Comment 98628

Comment ID 98628

Oct 3, 2020, 3:49:53 AM UTC
Comment here to tell Acid Rain a poem!

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  • Oct 3, 2020, 5:06:48 AM UTC
    J35 Tahlequah’s Plight
    (Written by me, Sept. 2019)

    A mother was mourning
    The summer of 2018
    When her calf didn’t live long enough to be seen.
    No words can describe the pain she felt,
    While on her plight, the world dwelt.
    We could only assume how she felt
    And as she went on and on, we were dealt,
    A call to action, a chance to say
    We can do more, we can help them stay.
    While she kept on swimming, with her pain,
    Something the world could not help but retain.
    For seventeen days and 1000 miles or more,
    She carried her calf who would never soar.
  • Oct 3, 2020, 11:51:17 AM UTC
    Song of the Sea
    (written by me just now for my original story Curse of the Sea, telling the background story of the main concept in the story)

    There's a time a child is born
    Who receives a special soul
    Marked by the sea as her own
    On land never finding a home

    Two daughters, one touched by the sea
    And one who's blind to its mystery
    A lure too strong, a yearning too deep
    Broken apart by eternal sleep

    As the sea weeps, the sister comes
    Hoping it's peace that she finds
    Among the waves, in she goes
    It's too much to bear, the sea knows

    Departed soul, death's broken by love
    The sisters now together as one
    Power of the sea shall rise
    A cycle starts, an old age dies

    Come, my child, my blessing to thee
    From my dangers you be will be free
    This day forward, you will be
    A daughter of the deep, blue sea
    • Nov 5, 2020, 6:55:24 PM UTC
      Congrats on winning this gorgeous bab!
      You may change their name gender and size.
      https://www.deviantart.com/aquella-imports/art/Acid-Rain-0315-856718609
  • Oct 3, 2020, 4:33:24 PM UTC
    ~ Hurtful Eyes ~
    (written by Reh on the 3th October 2020)


    Dissolving fins and hurtful eyes
    pain on the Autumn nights.
    Traveling all her life
    deprive the possibility to thrive.
    Her and her hurtful eyes
    on a stormy night,
    she felt her insides cry,
    all she wanted was to die.

    In her darkest nights,
    she found the brightest lights.
    Mates with tearful eyes, yet the brightest smiles,
    taught her the cheerful side of life.

    Her pain now settled down
    she no longer wears a frown.
    Those pain-filled days
    soothed by her mates.

    Her and her tearful eyes
    with the biggest brightest smile
    now lives on the cheerful side of life

    ~ Hurtful Eyes ~
  • Nov 2, 2020, 12:59:35 AM UTC
    Bad glue
    (written by me SammytheStorm, I don't remember when I made it exactly as it was made sometime in 2019 at impulse)

    You are dead to me and I'm dead to you
    We are done through and through
    You say it was me and I say it was you
    It doesn't matter as it's all true
    That is what happens when you bond with bad glue