The Nexus of Writers

On a planet far, far away, not too long ago, a boy named Lucas has grown. For the sake of plot convenience, his father has returned, and he's gained several new friends. Consider this a Valentine's Day special- on the 29th of February. Also, sorry this is so short and cheesy. It was cooler in my head, like so many other things. Lucas and his friends gathered every Wednesday. Oftentimes, Lucas kept quiet. He didn't know what to say or what to do. Sure they were his friends, but talking to them felt strange. So he mostly kept quiet and added a comment or two here or there. Or sometimes, he just would sit there, not even listening. This was one of those times. "Hey, Lucas, we need backup," Jared said. "Jessica thinks she's an idiot and we're trying to convince her otherwise." Lucas snapped back into existence and studied Jessica. "Idiots wouldn't befriend Jared," he pointed. Jessica still pouted. "Nobody likes me, thou

Author's Note: How many of you actually understand exactly what I mean with every line of this poem? Actually, at that rate, how many of you even know what the fifth line means? xD Lush green grass, Sky full of stars; Trees that grow and die, Dark, bumpy back roads. "That's what I like about Texas!" The smell of a ranch, Can't read the signs you want to. There's no place like home, And my home will always be, East Texas.

Every breath, Every tear, Every joy, Every fear, Every dream, Every meal, Every laugh, Every deal, Every hope, Every race, Every show, Every face, Every hug, Every kiss, Every fail, Every miss, It's all a gift, And it can all end, So be sure to smile, For that one friend.

You know your plans for me, O Lord, Though we may prosper and suffer, Your plans for me cannot change. I will seek you and glorify you, amen.

Pizza! The miracle of food! Each bite is heaven, Each slice ignorant bliss! But I'd never eat it again, If it meant another day Spend in your company.

Sketch it out, Sketch it all, Sketch your thoughts, Sketch your feelings, Sketch your life, Sketch your love, Sketch your fears, Sketch your dreams. Sketch it out, Sketch it all, Sketch yourself, But don't sketch me.

Lord, be with me, Through thick and thin, Through night and day. Lord, be with me, See my pain, my tears, Fill this empty void. Lord, be with me, For nothing bad changes, And everything good vanishes. Lord, be with me, Because I need you, And I always will.

Author's Note: Honestly, I think this is one of my best poems ever. See if you guys can figure this one out: it's got a lot of trick words/phrases! Fly, fly, my little Raven, Reach, reach for the sky. See the world from the air, My little Raven, and show it to me. It's a big world, little Raven, But I promise I'll find always find you. Fly, fly, my little Raven, Reach, reach for the stars. Let their beauty surround you, My little Raven, and tell it to me. The sky has no limit, little Raven, And I promise you'll be free. Fly, fly, my little Raven, Come back, come back to me. Be watching over my shoulder, My little Raven, and please guide me. The world is cruel, little Raven, Yet I'll always protect you. Fly, fly, my clever Raven, It's time, it's time for us to part. Find the next little Raven, My clever Raven, and help them grow. I can no longer be here, clever Raven, But you know where to find me.

You're forever away, Still haven't heard from you. When did you grow up? How have you changed? It doesn't seem to matter much, 'Cause I seem to always Come back to you, anyways.

Figured I'd promote it here, 'cause why not I'm not sure how long it's up for, so you might want to check it out quickly or not at all https://poetofsteelblog.blogspot.com/2020/02/round-1-voting.html

Author's Note: One of my favorite Christian poems that I wrote while on vacation. You sent Your only Son, To die for our sins. You sent Your only Son, So we might not perish. You sent Your only Son, That we might live forever. Forget what Disney says, I know what true love is, Because You sent Your Son.

I'm tired and sick, thus the cringy and confusing title. Anyways, I have returned, and as mentioned, I am sick, now! :D How cool is that? No, I actually think it's cool, I just wish everyone and everything around me moved slower so I could keep up without getting my head in a daze. (Did that make sense? I hope that made sense.) On my wonderful vacation (because it was wonderful for the first 6-ish days), I wrote a total of 9 poems, 3 of which are Christian poems! And...well...goodbye! I've gotta eat dinner, I want to rewatch Alice In Wonderland with my sis, and I should not be online in my condition, probably. -Mark Borne (By the way, all you tea-loving book-lovers out there, sorry. Can't join you guys. I apparently can't stand tea.)

Wait, WHAT? Short Story by ThePoetOfSteel Filler With ThePoetOfSteel I looked out the window and was horrified by what I saw. The storm raged on, basically drowning everything under 2 feet, and I was stuck at my "friends" house. Classic "parents are friends so you have to be friends as well" scenario. We were supposed to just borrow something from them (don't know what), but parents talk on and on and on... And then the storm kicked in. "I'd rather be out there than in hear with Selina!" I made sure to emphasize the "Lee" sounding bit. "Back at ya, KAREN!"  "IT'S REN TO YOU!" Mom and Ms. Kotton ran over. "What is going on here?!?" Mom had her "better answer" voice, so I spoke first. "Selina Gomez's has terrible singing!" She's not the only one to play the name game. "THAT'S IT!" Of course she would whine about it, and we started to constantly

As of this day, I am on vacation. Thus this is a scheduled post and you can expect I will not respond. The Spring collaborative challenge was, I admit, a small failure. However, I've learned! Starting in March, I will be creating a new collaborative challenge! It will go on for an undefined amount of time, though it'll at soonest end in the summer. How will it work? Mark Borne will write a Part 1 Anyone who wants to participate will submit a sequel part First come, first serve Once Part 2 has been submitted, it will be posted Anyone who still wants to participate will submit a Part 3 Continues until people lose interest! What are some benefits? Unless someone writes and submits something immediately before you do, your post will get in, guaranteed! Here are some rules: Only submit 1 part at a time. Don't submit twice in a row. You CAN, however, post multiple parts over the course of the challenge. Obey the blog rules. That's pretty much it. Try

These games occupy a variety of positions in the gaming community. None of these are really ranked in a particular order, and I realize there are many other games out there that could be listed, yet I don't know of them or don't know them well. So, here goes nothing: 5. Plague Inc. Plague Inc. is a game that has received a lot of fame due to the outbreak of the Corona Virus. Literally everyone I know who plays it only plays it because of the previously mentioned virus. I play it because it's fun, yet I was only introduced to it because my friend played it because of the virus. 4. Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic I have never actually played this game, and don't know a whole lot about it, but as someone who actively follows Star Wars related news/content, I've seen this game promoted time and time again. According to my sources, this is probably the best Star Wars game ever. 3. Skyrim If you ask me what my favorite video game is, I'll probably say

When sea is clear, and victory’s near, I hear the ocean’s moan. I then jump high, and then I cry, “Turn back, turn back, I say!” ---------------- I watch the beast, as it feasts, On the unfortunate souls. Our sailors gone, and victory’s lost, “Turn back, turn back, I say!” ---------------- The coast is clear, yet death is near, Stranded on an island we are. No road to walk, no ship to sail, “Turn back, turn back, I say!” ---------------- We make our way, through the woods, ‘Til soon we find a gorge. A ship there sits, and treasures gleam, “Turn back, turn back, I say!” ---------------- The men surge forth, and are claimed by Death, The captain distraught cries out. We wander some more, and worried I cry, “Turn back, turn back, I say!” ---------------- A pit we find, and angry the men are, So throw me into a pit they do. Anguished I sigh, and try to climb high, “Turn back, turn back, I say!” ---------------- Nothing I hear, f

This is going to sound lame. I forgot this blog even existed for over 2 months and especially forgot about this thing. I’m really sorry, guys. I didn’t mean to, I just don’t know what happened. I was up at 2am researching Julius Caesar and French music, when I remembered. I’m really sorry, please forgive me? Gabby What is your favorite and least favorite poem by me? My favorite poem by you is that one where you mention being numb and Jesus saved you. I don’t remember the name, maybe it was called, “Numb?” Not sure, girlie, but I adored it. Least favorite? Easy. That “Poison Vine,” one. You went Marysa S. on me, and I absolutely hated it! (I don’t hate the poem, I just dislike it. But I hated reading something by you like that.) Do you listen to Why Don't We? Girl, I’ve searched them up like 3 times. I listened to maybe a quarter of a song. So, I’m not too big on them and I don’t listen to them. (I’m still not sure who they are.) But if we talk boy bands, I’m a Backstreet gal

-scrolls through list of poetry- Hmm...there's one thing I believe I have become rather lacking in. Christian poetry. Given my first poem was really a Christian poem, this is something that I definitely feel guilty about. But, of course, I've gotta stick to what I'm known for: unusual poetry. My solution? My poetry themes will continue to be related to unusual poetic topics (food, for an example), however I will try to incorporate God into them more often. Why am I declaring this? It's not an attention grab, trust me. I've made up my mind regarding this before, and I entirely forgot. Me mentioning this is really just a way for me to be held accountable if I fail once again. So please, if my next poem is not a Christian poem, call me out on it! -Mark Borne

Twelve years, and never once alone, Twelve years, and never once doubted. Twelve years, we were forever best friends. When did everything change? Life takes its toll, it takes people away. A job was all it took, and he was gone. Two years missing him, Two years of wishing he was here. And two years of never once being alone, Two years of discovering what really matters. Twelve years, and I no longer know what I feel. When did everything change? When did you become my best friend? All I know is you're always there, You've never left, And now you're everything to me.

Sometimes I wish I could time travel, And correct the mistakes of my past. I wish I could make the clock reverse, And bring back what once was mine, And save the endless memories that Were sacrificed to nothing at all. But who are we if we do not learn? Our mistakes show us ourselves, And our mistakes reveal the truth. Acing a test shows you what you know, But failing it shows you what to learn. And besides, the past is set in stone. It's a forever unchanging fact that We must learn to accept, so we may grow.

So, apparently, it's Super Bowl Sunday. I found out literally this morning, forgot, and was reminded when dinner was served in a totally new way. That's what happens when you're too obsessed with books to pay attention to sports, apparently. Anyways, that's just a heads up for all of you, whether you already know or not, that you should at least look up the score tomorrow morning so you don't look like a total idiot. Wondering how to actually approach Super Bowl Sunday? Allow my wonderful guide to demonstrate! (Be warned: this is my most serious guide to date. It's serious, practical advice for people like me. It's just also comical because of people like me.) When you forget about Super Bowl Sunday (inevitably), and someone asks you about which team you're rooting for, you're going to need to get info, and ASAP! Fear not, this first step will show you how to do that: Casually imply you're undecided, then ask this friend/sibling/parent/