The poems this round were absoloutly OUTSTANDING! Long or short, deep or light-hearted, i was blown away by your poems. Here are the winners of the theme "Flight". 

3rd place:  Spellbound!

I loved it! It felt so honest touching, and very well written. The imagery and detail really tell a story well. The ending wrapped the whole thing up perfectly.

2nd place: Luminescence!!

Amazing!! This month I have no joke been listening to Hamilton every day...  The poem is so well written and flows so well. You turned a classic story into something unique and beautiful. it really resonated with me. 

1st place: Jaybells!!!

Congratulations! You're our winner this round, and you certainly earned it. I honestly can't find the right words to describe how much I loved this poem. As you read through the stanzas everything comes together so perfectly. It really is an extraordinary,  and exquisite poem.

Awesome job last round, everybody! I loved the theme and the different directions you all took!

Next theme will be 'Choice!'

The deadline will be *checks calendar* November 1st, amd I'll judge the next day. Good luck!

Choices are something everyone has.

How you use them is not in my hands.

If choices were chosen for you,

Then are they truely choices?

I would say not,

But perhaps it is so.

I will choose for my self!

Otherwise they'd say "no"!

If I listened to them,

Would my choices be choices?

I want to say no,

But it could be so.

So I won this battle

After many hours

To make choices ours

And give us powers!

Yes, I won!

But for how long?

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Hoping my poem wins!! *fingers crossed* Hope you like it!!! 

By the way, I'm Wildfire's AE. I am better than her at writing poetry, so I hope it's okay.

Yes or no

To be or not to be

Those are the
questions

Choices, choices

Choice is our power

Yes

Ours is the hour

Taken away, is
anything left?

No

Just shards who
remain bereft

True freedom –
limitless, unbound

To be

Our own soul, our own
sound

The choices WE defined

Not to be

Just the past we’re
assigned

Know or do not

Gone or be sought

Black or white

Laughter or fright

Choices are
everything

Couldn't decide what to call this one, but overall I like it. 

Debatable

-- 

“a choice is what you make it”

she screamed it at me because i told her it was the only way and maybe she was right.

and maybe i’m a monster?

but i did it to save her so maybe i’m a hero.

or maybe she never needed saving in the first place.

maybe i just hurt her more, in the end.

“a choice is what you make it”

she screamed it at me with tears creating colors in her eyes and

i can only imagine what she felt. like she wanted to break something, maybe

break me, but i will never find out because

i plunged myself over the rim and died that day

in the end, i think it was worth it.

to me. not to her.

she would have traded her life for mine but i didn’t let her

so maybe she hates me now

maybe i’m just selfish because i only did it so i wouldn’t have to

live without her.

or maybe i just loved her, and maybe

in the end

she loved me too.

it’s still up for debate. 

i look

in every mirror

that i walk by

only to be dissapointed

by what's looking back.

it's not something

i want to do,

it's instinct,

even though i know

i'll hate the very thing that

i live with everyday.

i look 

at evey picture

that you send me

because i'm still

so in love

with this girl that i've been

dating for a month and a half

even though we're barely

even teenagers.

and mom still believes

i'll marry some rich, handsome guy,

but i love you

and you told me

you love me too.

i look

at every drop of life

every web of intricate lies

every part of me i behold,

and i know,

it was not my choice

to hate myself

but love the girl

whose favortite color

is teal, and loves harry potter

and it was not my choice

that i have to go to therapy

but i'm too scared to tell

my therapist the things i tell my friends.

it was not my choice

that i find everyone in the 

movie black widow atrractive

and maybe it seems like it was,

but it's not my choice that

i'm obsessed with the calories now,

and i can't stop caring about

everyone's body and wanting

all of them to be fine

but mine is never good enough.

please,

it's not my choice to be in pain,

to be a mess,

to be a dissapointment,

it's not my choice,

so please

stop 

trying 

to 

make

me 

change. 

This poem is kind of sad, and not my favorite, but it was just kind of a rant/vent, so yeah, here's my poem! Also, I changed my location and I added my pronouns to my bio thing, soooo yeah! This prompt was really cool and everyone's poems so far are great!