Carpediem Stories

❝𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭.❞ ✧ [ W. Shakespeare ] ────୨ৎ──── Juliet Nolan is a young woman trying to survive Welton Academy after a difficult past. Her grandfather, the school's principal, gave her strict and clear rules to follow, but in a place where a single mistake costs everything, what would happen if she broke them? ────୨ৎ──── [ a Dead Poets Society fanfiction ] [ Charlie Dalton x fem!oc ] [ third person pov ]

Evelyn Nolan never expected to spend her seventeenth year living in an all-boys school. As the granddaughter of Welton's headmaster and daughter of its vice principal, she has always known what is expected of her. But everything changes when she meets John Keating and a group of boys who see the world a little differently. Between poetry, friendship, secrets and rules meant to be broken, Evelyn discovers that Welton may be more than just a school.

All her life, Christina George had been taught how to live like a perfect lady. Perfecting house chores, lessons on femininity, being easy and submissive to the male world, preserving her beauty, and being house-oriented. But her life changed when her mother died of tuberculosis. Her destiny removed her from the shelter of her house in Peacham, under her mother's shade, and placed her in the cold Welton Academy, where everywhere she looked, there were boys whom she was not supposed to be near. Her father, Mr. George, who has always been far from his family for the sake of his career, wanted her daughter to be a doctor before she would marry so that she would not have to depend on a man. Already abandoned by one parent, Christina feared that if she didn't walk on her father's path, she would be abandoned by her other parent, too. What happens when a guy named Charlie, who seemed like a perfect candidate for her marriage falls in love with her, but he despises conformity as much as Christina loves it?

လူငယ် ၉ ဦးပါဝင်တဲ့သူငယ်ချင်းအုပ်စု။ [Cortis x Lngshot]

Peter Carasso doesn't have a job, since he burnt down his last one, but he figures that's alright because he's constantly preoccupied with saving his sister Madeline from drunken chaos. However when Madeline drags in a stray friend, Aiden, burning down his job would soon become the most normal thing on Peter's list that week.

❝ Unless you love someone, nothing else makes sense. ❞ ~ E.E. Cummings. A Dead Poets Society Story. At Welton Academy, rules are scripture, tradition is sacred, and silence is survival. For Frances "Frankie" Whitmore - the first girl quietly enrolled under a forgotten clause - it's a place she was never meant to be. Sharp-tongued and sharper-witted, she walks the halls like a secret waiting to be kept, until a boy with ink-stained fingers and too-loud laughter sees right through her. Charlie Dalton is everything Frankie isn't supposed to want - reckless, radiant, and restless to burn the world down if it means feeling something real. But beneath the mischief and bravado is a boy with too much heart, and Frankie finds herself drawn to him like a line to a sonnet - inevitable, inexplicable, and aching to be read aloud. As they're pulled into the fold of the Dead Poets Society, where poetry is rebellion and love is its own kind of defiance, Frankie and Charlie begin to discover not just each other, but themselves. In the shadow of tragedy and expectation, they will have to choose: to follow the script or rewrite the ending. A story of quiet revolutions, unsent letters, and love that lingers like verse in the margins, O My Love is a tender, lyrical ode to what we risk when we dare to be known.

The need to change how we see the world.

Seize the Day

▒ 30 LADIES┆30 GENTLEMEN ▒ ✭ ╰ competing for 22 seats ╮ as they seize their moment ∶OPEN •.¸¸.••.··..·• ∶FEMALE 【a c c e p t i n g】 ∶MALE 【a c c e p t i n g】

i've been inspired to write poems, and this is where i've decided to post them. constructed criticism is welcomed, for i am very much far from perfect and i really would like to improve. began: 10/20/2020 finished:

Just read it

Just as the master of poems and horrors once said: "All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream." (E. A. Poe), I would like to introduce to you, nothing more and nothing less, but my dreams, desires and fears represented by the magic of words. Let me open the door into my dreams. carpe diem! ✒️🖤

Hope: A desire accompanied by expectation of or belief in fulfillment; a feeling of trust; having faith and optimism despite the odds; Seeing light despite being shrouded in darkness. Dream: a cherished aspiration, ambition, or ideal; to contemplate the possibility of doing something or that something might be the case; a person or thing perceived as wonderful or perfect; an unrealistic or self-deluding fantasy. Hopes and Dreams. Where would we be without them? Honestly, even I don't know where I would be without them. Would I still be writing? Would I still have the motivation to still be thriving? Wishing to be the best version of myself?... Would I even be still alive? These are the questions I've been asking myself over the course of these past years. Slowly but surely am I trying to get better and move on from things that hurt and scarred me in my past. But maybe...Just maybe I could do the same for others as well. I've always wanted to find a way to reach out to others and maybe this might be the perfect way! This is a little collection of positive reminders I at first wrote for myself and for my friends and from they've told me it seems to cheer them up and me too! So I decided hey why not post them here? Maybe I'll reach a few people with this.

The above text is a poem that uses the imagery of blooming cape leadworts to reflect on the fleeting nature of human life. I encourage the reader to embrace each moment and live life to the fullest rather than getting caught up in a constant chase for success and recognition. The poem's contemplative tone and message of finding meaning in the present moment may resonate with readers who are seeking to live a more mindful and fulfilling life. Danko means thank you.

Poems and forms Free Verse: "Home for causes, lost" Nursery Rhyme: "Ending a fairy tale" Dramatic Monologue: "Ariel's Odyssey" Narrative poem: "Estella" Villanelle: "Circle of Life" Epithalamion: "Groom to Bride" Carpe Diem: "Don't wait" Clerihew: "Margaret Atwood" Recueillement: "Am I a poet?" Octave: "Promise"

I'm a lost traveller , and she was my destination..... Is love Destined ?

My "Carpe Diem" poem (seize the moment). I wrote this for my English class as a project and it got chosen to be read at our (seniors and class of 2023) graduation. Hope you enjoy, poems aren't my forte but some people seemed to have liked it.

Mon oncle s'en est allé. Dans ma tête, ça tourne. Plus rien à de sens et pourtant je trouve un sens à tout. Je deviens bipolaire, schizophrène, hypocondriaque, maniacodépressive et pourtant je hurle de joie. Pour me comprendre, reprenons depuis le début. Là où tout a commencé.