PUBLICATION+SUBMISSIONS

= Post submissions for the writer's workshop publication!=

Here's what we need:

1. Your name (first & last) 2. A blurb about you (a few sentences introducing you as a writer - //Nancy Drew is a junior at Dubuque Senior High School. She finds inspiration in coffee shops, cafes, and other cliche writing locations. Although she's been writing short stories since a mere child, she now indulges in the rhythm and music of poetry. This piece was inspired by a particularly challenging sleuthing expedition. Drew intends to continue writing as she pursues her criminology degree as at Iowa State.// 3. The **edited** and **polished** piece(s) of writing.

As always, create a "Horizontal Rule" line break between pieces, and don't post over others' works!

__**Dance my Fool!**__ Dance my fool, Dance my fool! Dance in the light of the big full moon, Dance and skip and do take part, Dance so I may have your heart! Dance my fool, dance my fool! Dance so I may take it soon! Dance twixt flame and failing dark, Dance and here you leave your mark! Dance my fool, dance my fool! Dance in light of magics start, Dance so you have not a smart! Dance my fool, Dance my fool! Dance I said, In the big full moon!

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 * __The Day the Rainbow Exploded__**

I was there when the rainbow exploded. I saw the trees get covered in green. And the sky was slapped with blue. I watched my black and white world, Turn into something brilliant. I was splattered with a color bomb. Turning my skin a creamy peach. My hair was soaked in a gold color. Some green squirted into my eyes. And red washed softly onto my cheeks. I was late to the rainbow exploding. When I arrived, the animals changed. I saw birds of many colors. Blues, yellows, reds, and greens. I saw the wild animals try to flee. Some were left black and brown. Then some leftover colors hit me. My skin turned a dark mocha color. My hair was hit by a light brown. My eyes matched it with darker brown And the colors glowed with power. I missed the rainbow exploding. I saw my whole world differently. There was color everywhere. But none was on me. I quickly ran forward. My skin got a bit less pale. My hair remained black. A very light blue caught my eyes. Though very little color, I was happy This was the day, The rainbow exploded.

-Frances Lenz: I am a random, scary, awesome, funny, weird, hyper and loopy person. Or at least that's what most people would say. I love writing, I don't really get inspired by anything. I sorta of just, come up with it. This poem story thingy I wrote just came to me at 8 in the morning and I wrote it down immediately. I think it may be because if my vivid imagination. When I re-read this poem I imagine a sort of color-book world without color with this giant dam-like rainbow just looming over everything. Then next thing you know, there's a rumble and the blue bar suddenly squirts into the sky....and so on. That's about it.

__**Corrupted Courage**__

So few of us left, those who can see your soul Wish I weren't so adept, 'cuz what I see turns me cold, And it's hard to accept That your heart is gold. I see through all your threats. How can you be so bold?

I see your Corrupted Courage. I feel your twisted lies. I hear your drunken slurring, as you ignore the cries. Now we're converging to pull off your disguise. Had enough of your urging. just look me in the eyes.

Acting like you're bumbling. I see you for what you are. Acting like you"re stumbling. I see you with my scars. All I am is numbering your self inflicted bars. I see your Courage crumbling. I see who you are.

-Joshua Pape:. . . Well i Guess I don't mind being called jesus, god, jezigod, master, or. . . The Dude. . . Among being blessed with simply unnatural sex appeal, I can write half-assedly! I'm the type of person (as you may have gathered) who sees to the core of those I meet. I beleive in almost nothing except Human Determination. No religion, philosophy, or system. Unless that system may be System Of A Down, or anything of that nature.

__**Rain**__

For two months the rain did not come down Nowhere did it fall Not here, not there, and not with smile or frown Not at all.

Then one day a hopeful drop came followed by another, then another here comes the rain.

The lightning cracked, the thunder roared And the heart of my love flew and soared For my love, she loved the rain And daylight lost, was her happiness gain.

But look closely at the storm, look and see, The drops that fall come from me And although you cannot see or hear I am crying my heart out, tear by tear.

The storm that wells and engulfs us, Comes from here inside my chest And it appears there is no hope of rest.

For two months now I hid my heart For my love that loves the rain so dear For I loved her from the start And she could not see me down, Unless I bear the scar of seeing her frown.

Her happiness is my greatest gain, So since this rain comes from me My sorrow shall be worth the pain For the source of the drops she cannot see.

She asked me "What is it that you want?" I simply said "I want you to be happy." For the truth, my dear, she cannot know How my love so strongly flows For what I want she cannot give.

I want her, and nothing more though it tempts me, makes me sore I cannot have what she has given to another But the only ones who can open her heart Has lied to her from the start.

So these tears I cry, are for the best For it makes my love forget the one she had And gives her peace and much needed rest And her happiness, beyond comprehension, makes me glad.

So as long as she loves the rain The kind that comes from my pain I will forever be in sorrow As long as she is my hope for tomorrow.

-Zack Miller: Hey, I am kinda shy, breaking outta my shell a little bit. I am new to this group, so I hope that you like my poetry. I have some creative talent, I suppose, I can be a little random at times. I've been told this poem was good but the truth is, I came home and typed this up on my computer randomly when I was feeling a little down, so I'm not really sure. First time I wrote a poem of my own free will, that I remember anyway, but my inspiration came because it did rain that afternoon among other things I'm sure you can guess. That pretty much covers it.