Creativity's Burning Pyre

CrossbowPig
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Joined: June 28th, 2016, 7:37 pm

July 8th, 2017, 3:32 am #1

I write a lot. Probably not as much as some folks, but I do write a decent amount. It came to my attention recently that, for some strange reason, people might actually like my writing - shocker! I mean, what kind of crazy universe have I stumbled into? What stairway did I walk down into this world, and will it still be there when I look for it later? What's the deaaaaaal?

I do all sorts of writing. Short stories, long stories, song lyrics, poems, literal mush falling out my brain into the shape of words, you name it. So I've decided I'll compile these in a thread here, in case anyone wants to read. It'll most likely get updated daily with new stuff, just because. It's probably not the most interesting art thread, especially right now, but, selling myself short aside, I think I want to do this so I will. That's the long and the short of it. Expect a lot of misused phrases and shit too, stuff like that there, even though english is my first language sometimes it just sounds and feels like pebbles in between my toes.

Our first piece is a poem, and one that has actually been performed! It was the first poem I ever read aloud in front of an audience, at an open mic oh so long ago. Is three hours a long time? I don't know. I actually wrote it today, too. It's heavily influenced and inspired by the poem Where I'm From by George Ella Lyon, which as far as poem templates go has been done plenty of times before so I don't feel quite as bad about stealing the style. I tried my best to preserve the style of the writing in terms of line breaks, as I wrote this out by hand in illegible chicken scratch. Hope you enjoy.
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I am from sleepy mornings
and sleepless nights
From bicycles and rainy night rust
I am from staying indoors for many consecutive days
lit by pixelated daydreams and clouded by
paper thoughts in glass bottles out in the ocean

I am from Seven Stars, cursing myself, accidentally
using the wrong ingredient
I'm from pencil shavings, graphite grey,
speeches before the dulled masses
From stories one hundred thousand words long
and stories better told in six
Whispered kisses and hideaways behind each other's backs
Nobodies, nowheres, nothings,
Cross-examinations and lies

I am from scrawled song lyrics
thousands of iPhone notes
The Microphones and Neutral Milk Hotel
From Clarinet notes and squeaks
Trombone blaring and lights all night
Holidays from different religions, miles mesmerized
by metaphysical meandering, sentimental drivel
and standard tuning.

I am from "I don't feel the same way,"
"It's over," and "I'm sorry,"
I am from "You have the wrong guy,"
"Goodbye," and "Don't worry,"
I'm from all of these and one more: "Please hurry."

I am from a busride I took when I was fifteen
and an old friend I met along the way
The lack of consciousness in our eyes
as I explained hastily that I couldn't go home
without saying why
I am from the melty chocolate starbucks cookie
I ate across the street from her house
without knowing who was inside
or that she even lived there
I am from cemetery walks
worried apologies, holding back
and seven days in a hospital ward
with others who gave up on running away.

I'm from broken promises
Polyethelene, elevators
dead malls and dead flag blues
A CD tracklist scrawled in blue pen ink
and a CD cover with a painting from China
of a Pink rose
Windows to your Soul.

I'm from a good accent
that made everything she said sound like it came from
a bad telephone connection.
I'm from unconventional whispering
language barriers
half light with no celebration
and a far away radio tower light
that
never
stops
blinking.
~~~~~ Creativity's Burning Pyre ~~~~~
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- Violet Schmidt: "Well, sure, I guess I can try and help with that. Ever read Corpus Hermetica? It'll make understanding this easier." Memory-1, Facebook, Pregame-1, Pregame-2, Pregame-3

- Lucas Diaz: "I'd apologize, but I don't want to dig things up all over again, y'know?" Memory-1, Facebook, Pregame-1, Pregame-2

- Max Rudolph: "What the people need is a common banner under which to unite. It might not be what you want, but the fact of the matter is..." Facebook, Pregame-1, Pregame-2

- Liberty "Bert" Wren: "At eight? Let me see if that fits into my schedule. Been real busy lately." Facebook, Pregame-1
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/ - G051: Lili Williams: "Stop..." Memory-1, Pregame-1, Island-1, Island-2, Island-3, Island-4, Island-5, Island-6, Island-7, Island-8, Island-9, Island-10, Island-11, Island-12, Island-13, Island-14, Island-15, Island-16, Island-17, Island-18, Island-19.

/ - B043: Arthur Bernstein: "I...I'll...I'll..." Memory-1, Meanwhile-2, Island-1, Island-2, Island-3, Island-4, Island-5, Island-6, Island-7, Meanwhile-1
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- insert of lucky br8k!!!!!!!!
- insert of O.B. - white kid who is involved in politics and has divorced rich parents and issues with feeling emotions
- self-styled detective
- normie
- lou reed doing a gay voice
- insert of F.G.D. - black kid who wears a pizza hat and plays trumpet
- cute thing
- Darl from As I Lay Dying
- insert of A.B. my dorkass little brother who fancies himself a linguist and gets on my nerves
- good lives make bad stories
- insert of N.T. another floutist because I havent done one of those already
- hillbilly
- someone who doesnt "have a good time making allies" as an advantage
- pine barrens monster from the family that has a ghost butler
- David Foster Wallace
- furry
- myself again
- insert of K.D. a pianist and if you thought bert was smol, hohohohoho
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CrossbowPig
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July 9th, 2017, 4:20 am #2

This next one is technically a song, but it doesn't have anything close to any real music to go along with it. It's kind of personal, and I hope that by sharing this I can kind of clear my mind of it, because as good as it was to live through, right now I don't want to go back to anymore. I imagine this song quiet, with a lazy acoustic guitar strumming throughout. I think I scrawled the original in some notebook during a class. French? I didn't do too well in French class this year, scribbling down a daydream or laying my head down to sleep whenever I got lost. Didn't do well, nope. Not at all.

Before you ask, I'm fine. I say that because the other person I've shown this to immediately asked if I was okay, and it was kind of awkward to deal with.
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It was hot in the evening, cold in the dark.

And with rising smokestacks in the distance I made myself cry

But you didn't look over, you didn't leave a mark.

We held each other's hands on the descent
Looked across the sky
I couldn't tell you what I felt
It doesnt sound very good in words
So I was silent and prayed for our health

If I sang this alone with no other sound
Would it still petrify your soul?
Would it keep us from getting old?
Can we live together at all?

And we don't get our well deserved peace.

No, not until we're long gone and still.
So right now I'll think of that warm release.

Won't be long and then I'm gone.
~~~~~ Creativity's Burning Pyre ~~~~~
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- Violet Schmidt: "Well, sure, I guess I can try and help with that. Ever read Corpus Hermetica? It'll make understanding this easier." Memory-1, Facebook, Pregame-1, Pregame-2, Pregame-3

- Lucas Diaz: "I'd apologize, but I don't want to dig things up all over again, y'know?" Memory-1, Facebook, Pregame-1, Pregame-2

- Max Rudolph: "What the people need is a common banner under which to unite. It might not be what you want, but the fact of the matter is..." Facebook, Pregame-1, Pregame-2

- Liberty "Bert" Wren: "At eight? Let me see if that fits into my schedule. Been real busy lately." Facebook, Pregame-1
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/ - G051: Lili Williams: "Stop..." Memory-1, Pregame-1, Island-1, Island-2, Island-3, Island-4, Island-5, Island-6, Island-7, Island-8, Island-9, Island-10, Island-11, Island-12, Island-13, Island-14, Island-15, Island-16, Island-17, Island-18, Island-19.

/ - B043: Arthur Bernstein: "I...I'll...I'll..." Memory-1, Meanwhile-2, Island-1, Island-2, Island-3, Island-4, Island-5, Island-6, Island-7, Meanwhile-1
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- insert of lucky br8k!!!!!!!!
- insert of O.B. - white kid who is involved in politics and has divorced rich parents and issues with feeling emotions
- self-styled detective
- normie
- lou reed doing a gay voice
- insert of F.G.D. - black kid who wears a pizza hat and plays trumpet
- cute thing
- Darl from As I Lay Dying
- insert of A.B. my dorkass little brother who fancies himself a linguist and gets on my nerves
- good lives make bad stories
- insert of N.T. another floutist because I havent done one of those already
- hillbilly
- someone who doesnt "have a good time making allies" as an advantage
- pine barrens monster from the family that has a ghost butler
- David Foster Wallace
- furry
- myself again
- insert of K.D. a pianist and if you thought bert was smol, hohohohoho
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CrossbowPig
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July 12th, 2017, 2:59 am #3

So one of the lines in the first poem I posted mentions a bus ride, and a cemetery walk afterward. I actually happened to chance upon that same cemetery just the other day, and I wrote a poem based off of my thoughts and feelings going through after around two years since I was last there. I explored a whole lot more of it and found all sorts of nooks and crannies to have quiet reading time in at some other point. Maybe I'll find myself running away to there a lot more in the future, to find more of what I missed, and to write a lot more poems based off of some of the scenery. Unfortunately, it wasn't quite as pristine as it was last time, since it was way hotter out than I thought it should be and there was construction/renovation work going on in an area toward the entrance. Lots of noise.
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This is the place where you were
a detour you took
to run off into a world of
shrubs and wild turkeys,
away! away from people
tormentors, detractors, haters, nepotists and egotists
and lovers.

This is the place where you are
full of the dead and frequented by
the dying
with water yellow and murky
secluded from most but not all saviors
and those trying to reach in to
the grave you dig for yourself

This is the way it should be
do not strike out
do not leave
do not open that door
leave your crypt undisturbed.
Next, here's another poem, this time about Beeswax. It's sort of a teaser for a longer poem I wrote, that'll be going up shortly, so if it's a bit rough that's because it's an appetizer for the main course. Beeswax probably isn't the most interesting topic but I think I related it to enough stuff and personal things to have breathed some life into it as an allegory of sorts.
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I am held, I am loved
My minuscule mold is made into many mammals
and small fish
pots and pans
I am dropped, squished, remade
played with, torn apart,
mixed with a greater whole

One day I am a candle
I burn, and then
I am scraped off the pan
stains of bright colors.

I miss the love
but I enjoy the adventure of
what I become next
Will I be a ball to be thrown?
Will I be pressed again into animals?

What do I have to give?
What is it that I am raised for when my whole existence is to become something else?

I do not care
I will be
a happy shape.
Later I flipped through my notebook and found the phrase "Stop looking at me like that" on a random page for some reason. It was very odd to look at, because my past self was telling my present self to stop looking at it. It was a very odd paradoxical feeling.

Here's an older poem.
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Underneath a dead flag at the top of its pole
No stirring winds pass by to blow
Cotton eyes and cotton tails cannot contest with wind that fails
Unseen Psychedelic sunbeams
Under the shade of trees and
miraculously aligned bricks, red and gray
A chained up trash can, a barb wire self defense against any deepness
or darkness
Instead, the light
Light of the annex comes down from fourth story rooftops.

A breeze tossled frown and shade coerced smile
turn left turn right then back again
Settle down right where you didn't know you
needed to be.

A single wispy waste
of white
graces the sky
by another name
Cloud!
What feelings will it hold?
What festers and bubbles up, coagulating into so much rain?
Tears, torn from host in broad daylight
Exit stage left, the spritely apparition
fades
to
blue.

Fragments of an argument make their way across public streets
almost run over
swept away
down storm drains and through sewers
the ones that stay afloat will
fly upwards
finding homes in the
crescent half moon shapes of
working ears.

The flag, now stirred, flaps in a sudden wind
then lies dead again
but soon is arisen once more
propelled by some occult virtue
to brush away the cobwebs from the sky.

Uneven flower planters
orange magnolia is
perfectly placed in quite an
imperfect place.

Bumblebees float from lavender to lavender
pollinating, work or pleasure? Death of a loved one.
Unfitting music plays
trap beats over otherworldly serene calm
angry disaffected youth
shouting along at the swing of
a conductor's baton.
The lavender bristles in the wind.
~~~~~ Creativity's Burning Pyre ~~~~~
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- Violet Schmidt: "Well, sure, I guess I can try and help with that. Ever read Corpus Hermetica? It'll make understanding this easier." Memory-1, Facebook, Pregame-1, Pregame-2, Pregame-3

- Lucas Diaz: "I'd apologize, but I don't want to dig things up all over again, y'know?" Memory-1, Facebook, Pregame-1, Pregame-2

- Max Rudolph: "What the people need is a common banner under which to unite. It might not be what you want, but the fact of the matter is..." Facebook, Pregame-1, Pregame-2

- Liberty "Bert" Wren: "At eight? Let me see if that fits into my schedule. Been real busy lately." Facebook, Pregame-1
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/ - G051: Lili Williams: "Stop..." Memory-1, Pregame-1, Island-1, Island-2, Island-3, Island-4, Island-5, Island-6, Island-7, Island-8, Island-9, Island-10, Island-11, Island-12, Island-13, Island-14, Island-15, Island-16, Island-17, Island-18, Island-19.

/ - B043: Arthur Bernstein: "I...I'll...I'll..." Memory-1, Meanwhile-2, Island-1, Island-2, Island-3, Island-4, Island-5, Island-6, Island-7, Meanwhile-1
[+] Spoiler
- insert of lucky br8k!!!!!!!!
- insert of O.B. - white kid who is involved in politics and has divorced rich parents and issues with feeling emotions
- self-styled detective
- normie
- lou reed doing a gay voice
- insert of F.G.D. - black kid who wears a pizza hat and plays trumpet
- cute thing
- Darl from As I Lay Dying
- insert of A.B. my dorkass little brother who fancies himself a linguist and gets on my nerves
- good lives make bad stories
- insert of N.T. another floutist because I havent done one of those already
- hillbilly
- someone who doesnt "have a good time making allies" as an advantage
- pine barrens monster from the family that has a ghost butler
- David Foster Wallace
- furry
- myself again
- insert of K.D. a pianist and if you thought bert was smol, hohohohoho
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July 15th, 2017, 4:06 pm #4

All of them are beautiful poems!
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CrossbowPig
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July 16th, 2017, 2:35 am #5

Thank you so much! Feedback is greatly appreciated (especially words of kindness to feed my steadily growing ego.)

I flipped through my google drive today, and found a document with some poems. I think I ended up turning them all into song format somewhere down the line, but I think looking at them in their original poem state might be something interesting. They're all way older than what I've been posting recently, so bear that in mind that I've become a better writer as time has gone on. The first one I might have even split up into several songs, so this might be the most interesting.

Oh, and the title is obnoxiously long
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hollow, it echoes
deep and down and dark and dimly lit
its not there, was it ever there?
have i ever been down there?
the depths, the reaches, the outlands? the downward descent
is calling and calling for me to begin to be falling but
no
its more than that

bells echo chime ring cloister
together, with a stringful of sound rushing
a cavernous maw of an ancient beast
books never opened with millions of words never read
my words
my words?
your words?
your words
call it what it is

twigs will snap when it falls
dumbly and dimly and grateful as all
always and never will it ever be
something for you, not something for me

the inside of the brain is low but pierced
with high frequency when disturbed
a cancelled broadcast unsanctioned scream in a flat
but also in an apartment, two the same two different
modulating between two notes on two different telephone lines
nill, null, knoll, never sinking away

at the end of the world will you come find me?
i'll stay right here and wait for you
it won't take much effort but
you know and i know perfectly well that
i would hate to be alone
sorry
so sorry
sorry sorry sorry
its too much to ask of you

the wind is hollow and it rings
deep and down and dark and dimly lit
a street preachers lips have been cauterized into the brown mushy soil between my toes
a low drone in A Flat
but also through my apartment
i've been down there many times
for you to come with me is asking too much
a grassy knoll, tied between my teeth
the grim reaper
my smile
ringing.
As you can say, I didn't like capital letters all that much. It was a phase, okay? And, if presented right, that phase may be an interesting format. It retains some of the stream of consciousness aesthetic better than writing is when it's perfectly formatted. This next one is a bit more of a narrative, and tells a bit of a story. It's probably...the most upsetting of everything I've posted, so if topics like suicide and depression hit close to you like they did to me at this point in my life, this one might be worth skipping.
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I wake up
its a dark day and the sun is out
i brush myself, washing between my teeth
slip on my shoes and pants and shirt and shirt and shirt
and coat and i go for a walk to work involuntarily
people pass me by and they dont see the ringing
i cant even see the ringing
the ringing of the noise in the air
i keep walking

i walk a bit more
and then i get to work
work is dull and boring and dreary
corporate nothing so materialistically unwound
i make it through half the day and then throw myself off the roof
my supervisor catches me on half my way down and throws me in front of a desk
tells me to get to work
i type and type pushing paper but
its really not what i expected out of life

i see her then
she smiles unfakely
her skeleton fingers
her bobbed black hair
her cheery disposition
a laugh that would send angels to her feet and demons running to convert
i see her then and decide that i will write her a poem
i talk to her five times
the first is unexpected
the second is planned
the third goes wrong
the fourth is to give the poem
and the fifth is to deny writing it

i walk away from her and i am defeated
i am off company time so they do not care where i go
on the bus; advertisements
tired? sick? hungry?
we will help
insured.
we will give
for sure.
we wont stab you in the back
we wont
we wont make any promises
i consider the offer and get off the bus in front of a bridge

she is walking by the bridge and she does not want to hear it
she is walking by the bridge and she does not want to hear
its not her fault
she is walking by the bridge and she does not want to
I have been this way for many months
she is walking by the bridge and she does not want
i just wanted to show her how i worked and i wanted to be more of a person to her
she is walking by the bridge and she does not
if she just listened to how i felt she would understand
she is walking by the bridge
i just wish that she would stop and turn and look at me and maybe this would show her
she is walking
i am not here anymore
she is running
i was never here
she is stopping
it was my fault
she is pulling
there isnt anything to hold onto
she is screaming for help
it was just the same thing over and over again
she is wishing she was stronger
and over and over and over and over and over again
she cant hold on much longer
but this will change pace. it will. change? things
she is explaining the situation to a passerby who is nodding understandingly
everything? will? drop? and it wont be here
she is helping the passerby grab ahold of my hands
i was never! distresses sink into my teeth
she is hoisting me off of the bridge railing and onto the road
i dont understand her that even when i try to make it easy for her she has to make it
she is making it harder for herself
i am thanking her
she is htting me in the face
she is blaming me for ruining her day
she is not amused, or pleased, or happy
she is doing what is right
what she is told to do
the passerby agrees
i am scolded
i walk away
happy

i moved away after that
another day
another dollar

Finally, here's a poem that was written while I was in class, in a computer lab. I think the assignment was to work on an essay, and I didn't do that. I wrote this poem instead. Granted, it was probably after I was done working, but my heart wasn't in it, so it doesn't count in my book.

The next poems I post will be more recent. That, I promise, though I hope this detour was interesting. Plus, there might be a short story in there too!
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self defense, cords running within plastic
strung up by the wrists, dancing like a puppet to
some one else's tune, strung like elastic
we havent a clue no we havent but a clue

keep it light and moving and right and grooving
gears turning within without you and choosing to leave me
see? its nothing typical just an unknown soldier sailor problem that's moving
decree within a chapel that the birds and squirrels and mice within are of the holy see

it's a gaze galloping terrible fire
beseech me, green trench coat, have at me with blades
dark and hopeless pit green mire and the smile i admire
so fondly. it brightens every glade

time runs out with four minute warnings
echoes and bellows of caverns glisten
a hole it makes, curving and boring
just pick up cartilage ovals and listen

to heartbeats and the terror within us all
i hear the sound of a long-dead man jump and fall.
~~~~~ Creativity's Burning Pyre ~~~~~
[+] Spoiler
- Violet Schmidt: "Well, sure, I guess I can try and help with that. Ever read Corpus Hermetica? It'll make understanding this easier." Memory-1, Facebook, Pregame-1, Pregame-2, Pregame-3

- Lucas Diaz: "I'd apologize, but I don't want to dig things up all over again, y'know?" Memory-1, Facebook, Pregame-1, Pregame-2

- Max Rudolph: "What the people need is a common banner under which to unite. It might not be what you want, but the fact of the matter is..." Facebook, Pregame-1, Pregame-2

- Liberty "Bert" Wren: "At eight? Let me see if that fits into my schedule. Been real busy lately." Facebook, Pregame-1
[+] Spoiler
/ - G051: Lili Williams: "Stop..." Memory-1, Pregame-1, Island-1, Island-2, Island-3, Island-4, Island-5, Island-6, Island-7, Island-8, Island-9, Island-10, Island-11, Island-12, Island-13, Island-14, Island-15, Island-16, Island-17, Island-18, Island-19.

/ - B043: Arthur Bernstein: "I...I'll...I'll..." Memory-1, Meanwhile-2, Island-1, Island-2, Island-3, Island-4, Island-5, Island-6, Island-7, Meanwhile-1
[+] Spoiler
- insert of lucky br8k!!!!!!!!
- insert of O.B. - white kid who is involved in politics and has divorced rich parents and issues with feeling emotions
- self-styled detective
- normie
- lou reed doing a gay voice
- insert of F.G.D. - black kid who wears a pizza hat and plays trumpet
- cute thing
- Darl from As I Lay Dying
- insert of A.B. my dorkass little brother who fancies himself a linguist and gets on my nerves
- good lives make bad stories
- insert of N.T. another floutist because I havent done one of those already
- hillbilly
- someone who doesnt "have a good time making allies" as an advantage
- pine barrens monster from the family that has a ghost butler
- David Foster Wallace
- furry
- myself again
- insert of K.D. a pianist and if you thought bert was smol, hohohohoho
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July 16th, 2017, 1:25 pm #6

Ohh these are really interesting! I like them. I'd love to see a short story.
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July 21st, 2017, 10:34 pm #7

Thank you thank you thank you! Any feedback is appreciated, and welcomed, no matter what it is.

I'll start with a short story that I kicked up out of a cloud of dust and coughed on. It's not particularly good, it's a bit of a memory from my childhood that I warped and scratched and screwed around with. I promised a short story, but the short story I've been working on didn't turn out to be particularly good nor did it turn out to be particularly finished, so I'm holding off on that one for now. In the meantime, look at this goddamn mess!
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I don't remember how I got there. I lived, and still live, on the other side of the city, and there's a perfectly good playground right down the way from my house. We must have been there for an errand, but I can't remember what that errand was, why i went on it, or if it was even a successful adventure. All that I know is that somehow, my mother, brother and I ended up at a playground on Broadway, near Central Square.

I could still count my age on my grubby little fingers, caked with dirt and seasoned with scrapes. Gleefully, I bounded up the big play structure, a sprawling mess of slides, ladders, and wood-chips littering the corners. There was a gear contraption that spun around, making a loud mechanical creaking noise. I sat transfixed by the spinning wheels, whittling away the minutes, cut down to a singular hour, just one wood-chip, sitting between my index and middle fingers, both unaware of their significance and the chaos they bring.

My mother called me over: it was time to leave, to continue on our nonspecific errand. Carefully, I walked up to the canopy, from which there were two options to leave: stairs or slide. There were technically two other options - a ladder or pole to slide down, but both terrified me. The kind of monster my sleep-deprived brain imagined was in my closet. Eventually, I settled on the stairs.

Every surface on the structure is covered in a dot pattern, holes to stick your fingers in, for some architect's idea of stability, the air rushing through it up and down, rushing like a crawling child. Transfixed by the polka dots, my mind was so caught up in a simple optical illusion, that I'd not noticed the boy walking into me.

"Watch where you're going, asshole!"

The boy, older, his fingers betrayed by numbers long ago, pushes by me, saying nothing else, meeting up with a friend.

This is the first time that I was ever directly sworn at. I'd heard the word before, many times, in whispered television memory and closed door stay-in-your-room-we-aren't-fighting-I-love-you arguments, but never to my face. Not so blatantly. Hurried along, I rain to my mother, and was led by the hand out onto the sidewalk, fending off my one-hand-count brother's questions, disappearing into hot air. My particles disperse, and I am no more.

Now, I reappear, ghosting into the playground like a recurring nightmare. I have doubled my height, age, life, but it all started and ended here.
I walk up those stairs, sun bleached and weathered by time. Back then, it was all too big to wrap my head around. Now, it's small to the same degree. One size never fit anybody.

It rained yesterday, and the slides and stairs are sweating sky droplets. I find my way back to the gears and cogs, still just as loud, though not as hard to turn, and take a seat right next to it. A few spins satisfies me this time; my ears have tastes fireworks splashing across the sky; the whispers,
slips, and tangles, of lover's voices; the fury of a father scorned by his second born child filtered through closed headphones. All these noises tie me to this Earth. My ears know worse than "asshole."

I look again and see myself. Day turns to day, night lit by the sun. I'm pushed down, to the ground, sworn at, and I waddle away to my mother,
off into the street, my feet tiring but still dragged along as one corporeal being. I seize the moment in my hand in my day, crushed between my fingers, squirming like caterpillars, centipedes, each leg a month spent in anguish, a month in doubt, a month in useless introspection, spent mastering walking on one leg, breathing manually, glorifying the needless critique of being.

My fingers grace the holes in the floor pattern, and I smile, closing my eyes, and feel the cogs turn in my chest. I lost innocence, not all at once but in pieces, flower pedals. It its place grow dandelions. Weeds, sure, but beautiful and bountiful and flowery all the same.
A note, just to be sure I get this across before I continue: most of these are all transcribed from my notebook, and the handwriting is horribly messy, but I still try to convey the meaning of each poem or story from these writings in terms of format and specific language. In this short story specifically I changed some of the wording to flow better and make some things a bit more clear, but that's about it. I stick more to the original language with my poems, as I believe that in those terms the specific word choice and line breaks are more important.

This next poem, and the last one for today, is about a past relationship of mine. I don't know if she'd be exactly angry if I used her name, but for now I'll use a fake name. Being that I've already used my name, for this past story, there's no question that she'd know who I am immediately. Instead, I'll use a name that starts with the same first letter and has the same amount of syllables. I hope that's okay with everybody.
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Alice is the Earth
I walk barefoot through empty fields and
cake my feet with dirt
There are no storms here
Only sugar-dust and crumbling handfuls of
soil, rich in
life

Sometimes I walk through mud
I must be careful not to fall in
I don't want to get the ground dirty

Trees like brain stems
planted, ideas and songs and books
a row of bushes is
the entire Harry Potter series
another is
the faded memory of a musical
grass grows, and also
worms

I was once welcomed to other gardens
made of clay, baked to bricks
or of granite, secrets hidden in topsoil
I look over fences to other gardens
but I always return to her dirt.

Right now the dirt is being paved over
a sidewalk for a new road. Wet cement
does not go well with bare feet. I miss
the dirt, I could hide in
I could live for
I should be buried in.

Closed is the garden
gone are the trees
what's left is fading
Alice's memories of me

But someday soon I will return armed with
a pickaxe
Break through the pavement and find dirt
I know it isn't the same deep down
But I know what I did.

Alice was my earth
I used to walk barefoot in dust and
have dirt shoesoles on my feet
It doesn't stop raining here
The worms come out to bathe and drown
and die, with
I among them

-

Alternate Ending:

The pavement Is never paved
I lobby for the garden to stay
open
and free to the public
I share its dirt one last time
then gather some up in a jar
like ashes
a memorial of
what was never dead.
~~~~~ Creativity's Burning Pyre ~~~~~
[+] Spoiler
- Violet Schmidt: "Well, sure, I guess I can try and help with that. Ever read Corpus Hermetica? It'll make understanding this easier." Memory-1, Facebook, Pregame-1, Pregame-2, Pregame-3

- Lucas Diaz: "I'd apologize, but I don't want to dig things up all over again, y'know?" Memory-1, Facebook, Pregame-1, Pregame-2

- Max Rudolph: "What the people need is a common banner under which to unite. It might not be what you want, but the fact of the matter is..." Facebook, Pregame-1, Pregame-2

- Liberty "Bert" Wren: "At eight? Let me see if that fits into my schedule. Been real busy lately." Facebook, Pregame-1
[+] Spoiler
/ - G051: Lili Williams: "Stop..." Memory-1, Pregame-1, Island-1, Island-2, Island-3, Island-4, Island-5, Island-6, Island-7, Island-8, Island-9, Island-10, Island-11, Island-12, Island-13, Island-14, Island-15, Island-16, Island-17, Island-18, Island-19.

/ - B043: Arthur Bernstein: "I...I'll...I'll..." Memory-1, Meanwhile-2, Island-1, Island-2, Island-3, Island-4, Island-5, Island-6, Island-7, Meanwhile-1
[+] Spoiler
- insert of lucky br8k!!!!!!!!
- insert of O.B. - white kid who is involved in politics and has divorced rich parents and issues with feeling emotions
- self-styled detective
- normie
- lou reed doing a gay voice
- insert of F.G.D. - black kid who wears a pizza hat and plays trumpet
- cute thing
- Darl from As I Lay Dying
- insert of A.B. my dorkass little brother who fancies himself a linguist and gets on my nerves
- good lives make bad stories
- insert of N.T. another floutist because I havent done one of those already
- hillbilly
- someone who doesnt "have a good time making allies" as an advantage
- pine barrens monster from the family that has a ghost butler
- David Foster Wallace
- furry
- myself again
- insert of K.D. a pianist and if you thought bert was smol, hohohohoho
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CrossbowPig
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August 1st, 2017, 2:32 am #8

I am not in the best mood and don't know if I've ever been in a good mood to begin with.
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metal slides back and forth, up and down
the room is empty but for a broken violin
that is, if you ignore everything else
shattered bowstrings line the dark floor of ignored substance
curled wood with age
damp and darkened, ritualistically destroyed

years ago i sat here without the airplanes above
years ago when fire was new
years ago i stood here without connections and love
years ago when i never knew you
the broken violin? snapped straight!
i did it, and it felt
strangely
not as good as i knew
that you wanted me to feel
all those years

its a sweet distress
in the emptynotemptyoccupied railroom
as train cars dash back and forth walkie talkie bleeps and blops
broken violins rain from the ground into the walls and out again
a snappy tendril, a bloodcurdling laugh
the sound that the wind makes when i want it to stop screaming
is not enough to drown out
an endless cavern

a cavern with no bats
no spikes or rocks
nothing but hollow that goes past
the end of the earth
past void and past hell
into the netherrealms where the great ones once lived and will never live again
a land that sits
on C-String
ringing in sharp tone, out of tune
on a broken violin

its not my violin. is it? no
was it yours ever? was it? mine?
i wish? i could place!
its nothing to me broken violin
not much that i could want
the railroom is not empty anymore
the violin snaps underneath
this is why i am here

the last thing i hear is the wind starting to scream again
as i am torn from my place on the floor
like a violin broken to shreds
dropped
like unwanted food scraps
and cast aside
like a test that came back positive but couldnt have been true no matter what the doctors
said
torn apart
I wish I could post Routine again. That one was good.
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i have to be fast
or the monsters will get me
i can hear them chittering in between the
bushes i can hear them scampering after
my feet they are right next to me and they
want to eat me alive so i must be
careful where i step and i
want to avoid them
they made themselves known
they roared
and they knocked over a trash bin
so i run further
that was a house now that they knocked down
they broke a piano over each
others necks and ate the keys with blackened
teeth from the soot that they fed
themselves on for
so
so
long
and they are hungry
there was another one
they would not listen to
me and they never would no matter what i said
they flash up and down with the scratchings of my
reality they are coming to eat me
i dont have long i have
to be fast they are dragging my legs back and twisting me and snapping me apart because
its too late you have to run
and you have to hide even if it wont
work and i know that when you hide that it will buy you precious time to
call a loved one because the end is here and has always been here
we expect it to never show up but
its really just the beginning that never came
discovered not sleeping i was
torn from my bed and
eaten alive
by
~~~~~ Creativity's Burning Pyre ~~~~~
[+] Spoiler
- Violet Schmidt: "Well, sure, I guess I can try and help with that. Ever read Corpus Hermetica? It'll make understanding this easier." Memory-1, Facebook, Pregame-1, Pregame-2, Pregame-3

- Lucas Diaz: "I'd apologize, but I don't want to dig things up all over again, y'know?" Memory-1, Facebook, Pregame-1, Pregame-2

- Max Rudolph: "What the people need is a common banner under which to unite. It might not be what you want, but the fact of the matter is..." Facebook, Pregame-1, Pregame-2

- Liberty "Bert" Wren: "At eight? Let me see if that fits into my schedule. Been real busy lately." Facebook, Pregame-1
[+] Spoiler
/ - G051: Lili Williams: "Stop..." Memory-1, Pregame-1, Island-1, Island-2, Island-3, Island-4, Island-5, Island-6, Island-7, Island-8, Island-9, Island-10, Island-11, Island-12, Island-13, Island-14, Island-15, Island-16, Island-17, Island-18, Island-19.

/ - B043: Arthur Bernstein: "I...I'll...I'll..." Memory-1, Meanwhile-2, Island-1, Island-2, Island-3, Island-4, Island-5, Island-6, Island-7, Meanwhile-1
[+] Spoiler
- insert of lucky br8k!!!!!!!!
- insert of O.B. - white kid who is involved in politics and has divorced rich parents and issues with feeling emotions
- self-styled detective
- normie
- lou reed doing a gay voice
- insert of F.G.D. - black kid who wears a pizza hat and plays trumpet
- cute thing
- Darl from As I Lay Dying
- insert of A.B. my dorkass little brother who fancies himself a linguist and gets on my nerves
- good lives make bad stories
- insert of N.T. another floutist because I havent done one of those already
- hillbilly
- someone who doesnt "have a good time making allies" as an advantage
- pine barrens monster from the family that has a ghost butler
- David Foster Wallace
- furry
- myself again
- insert of K.D. a pianist and if you thought bert was smol, hohohohoho
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August 12th, 2017, 11:12 pm #9

...I just realised what the purpose of the thread title is.

I'm slow.
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August 19th, 2017, 2:39 am #10

It took a while to come up with so on some level I'm glad it took a while for at least one person to sniff out.

It's been a while! I think I just have one poem for you all today but it's a long one. I teased it to at least Cicada at one point and never delivered but here it is now, a mammoth by my standards that takes up four pages in my notebook and needed to be unleashed somewhere.
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It's been a while
not since I was here
but since I was with you
has it been three months yet? It felt like four years
I hadn't seen you for seven hundred and thirty days.
Each day shorter than a half hour.
Remember when we used to guess at
what our lives would be?
Given ten years?
Ten
real
years?

Walk up the stairs with me now
I'll lead you by the hand
creaking footfalls don't bother me
step through the porch door
say hello to the cats
with no names, nebulous
of the same litter
castaways from the cat herd
they watch, but they don't bite

Now through the front door
the real start
a mud room filled with dirt - dust - sand
the stompings and residue of
afternoons in the yard
woodchips in the corners
childhood, intermission.

The living room has a record player
with some Puerto Rican boy band records
the second youngest loves those
I know what you think
do not trip
over the nylon ukelele strings
it was out of tune
and I felt a connection there
broken fixes broken
is that familiar?

The kitchen is glass and metal
and beeswax sculpted animals, alternative health
and nature products
would you like a drink? Here's
a mason jar of water
lemonade
orange juice
apple
pear
you don't say a word, but I know your silence
How could I forget? I've known you
for five years
on and
off for
five
real
years

Upstairs or down?
macintosh plus computers, car parts,
litterboxes, laundry
drywall, laundry
drywall, dust,
grime, grief,
rust, recollection
or
my room?

Two beds and
a copy of 'Kafka on the Shore'
roll from one to another
like the curl of a page turn
or sit with me here
the lower one
watch the window pried open like crying eyes
enjoy the breeze

I won't tell you why we're here
or whether you'll wake up soon
or why you're dreaming of memories
you try so hard to forget
the secrets your soul keeps from itself
permanent ink on a pahe
All I can give is a shrug and laugh
and watch you age, here with me

Why is it this house we buy
in nowhere, upstate New York?
out of college, out of youth
no children grace the mudroom any longer
I restrung the uke
you broke me again

and if we don't fall apart
maybe we'll get new cats
ones with names that sip their water
out of mason jars that in drunken dazes we held
up to our eyes and pretend to be the
six year olds we never knew.

But we're not there
and you're not here
this dream was never dreamt
but next time I go it will be in memorium

I'll bury you there
by Niagara Falls

And when I come back and see you again
My head is filled with the roar of plunging water.
~~~~~ Creativity's Burning Pyre ~~~~~
[+] Spoiler
- Violet Schmidt: "Well, sure, I guess I can try and help with that. Ever read Corpus Hermetica? It'll make understanding this easier." Memory-1, Facebook, Pregame-1, Pregame-2, Pregame-3

- Lucas Diaz: "I'd apologize, but I don't want to dig things up all over again, y'know?" Memory-1, Facebook, Pregame-1, Pregame-2

- Max Rudolph: "What the people need is a common banner under which to unite. It might not be what you want, but the fact of the matter is..." Facebook, Pregame-1, Pregame-2

- Liberty "Bert" Wren: "At eight? Let me see if that fits into my schedule. Been real busy lately." Facebook, Pregame-1
[+] Spoiler
/ - G051: Lili Williams: "Stop..." Memory-1, Pregame-1, Island-1, Island-2, Island-3, Island-4, Island-5, Island-6, Island-7, Island-8, Island-9, Island-10, Island-11, Island-12, Island-13, Island-14, Island-15, Island-16, Island-17, Island-18, Island-19.

/ - B043: Arthur Bernstein: "I...I'll...I'll..." Memory-1, Meanwhile-2, Island-1, Island-2, Island-3, Island-4, Island-5, Island-6, Island-7, Meanwhile-1
[+] Spoiler
- insert of lucky br8k!!!!!!!!
- insert of O.B. - white kid who is involved in politics and has divorced rich parents and issues with feeling emotions
- self-styled detective
- normie
- lou reed doing a gay voice
- insert of F.G.D. - black kid who wears a pizza hat and plays trumpet
- cute thing
- Darl from As I Lay Dying
- insert of A.B. my dorkass little brother who fancies himself a linguist and gets on my nerves
- good lives make bad stories
- insert of N.T. another floutist because I havent done one of those already
- hillbilly
- someone who doesnt "have a good time making allies" as an advantage
- pine barrens monster from the family that has a ghost butler
- David Foster Wallace
- furry
- myself again
- insert of K.D. a pianist and if you thought bert was smol, hohohohoho
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Joined: June 28th, 2016, 7:37 pm

September 20th, 2017, 4:55 pm #11

As of this writing, the site has been still for around 13 hours. Nothing has moved. Nobody has spoken. It's a very weird feeling, especially since I feel like the past few days have been fairly active in terms of posting considering the current state of the game. I don't know where I'm going with this, it's just all so weird.

It's also because I stayed home from school today and I didn't have anything to do so I just sat around and looked at the site for a few hours.
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No amount of set dressing could hide it
Six art installations, seven levels, eight times visited in the course of one day
Nine times cried in
Uncountable infiltrations and immeasurable usage
Untold measures of
People
Lay within the cement walls of this structure

Trash peaking up from below tree cover
Plastics and methane and oils and solid and wrappers
And stoppers and bottle toppers
Echo beneath and beside
The sounds of trains and busses alike in dilapidated Dublin Donuts talking weather and sports
People things

The rejected sleep in tents, separated by
A foot of concrete and a mile of shopping carts
From the children and their play-structures
The tarps and the beer bottles leaking over every now and then
There's a door out, two feet off the ground from
The inside
And all gone to rapture it has

Once we waited here and saw people pass by
figurative one way mirrors, I hid you
Underneath my coat, black and white and dirtied grey
Drawing you more attention but still keeping you warm with
The thought that counted
So far away from the Fire of your home
The Fire we carry now separate from each other
The Fire I give to this station and the rejected in their tarps

Opposite is an art exhibit or a protest
Further down the spiral you go
Spray paint to last a life time with
"God help us believe in God helping us believe"
And
"Those god damn kids"
And
"Life is shit" next to a crossed out "short" echoing amidst obscenities
Unsure if they themselves count or are too profanely knowledgeable to join the pack

House in these walls your sick and dying
The motor cars and bumble bees by field and fire the crumbling ceilings
Echo
Echo
Echo
Foxtrot
Despite best attempts and false prayers still remain here
Housed in these walls
Give up your ghost
On a bed of needle stalactites drilling from the ceiling like icicles
Do you live here?
You would be home by now
Carry your flame

I wake up just in time to catch a train
to my job just down the street from
The other Fire
To wallpaper my life with hell and all my family
To deny them to see the rejected
The zoo open any other day
And the homeless find their comfort in knowing that which we can't
And I take their comfort with me for I am one of their kind postponed until a later date
my long walk given over for another day

You look at me again
And I forget the third rail
This one is four months old but its relevant now more than ever for me.
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It's been a month and a half
since you didn't die
And I'm left alone still here
All alone, but better now

I don't depend on you
Like a glass bottle swinging
By my side filled with
Your warm blood and honey

Ten times I checked your pulse
Just to see and make sure that it
Hadn't actually stopped and I was
Just dreaming about an end
That I wouldn't see

You're not dead to the world
But you may as well
Be dead to me
This one also feels weirdly relevant as well.
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In a little town by the sea
In a little town by the ocean
I'll waste my days
I'll avoid the commotion

You'll ask me how I got there
You'll ask me why I left you all
I'll ask "Well where do you go when
You drift like leaves in the fall"

For everyone I knew
Who made it true
Who made the lies true

For the people who always said they had my back
For the people who left me on the stretching rack

Don't question our motives
Don't question our motives
There's no love but true love
There's no love at all

For anyone I ever knew
Who led me to you
And the things I used to do

For the liars and beggars who thought they could've won
For those who find that now they're the lost ones

And I'm a liar too
And I'm a beggar it's true
And I need somewhere new
Cause I'm a lost one like you.
~~~~~ Creativity's Burning Pyre ~~~~~
[+] Spoiler
- Violet Schmidt: "Well, sure, I guess I can try and help with that. Ever read Corpus Hermetica? It'll make understanding this easier." Memory-1, Facebook, Pregame-1, Pregame-2, Pregame-3

- Lucas Diaz: "I'd apologize, but I don't want to dig things up all over again, y'know?" Memory-1, Facebook, Pregame-1, Pregame-2

- Max Rudolph: "What the people need is a common banner under which to unite. It might not be what you want, but the fact of the matter is..." Facebook, Pregame-1, Pregame-2

- Liberty "Bert" Wren: "At eight? Let me see if that fits into my schedule. Been real busy lately." Facebook, Pregame-1
[+] Spoiler
/ - G051: Lili Williams: "Stop..." Memory-1, Pregame-1, Island-1, Island-2, Island-3, Island-4, Island-5, Island-6, Island-7, Island-8, Island-9, Island-10, Island-11, Island-12, Island-13, Island-14, Island-15, Island-16, Island-17, Island-18, Island-19.

/ - B043: Arthur Bernstein: "I...I'll...I'll..." Memory-1, Meanwhile-2, Island-1, Island-2, Island-3, Island-4, Island-5, Island-6, Island-7, Meanwhile-1
[+] Spoiler
- insert of lucky br8k!!!!!!!!
- insert of O.B. - white kid who is involved in politics and has divorced rich parents and issues with feeling emotions
- self-styled detective
- normie
- lou reed doing a gay voice
- insert of F.G.D. - black kid who wears a pizza hat and plays trumpet
- cute thing
- Darl from As I Lay Dying
- insert of A.B. my dorkass little brother who fancies himself a linguist and gets on my nerves
- good lives make bad stories
- insert of N.T. another floutist because I havent done one of those already
- hillbilly
- someone who doesnt "have a good time making allies" as an advantage
- pine barrens monster from the family that has a ghost butler
- David Foster Wallace
- furry
- myself again
- insert of K.D. a pianist and if you thought bert was smol, hohohohoho
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October 15th, 2017, 1:09 am #12

So I guess I'm really stretching the definition of "other art" here.

I spent way too much time on this. Please enjoy.
[+] Spoiler
EDIT: I added some obvious missed opportunities and more pictures in general.
~~~~~ Creativity's Burning Pyre ~~~~~
[+] Spoiler
- Violet Schmidt: "Well, sure, I guess I can try and help with that. Ever read Corpus Hermetica? It'll make understanding this easier." Memory-1, Facebook, Pregame-1, Pregame-2, Pregame-3

- Lucas Diaz: "I'd apologize, but I don't want to dig things up all over again, y'know?" Memory-1, Facebook, Pregame-1, Pregame-2

- Max Rudolph: "What the people need is a common banner under which to unite. It might not be what you want, but the fact of the matter is..." Facebook, Pregame-1, Pregame-2

- Liberty "Bert" Wren: "At eight? Let me see if that fits into my schedule. Been real busy lately." Facebook, Pregame-1
[+] Spoiler
/ - G051: Lili Williams: "Stop..." Memory-1, Pregame-1, Island-1, Island-2, Island-3, Island-4, Island-5, Island-6, Island-7, Island-8, Island-9, Island-10, Island-11, Island-12, Island-13, Island-14, Island-15, Island-16, Island-17, Island-18, Island-19.

/ - B043: Arthur Bernstein: "I...I'll...I'll..." Memory-1, Meanwhile-2, Island-1, Island-2, Island-3, Island-4, Island-5, Island-6, Island-7, Meanwhile-1
[+] Spoiler
- insert of lucky br8k!!!!!!!!
- insert of O.B. - white kid who is involved in politics and has divorced rich parents and issues with feeling emotions
- self-styled detective
- normie
- lou reed doing a gay voice
- insert of F.G.D. - black kid who wears a pizza hat and plays trumpet
- cute thing
- Darl from As I Lay Dying
- insert of A.B. my dorkass little brother who fancies himself a linguist and gets on my nerves
- good lives make bad stories
- insert of N.T. another floutist because I havent done one of those already
- hillbilly
- someone who doesnt "have a good time making allies" as an advantage
- pine barrens monster from the family that has a ghost butler
- David Foster Wallace
- furry
- myself again
- insert of K.D. a pianist and if you thought bert was smol, hohohohoho
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October 15th, 2017, 1:57 am #13

I made another meme because I made another meme.
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And also here's a bonus.
[+] Spoiler
~~~~~ Creativity's Burning Pyre ~~~~~
[+] Spoiler
- Violet Schmidt: "Well, sure, I guess I can try and help with that. Ever read Corpus Hermetica? It'll make understanding this easier." Memory-1, Facebook, Pregame-1, Pregame-2, Pregame-3

- Lucas Diaz: "I'd apologize, but I don't want to dig things up all over again, y'know?" Memory-1, Facebook, Pregame-1, Pregame-2

- Max Rudolph: "What the people need is a common banner under which to unite. It might not be what you want, but the fact of the matter is..." Facebook, Pregame-1, Pregame-2

- Liberty "Bert" Wren: "At eight? Let me see if that fits into my schedule. Been real busy lately." Facebook, Pregame-1
[+] Spoiler
/ - G051: Lili Williams: "Stop..." Memory-1, Pregame-1, Island-1, Island-2, Island-3, Island-4, Island-5, Island-6, Island-7, Island-8, Island-9, Island-10, Island-11, Island-12, Island-13, Island-14, Island-15, Island-16, Island-17, Island-18, Island-19.

/ - B043: Arthur Bernstein: "I...I'll...I'll..." Memory-1, Meanwhile-2, Island-1, Island-2, Island-3, Island-4, Island-5, Island-6, Island-7, Meanwhile-1
[+] Spoiler
- insert of lucky br8k!!!!!!!!
- insert of O.B. - white kid who is involved in politics and has divorced rich parents and issues with feeling emotions
- self-styled detective
- normie
- lou reed doing a gay voice
- insert of F.G.D. - black kid who wears a pizza hat and plays trumpet
- cute thing
- Darl from As I Lay Dying
- insert of A.B. my dorkass little brother who fancies himself a linguist and gets on my nerves
- good lives make bad stories
- insert of N.T. another floutist because I havent done one of those already
- hillbilly
- someone who doesnt "have a good time making allies" as an advantage
- pine barrens monster from the family that has a ghost butler
- David Foster Wallace
- furry
- myself again
- insert of K.D. a pianist and if you thought bert was smol, hohohohoho
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October 24th, 2017, 2:12 am #14

hmm HMM I am listening to Iggy Pop's The Idiot for the first time and I can just feel it dripping with sleaze and sex and darkness and evil and I love every single moment of it.,.
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I see things better
When I see them reflected in your eyes
I see the world clearer
Without listening to your lies

I'm here with you
Nine hundred miles apart
I'm like you, now
Hollow bronze heart

I'm no longer here now
Taken from my earthliness
I see things clearer
In the night

I see things better
I see it every single year
I see things clearer
When I have to look at them through tears
Expect much more poetry soon, since that's the unit that we'll be moving into in my Creative Writing class, and expect them to be a lot more filled with rage and vitriol and bitterness and acid because shit gets VINDICTIVE in Junior year or some shit I wouldn't know. fine.
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And I am still cold here
And I have been for many months
For a year I grew warmer and now
I've lost my heat

When I ask you now
If I do what I did because
Of the pain that made a home inside
Words kiss like death

Nobody knows it
They assume that everything's fine
though regular and nice I still
Walk on the edge

I'd like to get messed up
I want to be fucked up
I want to obliterate myself
Tear off my skin and hit myself
Make it clear that I'm not here

I went to see a show
I went to see two in three days
I shared it with everyone and
They hated it

I put out my hand
Made an effort to reach out and
When they saw my outstretched fingers
They bat them away

I'd like to get out of here
I'm fucking running out of here
I want to obliterate myself
Break all my bones and crumple myself
Make it see that it's not me
Lastly, likely:
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Any other day at the beach would have been fine for swimming, but today a quick dip in the ocean was the last thing on her mind. A quick walk through town, situated by the seaside, was all that she intended on - no interruptions necessary - when all of a sudden her phone rang. It was her lawyer, calling to inform her of a break in her case. She frowned: a quick stroll was what she was hoping would take her mind off of the disappearance of her brother, not remind her more of it. Begrudgingly, she held the phone up to her ear, only for it to be snatched out of her hand. She stared up at the sky in amazement - a seagull had mistaken the shiny phone for food! It was carrying it off into the sky, settling on the beach. The woman ran after the gull, kicking off her shoes as she ran through the sand. The bird was pecking at her screen, likely ruining it, each jackhammer thrump sending another spindly crack across the glass. A flock of
~~~~~ Creativity's Burning Pyre ~~~~~
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- Violet Schmidt: "Well, sure, I guess I can try and help with that. Ever read Corpus Hermetica? It'll make understanding this easier." Memory-1, Facebook, Pregame-1, Pregame-2, Pregame-3

- Lucas Diaz: "I'd apologize, but I don't want to dig things up all over again, y'know?" Memory-1, Facebook, Pregame-1, Pregame-2

- Max Rudolph: "What the people need is a common banner under which to unite. It might not be what you want, but the fact of the matter is..." Facebook, Pregame-1, Pregame-2

- Liberty "Bert" Wren: "At eight? Let me see if that fits into my schedule. Been real busy lately." Facebook, Pregame-1
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/ - G051: Lili Williams: "Stop..." Memory-1, Pregame-1, Island-1, Island-2, Island-3, Island-4, Island-5, Island-6, Island-7, Island-8, Island-9, Island-10, Island-11, Island-12, Island-13, Island-14, Island-15, Island-16, Island-17, Island-18, Island-19.

/ - B043: Arthur Bernstein: "I...I'll...I'll..." Memory-1, Meanwhile-2, Island-1, Island-2, Island-3, Island-4, Island-5, Island-6, Island-7, Meanwhile-1
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- insert of lucky br8k!!!!!!!!
- insert of O.B. - white kid who is involved in politics and has divorced rich parents and issues with feeling emotions
- self-styled detective
- normie
- lou reed doing a gay voice
- insert of F.G.D. - black kid who wears a pizza hat and plays trumpet
- cute thing
- Darl from As I Lay Dying
- insert of A.B. my dorkass little brother who fancies himself a linguist and gets on my nerves
- good lives make bad stories
- insert of N.T. another floutist because I havent done one of those already
- hillbilly
- someone who doesnt "have a good time making allies" as an advantage
- pine barrens monster from the family that has a ghost butler
- David Foster Wallace
- furry
- myself again
- insert of K.D. a pianist and if you thought bert was smol, hohohohoho
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November 14th, 2017, 1:43 am #15

It's the poetry unit in my Creative Writing class! Got some stuff to share from my midterm portfolio - all of these are shitty first drafts, but I still think that, with these five, I have some good things going on that I'd like to share just to get it out there into the world.
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1.
Seven headed Cerberus guarding gates of Hell
makes no sweetness
no fuss about our presence
nor does his hellhound pal.

We’ve been upstairs and all around and
found it crowded
so we fall down further
Tartarus takes us in hand

Over piles of furniture, bed sheets, clothes,
archways, pillows,
magma, floorboards
that creak to disturb the doze

Fallen angels, the same kind as you,
unburdened countess
disgraced, untethered,
laugh about each other too.

We find in the labyrinth our Elysium
cluttered with grass
and but one bed
to this precipice we have come.

We take in each other’s hands on our hearts
hushed whispers, laughs
careless words, I peel you open
and you begin to take yourself apart.

2.
How did I get here?
Why are you so near?
Have I had too much to drink,
poured all five shots down behavioral sinks
I really must be going soon
But your fingers, your delicate croon
Invites me to stay.

Is this alright?
Do I bring you any light?
Push me down onto the couch
This hollow room, you are no slouch
I was here once, Christmas Eve
prying eyes, I could not leave, I
Never came back until today

A cluttered table, is this rushed?
Tilted television, should I have blushed?
The kitchen is right over there
With the spirits, why, we tried to share
I poured myself out in some words
You needed none, you already heard
That things would wind up swinging this way

Did you like my piano tune?
Or did I make myself a loon?
The bicycle upon the wall
The guitar ajar could see it all
Two lost ones, torn apart
stitched together, leaking hearts?
when you kissed me, there was nothing left to-

-say.

3.
We weren’t ever here to see a picture.
We came in to admire the tile work.
We walked in to find an empty place.
We walked in to look at sinks and Johns
We strode in on horseback.
We gallivanted to make ourselves whole.
We jumped in and shut it behind us.
We locked the latch to keep ourselves in.
We didn’t look when we passed the mirror.
We already locked ourselves inside each other’s eyes.
We breathe as one, but never joined.
We came near, but stayed far.
We watched as we jumped over the chasm.
We looked back and saw our feet hadn’t
left
the ground.

You looked up and saw I wasn’t there yet.
I tried to get it to start.
You knew I was on the brink of jumping off,
I caw you in the air, I couldn’t join you
You dove far down, you dove deeper
I didn’t dare dip
my toes
in.

I open the door.
You run across the hall to clean
yourself
up.
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stealing traffic cones this is being alive
trains to nowhere this is being alive
knife fight bruises this is being alive
filing cabinet this is being alive
unused nomenclature this is being alive
parasites inside this is being alive

erasing myself this is being alive.

stealing more time this is being alive
watching paint dry in waiting rooms this is being alive
mud crusted tires screeching this is being alive
child crusaders this is being alive
failing systems this is being alive
lost souls packed and herded into train cars this is being alive
breathing this is being alive
plastics, chemicals, physics ruling everything this is being alive
Hesitation,
this is being alive

Delicate revolutionaries this is being alive
dodged responsibility this is being alive
dual regencies this is being alive
dr., dr., dr., Doctor, this is being
alive?
alive?
Is this being alive?

“I never loved you.”
this is being
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I love the word citrus right now
now, and then
the things that aren’t shared between times
limes and lemons and
blood orange.

San Pellegrino’s
fizzy blood orange soda drinks
simple, understated, sweet,
perfect for a bench
perfect for cherry blossoms
perfect for the girl
the girl I hadn’t
been able to
bring myself to
the point where I
don’t understate
how comfortable I feel
telling here that
there’s something I should have
told her a long
while ago.

We could share Blood Orange San Pellegrino’s
if I knew what they were
maybe then
she wouldn’t have said

“I love you too.”

I love the word citrus right now.
Now, and then.
But not the taste that comes with it.
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at the end of the evening
the ensemble decides
to play one of Coltrane’s more
“Free Jazz”
compositions. They do this
two times in two years for two versions
of myself

My first self is dominated by sound
saxophones swirls and tuba tones,
drum dynamics and trumpet moans,
a stampede of trombone, up a gear,
an upright bass, a flute’s soft cheer
a pink backdrop towards which peered eyes
glance
unending stares into the night
it still brings tears to the places I used to be able to see
clearly from.

An evening, a night crawl, a cemetery on legs
the dancing celebrations of the nearly dead
in search of watering holes, the highest heights,
to let the music’s last few notes last all through the night

A year goes by.
I anticipate to be blown away in the wind
Gaia under my feet
between my toes
the crumbling foundation on which I am built
torn to shreds by termites, aching for
one last symphony.

but the music
is the last thing on my mind

I see things clearly
I see the ocean wide
I gaze out across it and wish to hide

The light glistens off shining hot gold plating
and cascades through the air
but in the back of my eyes I see a jury
and behind them, I see a judge
the evidence presented my own memories
I am not on trial

I stumble outside fending off
the questions of two-bit afterthoughts
metalheads and skulkers who just came to see a show.

I write a small fragment and cast it off,
wait to find a ticket and catch the train
that left from the station
365 days ago.

The piece resolves in major.
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A pack of bones wrapped in tissue paper
when wet gives out and crumples inward
and the same am I right now
surely any minute now
there will be a wave
and then
nothing

Oh, I am not myself today!
I sit on the apex of an archway not daring
anywhere
go near
to it

Passing through is predetermined and
not my business to decide though
I already know what may lay
on the other side.

I am not myself today.
I have never been
And though it be as it may
I’ve always been made of tin.
~~~~~ Creativity's Burning Pyre ~~~~~
[+] Spoiler
- Violet Schmidt: "Well, sure, I guess I can try and help with that. Ever read Corpus Hermetica? It'll make understanding this easier." Memory-1, Facebook, Pregame-1, Pregame-2, Pregame-3

- Lucas Diaz: "I'd apologize, but I don't want to dig things up all over again, y'know?" Memory-1, Facebook, Pregame-1, Pregame-2

- Max Rudolph: "What the people need is a common banner under which to unite. It might not be what you want, but the fact of the matter is..." Facebook, Pregame-1, Pregame-2

- Liberty "Bert" Wren: "At eight? Let me see if that fits into my schedule. Been real busy lately." Facebook, Pregame-1
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/ - G051: Lili Williams: "Stop..." Memory-1, Pregame-1, Island-1, Island-2, Island-3, Island-4, Island-5, Island-6, Island-7, Island-8, Island-9, Island-10, Island-11, Island-12, Island-13, Island-14, Island-15, Island-16, Island-17, Island-18, Island-19.

/ - B043: Arthur Bernstein: "I...I'll...I'll..." Memory-1, Meanwhile-2, Island-1, Island-2, Island-3, Island-4, Island-5, Island-6, Island-7, Meanwhile-1
[+] Spoiler
- insert of lucky br8k!!!!!!!!
- insert of O.B. - white kid who is involved in politics and has divorced rich parents and issues with feeling emotions
- self-styled detective
- normie
- lou reed doing a gay voice
- insert of F.G.D. - black kid who wears a pizza hat and plays trumpet
- cute thing
- Darl from As I Lay Dying
- insert of A.B. my dorkass little brother who fancies himself a linguist and gets on my nerves
- good lives make bad stories
- insert of N.T. another floutist because I havent done one of those already
- hillbilly
- someone who doesnt "have a good time making allies" as an advantage
- pine barrens monster from the family that has a ghost butler
- David Foster Wallace
- furry
- myself again
- insert of K.D. a pianist and if you thought bert was smol, hohohohoho
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