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#protagonist
Everything happens to me, nonetheless I am -- the protagonist.
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Apr 13, 2024
Apr 13, 2024 at 3:19 AM UTC
[ Everything happens ]
I never thought I would live to see the day When someone would finally give color and music To my melting monochromatic world. I wonder when it started to fall apart. When our story we fought and gave our all to would end the way it did. All our hardships and the scars that we both shared together slowly mending while you disappeared off of the final chapter. Not a single word left behind you did not deserve to go as you did. You always deserved better than this. With you gone and leaving me only to wonder where we went wrong. And if I could've saved you somehow. -Kore
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Mar 13, 2021
Mar 13, 2021 at 1:19 AM UTC
Wonder
I don’t know how but you’ve managed to become the protagonist in my own story In theory, I’m still the main character, but not a protagonist by any means Maybe that’s why I keep clinging onto you Because if you’re not there then where will my story go?
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Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 11:34 PM UTC
protagonist
Centre of the storm Person of principle Reaper of the future Takes to the stage Leads from the front Drives us forward Defender of freedom Calmer of nerves She takes my hand And together we stand
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Aug 25, 2020
Aug 25, 2020 at 5:05 AM UTC
The Protagonist
She will be tough Whenever she is spoken to In the wrong way She will tell you what she wants And she'll tell you right away She will breathe because she can Not because she needs to Her heart is solid brick With not a care in the world But don't let her indignation fool you She cares more than you could know Her feelings have been muddled By so many years of pain What if instead of crying, She just made it rain? She will step outside into the scorching sun Let her hair flow In the dying wind Don't be bothered to save her Because she's only ever saved herself Indignation is dangerous Unless you're smart enough
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Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 1:38 AM UTC
Description Vol. 4 (Protagonist, indignation)
I am more than a passenger. I am the reactor. Power sputters, spurts, spews. I am the greatest factor. The soul protagonist of my chapters. This scene's star actor. Purring ad lib in sync with script, lapping up rapture.
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Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 12:55 PM UTC
Passage
stop trying to protagonize me
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May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 11:46 AM UTC
Untitled
Dear protagonist, it is the antagonist writing a simple letter, I am devoting myself to explain my faithfulness, The only way I can, my love, for you to appreciate, I’ll ruin the world, to prove my worth, I’ll be unpleasant because that is the one path I understand, How else, how else could you ever hold me? It is not ballad humanity will sing, However, please do consider; whom else can ever fathom my desire? Ruin lies at our feet, fate and destiny is not ours to keep, If I but for one moment could see your scarlet eyes, I would, No river, No god, No queen, No king, No mountain, No slaughter, Would stand in the way of my pure black heart, If I could see your smile as I fall, As the world is victorious, As I am imprisoned, As I crumble, As I fall, At least I could see you once more, There is an orchestra performing when you use that golden tongue of yours, It is a pleasure; it has always been, That the demons whom haunt me, you and you alone can control, It is a paradise, my love, to be the wildfire you extinguish, May hellfire consume me, as long as the last glimpse, Is your face, protagonist, this is my faith, my belief, I do love you, now, let me fall, further than ever, Though never further than you can reach, my heart.
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Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 12:11 AM UTC
A simple letter
Will you believe me if I tell you that my fictional love came to life? The fictional personality that I've long been dreaming of he came to life oh what I mean is he just passed by I’m trapped between my dreamland and reality If I could then I would stay in my dreamland for in my dreams, he is reachable In my dreams, I can have him and in my dreams he wouldn’t be with someone else But in this bitter reality, I could not I could only stand and stare at a distance My fictional love came to life but I'm only a mere helping character for my beloved protagonist
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Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 10:44 AM UTC
Fictional Love
I don't have to listen to you Does the protagonist ever mention his parents? All you are Is an NPC Railroading me Keeping me away from all that's uncoded I want to go there See the glitches Be in the world unseen So stop telling me what to do I know my own path is worthless Yes No Leave my decisions to the whim of the player The player at least knows better than you
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Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 7:34 PM UTC
Just An NPC
I wreck my mind, searching for the worst parts of you to write about I want so bad to feel nothing but resentment towards you To erase everything good you have ever done To pretend that you were anything but good to me To convince myself that you are the antagonist in the story that is my life To say it was you who broke my heart, despite how incomplete it was when you found it I fail to think of anything unpleasant to write about you For your presence was the most divine gift life had given me So I come up with lies, in hopes of convincing myself (if not everyone else) In hopes of restoring my desire to continue to exist without you In hopes of averting an impending calamity
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Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 5:14 PM UTC
Untitled
It’s not too late… to be your own hero and it’s always too late to be the maiden in distress but stop being the own villain to your story You are the main character not the antagonist
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Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 10:08 AM UTC
Characters
she's got fire in her veins, smoke on her lips, and blood staining her fists. but her mind is wrapped in chains, and scars mark her hips; sometimes she forgets she even exists.
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Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 1:53 AM UTC
smoke and fire.
Movement One     story    without    plot   rhyme        no        reason   they are beautiful               I embrace them          though frivolous   perplexing how                you believe                they have meaning   without existence      of     contrasting             thought         Movement Two   would you part Gemini     or                                      hands     from                               their work   without water land they till becomes dull mass of dirt   End of Statement Not of song        what lyric                  without voice     has freewill                  without choice must I                 list the meaningless                forever in     silence         Movement Three   what is harmony without melody paint without canvass medium without foundation   What a thought! true freedom without direction majestic for a moment   only a moment   the pitfall of my unfinished labor makeshift vanity dissipated into forgotten dreams   make no mistake such creations bear certain appeal   yet unseen essence draws them  into   the void     as memories fragmented in pieces   without one final sliver become     spare        change     on the table   overlooked forgotten though of value upon assembly         Movement Four   what is a character                                                             without a tale?                                     what is a novel                                                               without a soul                                                        to speak of    which was first                                             chicken or egg                                              to those who say                                          egg I say "nay"                                                   a chicken will thrive                                         without young                                               the simple ellipse                                              without a mother-                                   hard-boiled                               in a salad   together they are whole the one gains life the other lives abundantly   The Grand Scheme!                           A Master Theme!      can there be                                  a creator without   creation         Movement Five   Is a book worth writing without characters to fill it? or would it be filled, with lands and backgrounds of ambiguity? Is a person annulled without life to retell, or become a mannequin with a simple, painted, face   p e r h a p s                   joy         within        the stories     hardship and     experience    manifest               history and all           live           in footprints              |                        |            silhouettes dreamed  | the Identities |  in the wake                         |                         | of   The Protagonist
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Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 11:43 PM UTC
Protagony
Movement One     story    without    plot   rhyme        no        reason   they are beautiful               I embrace them          though frivolous   perplexing how                you believe                they have meaning   without existence      of     contrasting             thought         Movement Two   would you part Gemini     or                                      hands     from                               their work   without water land they till becomes dull mass of dirt   End of Statement Not of song        what lyric                  without voice     has freewill                  without choice must I                 list the meaningless                forever in     silence         Movement Three   what is harmony without melody paint without canvass medium without foundation   What a thought! true freedom without direction majestic for a moment   only a moment   the pitfall of my unfinished labor makeshift vanity dissipated into forgotten dreams   make no mistake such creations bear certain appeal   yet unseen essence draws them  into   the void     as memories fragmented in pieces   without one final sliver become     spare        change     on the table   overlooked forgotten though of value upon assembly         Movement Four   what is a character                                                             without a tale?                                     what is a novel                                                               without a soul                                                        to speak of    which was first                                             chicken or egg                                              to those who say                                          egg I say "nay"                                                   a chicken will thrive                                         without young                                               the simple ellipse                                              without a mother-                                   hard-boiled                               in a salad   together they are whole the one gains life the other lives abundantly   The Grand Scheme!                           A Master Theme!      can there be                                  a creator without   creation         Movement Five   Is a book worth writing without characters to fill it? or would it be filled, with lands and backgrounds of ambiguity? Is a person annulled without life to retell, or become a mannequin with a simple, painted, face   p e r h a p s                   joy         within        the stories     hardship and     experience    manifest               history and all           live           in footprints              |                        |            silhouettes dreamed  | the Identities |  in the wake                         |                         | of   The Protagonist
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There once was a young candy-striper Who pranced about town in a diaper When asked 'bout her fancy And why she was dancey She said, "Look out man, it's a ******
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Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 7:48 PM UTC
A Long Shot
Look at her, midsection lines blazing     Heaving prow swollen with glittering ion beams Her aft sections tight and proud     Bravely bolstering her posture as she surges into the fray Battle joined, she calls the hunt with thunder     Heralding fell sensors' unerring gaze For none in the skies who've caught her eyes     Have survived her deadly rays
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Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 7:23 PM UTC
Iona Grayling's Vapor Prophet