User:Cessaune/Templates/Random Poem of Mine
Why are you here? Go away :)
This is Cessaune. I love to write, and, as such, I have created a template that can be transcluded to my user page that randomizes some of my poems for me. Yeah, yeah, a lot of these suck. I know. It's good writing exercise, though. When I'm not arguing with idiots or watching Youtube, I'll occasionally add to this.
I'm also implementing a new rule: no more deletion. If it's on here, it stays here.
If you like any of these, feel free to copy them and use them for whatever you want, no attribution required.
Thanks!
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I'm in love with fiction.
Whether that be the solemn excitement of high fantasy,
The dramatic omnipresence of science fiction,
The tragic depression of a doomed horror story.
I especially love realistic fiction.
Where the people are predictable
The romance is inevitable,
And everything, no matter how impossible,
Always works out in the end.
I'd like to believe that I enjoy realistic fiction for the story,
But it is an obvious consequence of my upbringing:
Nothing was ever predictable,
The romance was never guaranteed,
And things did not work out as frequently as they should have.
Perhaps, in a different timeline, non-fiction would be my favorite,
But I prefer imagined horrors to real ones.
Fiction, free verse, 114 words