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I Knew

The day

I stray

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I could

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I sin

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I Knew
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Written by jestave in portal Simon & Schuster

Chapter 1: Now Hiring

1:1 In the beginning, there was One. And from One Many were spun. 2 Chaos was born First of Three, Born to Chaos, Eternity. 3 Second Born came The Order touching Chaos along the Border. Bore The Order, The Last Breath, Eternities kinsman, known as Death. 4 Balance, Last Elder, Youngest Born, born to weather Brothers' Scorn, gave birth to Nature, First of Life, bound in Eternity and Deaths Strife. 5 In the Balance, between the Strife, constant friction sparked new life. The earliest, powerful Holds, bastions of life, Nature used as molds. 6 From these ancients, all life descends. In each, Order and Chaos blends.

passage from The Book of One, The Book of Many

Book of Balance, Book of Strife, Book of Nature, Book of Life: 1:1-6

The sun was just peeking over the tops of the thatched and shingled buildings of the little town of Deep Well as Payte stepped out of the apartment he shared with several others and walked down the empty alley to the main street. The early morning chill had not yet departed to be replaced by the muggy heat of late summer. The main street in town was already a bustle. Harvest would be soon upon the people of Deep Well and they were preparing for its abundant bounty. Payte walked to the town's center square, Bigspot's Plaza, where the townsfolk and the nearby farmers posted all sorts of happenings, local news, official notices, as well as help wanted.

Work! Payte had made his way to the announcement board at the crack of dawn for the last two weeks looking for work. Showing up late meant all the good work would be taken. Those late to rise would be stuck with one of the more unsavory jobs, or worse, with nothing at all. Weaving his way through the carts and horses of the morning to the center of Bigspot's Plaza his heart sank. There was already a large crowd around the announcement board. He sighed, looks like he'd be shoveling shit at the stables again...if he was lucky.

As he came closer he noticed the excitement in the air and could just make out a voice shouting over the chatter and hubbub of the town center.

"The Freehold is two days journey from here, about half that for those of you who are unburdened and on horseback. Take the western road. "

Payte could not see yet who was talking and continued his way forward, pushing to get any closer.

"We have stables for your horses, food for your stomachs and ale for a good time. Our apartments are the best you'll ever come across."

There! Payte was finally able to glimpse the man speaking. He was medium height and as stout as a plow ox. His hair was short. It looked as if it saw a razor every fortnight. His voice bellowed over the noise of the square effortlessly. He stood atop a cart that sat next to the announcement board. In his hand, he waved what looked like a post.

"Come for dinner, stay the night, or however long you like. And for those who are interested,"

And just at that moment, over the tops of the other onlookers, Payte thought his eyes locked with the big bellowing man,

"Blurgkhart's Freehold is now hiring."

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Written by jestave in portal Simon & Schuster
Chapter 1: Now Hiring
1:1 In the beginning, there was One. And from One Many were spun. 2 Chaos was born First of Three, Born to Chaos, Eternity. 3 Second Born came The Order touching Chaos along the Border. Bore The Order, The Last Breath, Eternities kinsman, known as Death. 4 Balance, Last Elder, Youngest Born, born to weather Brothers' Scorn, gave birth to Nature, First of Life, bound in Eternity and Deaths Strife. 5 In the Balance, between the Strife, constant friction sparked new life. The earliest, powerful Holds, bastions of life, Nature used as molds. 6 From these ancients, all life descends. In each, Order and Chaos blends.

passage from The Book of One, The Book of Many
Book of Balance, Book of Strife, Book of Nature, Book of Life: 1:1-6


The sun was just peeking over the tops of the thatched and shingled buildings of the little town of Deep Well as Payte stepped out of the apartment he shared with several others and walked down the empty alley to the main street. The early morning chill had not yet departed to be replaced by the muggy heat of late summer. The main street in town was already a bustle. Harvest would be soon upon the people of Deep Well and they were preparing for its abundant bounty. Payte walked to the town's center square, Bigspot's Plaza, where the townsfolk and the nearby farmers posted all sorts of happenings, local news, official notices, as well as help wanted.

Work! Payte had made his way to the announcement board at the crack of dawn for the last two weeks looking for work. Showing up late meant all the good work would be taken. Those late to rise would be stuck with one of the more unsavory jobs, or worse, with nothing at all. Weaving his way through the carts and horses of the morning to the center of Bigspot's Plaza his heart sank. There was already a large crowd around the announcement board. He sighed, looks like he'd be shoveling shit at the stables again...if he was lucky.

As he came closer he noticed the excitement in the air and could just make out a voice shouting over the chatter and hubbub of the town center.

"The Freehold is two days journey from here, about half that for those of you who are unburdened and on horseback. Take the western road. "

Payte could not see yet who was talking and continued his way forward, pushing to get any closer.

"We have stables for your horses, food for your stomachs and ale for a good time. Our apartments are the best you'll ever come across."

There! Payte was finally able to glimpse the man speaking. He was medium height and as stout as a plow ox. His hair was short. It looked as if it saw a razor every fortnight. His voice bellowed over the noise of the square effortlessly. He stood atop a cart that sat next to the announcement board. In his hand, he waved what looked like a post.

"Come for dinner, stay the night, or however long you like. And for those who are interested,"

And just at that moment, over the tops of the other onlookers, Payte thought his eyes locked with the big bellowing man,

"Blurgkhart's Freehold is now hiring."
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The shattered tower

Once upon a time, a tower stood

on shattered ground, of crooked wood

and granite blocks, a shallow moat

circled round, to cross, a single boat.

In that tower, three witches cast

madness with their magic, black.

And on that shattered ground, amassed,

thousands of bodies..

... some words you can't take back.

Above the tower, darkness came,

bubbling from out a hellish plain

Day and night became one,

before this madness, life was undone.

Across the shattered, battered plain

where sons and fathers bones decay,

a city by a river mourns their slain,

as inky darkness spreads their way.

Their heroes dead, their trust betrayed

the city waits for The End of Day,

when the shadow of the tower

in madness, in blackness, devours.

The East road runs out the Mountain Gate

and winds its way through the Hills of Fate

Until it reaches the mountain heights

where crossroads meet..

...cast in a freeholds steady light.

Looking out a window from a spire,

Con ra'Dor, the Chained Demon Prince, glowered.

He had witnessed the hags' fire,

what madness spread, how it devoured.

And from his lofty, spire perch

above the pine and trees of birch

He glowered down the mountain side

Thinking,

Soon, two great powers collide.

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Written by jestave
The shattered tower
Once upon a time, a tower stood
on shattered ground, of crooked wood
and granite blocks, a shallow moat
circled round, to cross, a single boat.

In that tower, three witches cast
madness with their magic, black.
And on that shattered ground, amassed,
thousands of bodies..

... some words you can't take back.

Above the tower, darkness came,
bubbling from out a hellish plain
Day and night became one,
before this madness, life was undone.

Across the shattered, battered plain
where sons and fathers bones decay,
a city by a river mourns their slain,
as inky darkness spreads their way.

Their heroes dead, their trust betrayed
the city waits for The End of Day,
when the shadow of the tower
in madness, in blackness, devours.



The East road runs out the Mountain Gate
and winds its way through the Hills of Fate
Until it reaches the mountain heights
where crossroads meet..

...cast in a freeholds steady light.

Looking out a window from a spire,
Con ra'Dor, the Chained Demon Prince, glowered.
He had witnessed the hags' fire,
what madness spread, how it devoured.

And from his lofty, spire perch
above the pine and trees of birch
He glowered down the mountain side
Thinking,
Soon, two great powers collide.
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Prose Challenge of the Month #2: Write a story where you wake up as the most intelligent person on Earth. Fifteen entries will be featured in a 500-coin Prose Original Book, whereby each winner will take 5% lifetime royalties. You must purchase the book to discover its authors, who will be determined by objective data (reads, likes, reposts, comments) and by team vote to ensure reader satisfaction. When sharing to social media, please use the hashtags “itslit,” “getlit,” and “ProseChallenge.”
Written by jestave in portal Fiction

The Sleeping Immortal

"Now Flanders, we've done this all before."

said Lieutenant Kelly above the roar.

"If you wanna live, follow our instruction

that turbine's moments from destruction."

Swallowing hard I stepped to the portal,

on the other side waited the immortal.

Planet sized, beyond comprehension,

the turbines held it in suspension.

They sent me out here for my brains.

Said, "We'll reward you for your pains."

The smartest man to ever live

named "Hero." Ha, more like "captive."

The smartest man to ever live?

I think that's just a title they give.

Doesn't seem to matter, here I am.

"I don't think I can--" BAM!

In a large conflagration, went

the turbine, the flames a short event.

The vacuum of space saw to that.

"Look out! That shrapnel will lay us flat!"

Screamed Kelly, running from the portal

of the space station, The Sleeping Immortal.

I turned and ran from that hellish sight.

As turbine after turbine briefly ignite

then burst apart, a god is set free,

casting off its chains, deadly debris.

Taking its first breath,

it whispers, "Death."

I ran down corridor after corridor,

scanning comms that screeched new orders,

"Abandon ship! Prime objective lost!

Sleeper wakes, Execute: Code: Defrost!"

My stomach lurched, as did the floor,

sending me headlong. Shrapnel tore

into the station, brief explosions

followed by howling winds. Visions

of Lieutenant Kelly sucked out

into space, passing with his last shout,

came to me as I regained my feet.

Lieutenant Kelly, Navy elite,

blood running down from his head,

said as he rose, "Run or we are dead!

We have to get to the ship bay.

One ship has been ordered to delay."

"For us?" I shouted, "Who's that crazy?"

"A pilot I know, names Grady."

We followed lines of red flashing light

A nightmare run, a desperate flight.

When we reached the ship bay's floor

we saw our ship by hangar's door.

Grady stood on the ship's entrance ramp

releasing the ship's magnetic clamp.

"Get your asses moving!" Grady yelled.

As the ship's clamp released what it held.

Grady raced up the ramp, out of sight,

as Kelly and I did, the ship took flight.

"Holy Shit! I can't believe we made it!"

"Shut the hell up, we are still in transit!

Grady, how far along is the fleet?"

"What's left of it is in full retreat." 

"My God! What of Code: Defrost?"

"Scrubbed, when the Magistrate was lost."

"The capital ship is lost?" I gasped.

"May she sail a deeper sky." Grady rasped.

What's the plan Duke?" Grady asked.

Kelly shook his head, his face masked.

I rose, stumbled to the ship's rear portal,

through which I saw the risen immortal.

"What holy ground have we not trod?

What fool thought he could chain a god?

Will man's arrogance ever find an end?

What foul depths, in order to ascend."

"Are you finished with your oration?"

said Kelly, "Sit down for the duration

of the jump to Sector 7.

We travel to The Gates of Heaven."

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Written by jestave in portal Fiction
The Sleeping Immortal
"Now Flanders, we've done this all before."
said Lieutenant Kelly above the roar.
"If you wanna live, follow our instruction
that turbine's moments from destruction."

Swallowing hard I stepped to the portal,
on the other side waited the immortal.
Planet sized, beyond comprehension,
the turbines held it in suspension.

They sent me out here for my brains.
Said, "We'll reward you for your pains."
The smartest man to ever live
named "Hero." Ha, more like "captive."
The smartest man to ever live?
I think that's just a title they give.
Doesn't seem to matter, here I am.

"I don't think I can--" BAM!
In a large conflagration, went
the turbine, the flames a short event.
The vacuum of space saw to that.

"Look out! That shrapnel will lay us flat!"
Screamed Kelly, running from the portal
of the space station, The Sleeping Immortal.
I turned and ran from that hellish sight.

As turbine after turbine briefly ignite
then burst apart, a god is set free,
casting off its chains, deadly debris.
Taking its first breath,
it whispers, "Death."

I ran down corridor after corridor,
scanning comms that screeched new orders,
"Abandon ship! Prime objective lost!
Sleeper wakes, Execute: Code: Defrost!"

My stomach lurched, as did the floor,
sending me headlong. Shrapnel tore
into the station, brief explosions
followed by howling winds. Visions
of Lieutenant Kelly sucked out
into space, passing with his last shout,
came to me as I regained my feet.

Lieutenant Kelly, Navy elite,
blood running down from his head,
said as he rose, "Run or we are dead!
We have to get to the ship bay.
One ship has been ordered to delay."
"For us?" I shouted, "Who's that crazy?"
"A pilot I know, names Grady."

We followed lines of red flashing light
A nightmare run, a desperate flight.
When we reached the ship bay's floor
we saw our ship by hangar's door.
Grady stood on the ship's entrance ramp
releasing the ship's magnetic clamp.
"Get your asses moving!" Grady yelled.
As the ship's clamp released what it held.
Grady raced up the ramp, out of sight,
as Kelly and I did, the ship took flight.


"Holy Shit! I can't believe we made it!"

"Shut the hell up, we are still in transit!
Grady, how far along is the fleet?"

"What's left of it is in full retreat." 

"My God! What of Code: Defrost?"

"Scrubbed, when the Magistrate was lost."

"The capital ship is lost?" I gasped.

"May she sail a deeper sky." Grady rasped.

What's the plan Duke?" Grady asked.
Kelly shook his head, his face masked.

I rose, stumbled to the ship's rear portal,
through which I saw the risen immortal.
"What holy ground have we not trod?
What fool thought he could chain a god?
Will man's arrogance ever find an end?
What foul depths, in order to ascend."

"Are you finished with your oration?"
said Kelly, "Sit down for the duration
of the jump to Sector 7.
We travel to The Gates of Heaven."
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Challenge of the Week #57: you’re god; rewrite the creation story. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Written by jestave

Chapter 1

1:1 In the beginning, there was One. And from One Many were spun. 2 Chaos was born First of Three, Born to Chaos, Eternity. 3 Second Born came The Order touching Chaos along the Border. Bore The Order, The Last Breath, Eternities kinsman, known as Death. 4 Balance, Last Elder, Youngest Born, born to weather Brothers' Scorn, gave birth to Nature, First of Life, bound in Eternity and Deaths Strife. 5 In the Balance, between the Strife, constant friction sparked new life. The earliest, powerful Holds, bastions of life, Nature used as molds. 6 From these ancients, all life descends. In each, Order and Chaos blends.

 passage from The Book of One, The Book of Many

Book of Balance, Book of Strife, Book of Nature, Book of Life: 1:1-6

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Chapter 1
1:1 In the beginning, there was One. And from One Many were spun. 2 Chaos was born First of Three, Born to Chaos, Eternity. 3 Second Born came The Order touching Chaos along the Border. Bore The Order, The Last Breath, Eternities kinsman, known as Death. 4 Balance, Last Elder, Youngest Born, born to weather Brothers' Scorn, gave birth to Nature, First of Life, bound in Eternity and Deaths Strife. 5 In the Balance, between the Strife, constant friction sparked new life. The earliest, powerful Holds, bastions of life, Nature used as molds. 6 From these ancients, all life descends. In each, Order and Chaos blends.


 passage from The Book of One, The Book of Many
Book of Balance, Book of Strife, Book of Nature, Book of Life: 1:1-6
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Challenge of the Week #56: Write the beginning of a story about a tyrannical king who threatens the entire realm. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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"I come for what you have."

"Do you come with something to trade?"

"No."

"Then it is by power we exchange."

"By right of power, yes."

"Is that power held in the hands of knowledge?"

"Yes."

"What words does she whisper?"

"She whispers of ghosts of shadows,

of land unwalked, of keys turned,

of a last button pressed. Alas, Babylon."

"You walk with the knowledge of God."

"And His will."

"Do you walk with his mercy as well?"

"You stand before me now."

"Then you have come to judge."

"No, I come for what is mine."

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"I come for what you have."
"Do you come with something to trade?"
"No."
"Then it is by power we exchange."
"By right of power, yes."
"Is that power held in the hands of knowledge?"
"Yes."
"What words does she whisper?"
"She whispers of ghosts of shadows,
of land unwalked, of keys turned,
of a last button pressed. Alas, Babylon."
"You walk with the knowledge of God."
"And His will."
"Do you walk with his mercy as well?"
"You stand before me now."
"Then you have come to judge."
"No, I come for what is mine."

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daily measurements

I take my coffee black;

Five tablespoons

of course grounds,

steeped in a stainless steel press

for eight minutes,

with three cups

of water boiled

then cooled,

for one minute,

so as to not burn the grounds,

providing two mugs.*

*One mug being 1.5 cups

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daily measurements
I take my coffee black;
Five tablespoons
of course grounds,
steeped in a stainless steel press
for eight minutes,
with three cups
of water boiled
then cooled,
for one minute,
so as to not burn the grounds,
providing two mugs.*


*One mug being 1.5 cups



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Write Admiral Ackbar's internal monologue while tripping on space drugs.
Written by jestave in portal Sci-Fi

Nailed it.

Ackbar couldn't feel his cheeks. That was good. It meant he was nearly there. He took another pull on his pipe and sat back in the cushions of the lounge chair. 

It's a trap!  

He had really nailed that one. 

Ackbar's head was swimming, he tilted it to the side to get a better look at the dancers. The entire building seemed to tilt with him, Ackbar's stomach lurched and he was standing, his heart pounding, ready for battle commands, but the room began to right itself, and the music from the bandstand brought him back from the bridge. The cantina came into focus and Ackbar sat back into his cushions. A lazy grin spread across his face as his gaze fell back on the dancing women.

They're a trap!

His grin grew wider. He had nailed it again.

No wonder they have me in command of the fleet. I nail it.

He took another pull on his pipe.

Everytime.

A droid came over to him, offering whatever swill this end of the galaxy produces. He took a double of the green stuff and threw it back tasting,

 peppermint with something else... almost metallic...

Ackbar's ears began to ring, softly at first and then it was all he could hear.

 Just like over Endor...

He had had the taste of metal in his mouth too. 

Right after...

Akbar surged to his feet, "It's a trap!" 

His yell cut raggedly across the cantina. The band stopped its playing, heads swiveled to look his way, the entire space in a moment had gone completely quiet. Admiral Ackbar looked about himself with confusion written on his face, as if awaking in a place he had no memory falling asleep in. Slowly, haltingly, he lowered himself into his cushions.

"It was a trap..." He muttered to himself, not quite sure why.

The sounds of the cantina, of the music and patrons, started up again, rolling over Ackbar and taking him away. His eyes fell on the dancers and lingered. He took a pull of his pipe.

Now there's a trap I'd like to spring.

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Written by jestave in portal Sci-Fi
Nailed it.
Ackbar couldn't feel his cheeks. That was good. It meant he was nearly there. He took another pull on his pipe and sat back in the cushions of the lounge chair. 

It's a trap!  

He had really nailed that one. 

Ackbar's head was swimming, he tilted it to the side to get a better look at the dancers. The entire building seemed to tilt with him, Ackbar's stomach lurched and he was standing, his heart pounding, ready for battle commands, but the room began to right itself, and the music from the bandstand brought him back from the bridge. The cantina came into focus and Ackbar sat back into his cushions. A lazy grin spread across his face as his gaze fell back on the dancing women.

They're a trap!

His grin grew wider. He had nailed it again.

No wonder they have me in command of the fleet. I nail it.

He took another pull on his pipe.

Everytime.

A droid came over to him, offering whatever swill this end of the galaxy produces. He took a double of the green stuff and threw it back tasting,

 peppermint with something else... almost metallic...

Ackbar's ears began to ring, softly at first and then it was all he could hear.

 Just like over Endor...

He had had the taste of metal in his mouth too. 

Right after...

Akbar surged to his feet, "It's a trap!" 

His yell cut raggedly across the cantina. The band stopped its playing, heads swiveled to look his way, the entire space in a moment had gone completely quiet. Admiral Ackbar looked about himself with confusion written on his face, as if awaking in a place he had no memory falling asleep in. Slowly, haltingly, he lowered himself into his cushions.

"It was a trap..." He muttered to himself, not quite sure why.

The sounds of the cantina, of the music and patrons, started up again, rolling over Ackbar and taking him away. His eyes fell on the dancers and lingered. He took a pull of his pipe.

Now there's a trap I'd like to spring.
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Behold, a Lady...
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god-complex

"Behold, a Lady...."

"My God it worked."

"God had nothing to do with it."

"Have you thought of the moral implications"

"I only think of our survival, of the species survival."

"We can not ignore what she will go through. We have to think about her, about what time and experience will reveal to her- unless. She does have all the faculties of a ...normal woman?" 

"Yes, I do not have the means, here, to limit cognitive functions without also affecting the offspring. She has all the capacities of the human woman."

"You mean to say that had you the ability--"

"I mean to say that she is completely normal in as much as a woman constructed in a lab can be."

"That is not an answer."

"That is all I will give! Mr. Hapsis, I ask you to remember what we are about here. We can not indulge in the dialogue of philosophers. We have not been given a choice. She is the currency by which we pay for survival. And I tell you, I think survival has come cheap. One life sacrificed, one life given. Have you no perspective? Can you not even fathom what she will become. The second mother to her species. She is the second coming of Eve. And I will crush under heel, any serpent in my garden."

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Behold, a Lady...
Written by jestave
god-complex
"Behold, a Lady...."
"My God it worked."
"God had nothing to do with it."
"Have you thought of the moral implications"
"I only think of our survival, of the species survival."
"We can not ignore what she will go through. We have to think about her, about what time and experience will reveal to her- unless. She does have all the faculties of a ...normal woman?" 
"Yes, I do not have the means, here, to limit cognitive functions without also affecting the offspring. She has all the capacities of the human woman."
"You mean to say that had you the ability--"
"I mean to say that she is completely normal in as much as a woman constructed in a lab can be."
"That is not an answer."
"That is all I will give! Mr. Hapsis, I ask you to remember what we are about here. We can not indulge in the dialogue of philosophers. We have not been given a choice. She is the currency by which we pay for survival. And I tell you, I think survival has come cheap. One life sacrificed, one life given. Have you no perspective? Can you not even fathom what she will become. The second mother to her species. She is the second coming of Eve. And I will crush under heel, any serpent in my garden."
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Write a poem about something you have no control over and how that lack of control makes you feel.
Written by jestave in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Fortune

Fickle ol' Fortune came to say

that she had made plans to walk away

as in the other way I planned to walk

"Please don't make this awkward and call just to 'talk'."

Well I never much cared for the luxurious tyrant,

"Fine by me, I travel light, I'll become a vagrant!"

Shrugging my shoulders and lifting my pack,

I set out, still dreaming, 'bout nothing I lacked.

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Write a poem about something you have no control over and how that lack of control makes you feel.
Written by jestave in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Fortune
Fickle ol' Fortune came to say
that she had made plans to walk away
as in the other way I planned to walk
"Please don't make this awkward and call just to 'talk'."
Well I never much cared for the luxurious tyrant,
"Fine by me, I travel light, I'll become a vagrant!"
Shrugging my shoulders and lifting my pack,
I set out, still dreaming, 'bout nothing I lacked.

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Juice
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