full of my own and others thoughts. I'll add song lyrics from time to time. Some things may seem personal, other for the whole world to consider. Many topics here are controversial and many will or will not agree with. But that's the point; they are things to think about. (This is "Part 1". This will be finished after I reach 100 parts. After that, I'll start a new "Things to Think About", but it will have a different name. This is not something I want to stop, I just don't want it to get too overwhelming.)

wilting roses, écrit par SicklySweet708

Another collection of (bad) poems. *tw: mentions of sexual assault, drug use, drinking, suicidal ideation and self harm* -a collection of poems that document my experiences with my mental health throughout high school. a warning: i had a few undiagnosed disorders, as well as a self harm addiction (in recovery now!!) so reader discretion is advised. started: November 2019 finished: May 2023

The Scent of Roses || Coriolanus Snow, écrit par sunlightxing

You're in your senior year at the Academy when Doctor Gaul decides alongside her gamemakers that the mentorship program should be reinstated. You're tasked with making the Capitol fall in love with your tribute during the 15th Annual Hunger Games. After your tribute claims victory, as well as captures the hearts of the Capitol and your own, Professor Gaul calls you into her office. She's seen your promise as a student and invites you to take on an internship underneath her. The catch is you just work closely with Coriolanus Snow, one of her newest apprentice gamemakers. Something about him upon first glance forms a deep pit inside your stomach; there's something off about that man. While the intention to put you alongside him was to help advance your studies, it's clear he has something else in mind. He wasn't lying when he said, "I'll teach you everything." Set 5 years after the events in "The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes." Story is for mature audiences only. *WARNING: SMUT* *WARNING: Coriolanus Snow is a manipulative man!* DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters, outside of OC's, nor anything to do with the Hunger Games universe. I will try my best to follow the original plot but there's a lot of gaps that need to be filled.

Coherence ✔️, écrit par squi1d

COMPLETED, next poetry collection coming soon This is a poetry collection that is both ever updating and ever changing. This collection of poetry isn't exactly traditional or ever a solid complete piece of prose, I am ever adding and changing and morphing them into something I feel is better or is more to what I feel suits the character or the emotion I wrote the poem to embody. That being said, this collection has some works alike the past one that I made a few years back that doesn't quite hold up to standard today. I have poems that I have remade and moved into this collection, so If you have come from the previous collection know that if you recognise the theme it's because of that. I created this intended as both a challenge to write some feelings into something productive as-well as to write some inspired works made for a character I made as I wrote the poem or for a event or piece of media I enjoyed. Nothing is ever solid or at least their perspective will change as I write the poem or rewrite it. Anyways enjoy, I try not to be too pretentious but I don't really care because again this is a vent piece of work.

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"Goodbye Curly Head"

Through thick and thin the Law shall prevail. A new sense of purpose awaits us, children of light, in the land where it all began. The darkness in which we once cowered in fear, now curbed by the might of our endless light. Come, brothers, come, sisters. Let there be peace among the wicked, just as the Law dictates. Peace and certainty is all that you have ever longed for, little angel. A bright, stable future. A roof without holes above thy head. Acknowledgement and recognition of thy existence, feverish dreams of grandeur. Greed born from yearning, treacherous vines of rapacity taint your innocent soul. You seek a future that does not exist. Let thy fingers hold the fragile line between dream and nightmare. Let thy light navigate the path. Shall thee give in and falter, O' land of old, envelop his body in thy unending flame of chaos. Spit out nothing but an empty husk, the remnants of a smile once so bright. Shall thee prevail, O', Great Kazdel, I ask of you, the impossible - take mercy on the innocent. Don't let the radiance dim and don't let the mind turn bleak. Wake, young traveler. Bid thy farewells and burn thy bridges. It's time to say goodbye, curly head. Cross post from AO3. For a shorter and more on-point description, look no further! I had something silly written up before throwing it out in exchange for that wall of text upstairs. It's a little story "about a young, dumb sankta who's been dealt a bad hand at life, looking for his place in all this mess. The pointless search for a better future leads him far, far away from home, to a country forever ravaged by war and misery - Kazdel, the promised land where devils roam free and peace feels out of place." Anyway, it's quite lengthy, but hopefully enjoyable? Slide a comment if you want, I'll give you a tiny kiss on the forehead. Man, do I love comments. (Lastly, to point out, English is not my native language, but I don't think it'll be much of an issue ;3)