Some poems and loose texts I'm proud of.

Welp, here's my latest poem, written as a dare for Rottenappel:

Argilita a dit : Looming vacancy Common ground Flowers bloom, I am bound To this room I wait for you As time goes by, Sometimes I feel blue I think I know why Dreaming things through, At times I give in Just lay on my chin As I linger on queue So close yet so far, I still feel your essence Even in your absence Like you're by my radar I feel like I'm drowning I feel like I'm falling, Let myself go Swaying so slow Within such numb condition Giving in to submission Part of me became attached Part of me became connected, If I lose you now I may have to bow Before an impending emptiness And my mind turning to blankness

Argilita a dit :

Welp, here's my latest poem, written as a dare for Rottenappel:

Argilita a dit :VoirMasquer Looming vacancy Common ground Flowers bloom, I am bound To this room I wait for you As time goes by, Sometimes I feel blue I think I know why Dreaming things through, At times I give in Just lay on my chin As I linger on queue So close yet so far, I still feel your essence Even in your absence Like you're by my radar I feel like I'm drowning I feel like I'm falling, Let myself go Swaying so slow Within such numb condition Giving in to submission Part of me became attached Part of me became connected, If I lose you now I may have to bow Before an impending emptiness And my mind turning to blankness

Clapping

Kleyneryt a dit :

Argilita a dit :VoirMasquer

Welp, here's my latest poem, written as a dare for Rottenappel:

Argilita a dit :VoirMasquer Looming vacancy Common ground Flowers bloom, I am bound To this room I wait for you As time goes by, Sometimes I feel blue I think I know why Dreaming things through, At times I give in Just lay on my chin As I linger on queue So close yet so far, I still feel your essence Even in your absence Like you're by my radar I feel like I'm drowning I feel like I'm falling, Let myself go Swaying so slow Within such numb condition Giving in to submission Part of me became attached Part of me became connected, If I lose you now I may have to bow Before an impending emptiness And my mind turning to blankness

Clapping

Haven't seen you in a long, long while. I missed you :)

Argilita a dit :

Kleyneryt a dit :VoirMasquer

Argilita a dit :VoirMasquer

Welp, here's my latest poem, written as a dare for Rottenappel:

Argilita a dit :VoirMasquer Looming vacancy Common ground Flowers bloom, I am bound To this room I wait for you As time goes by, Sometimes I feel blue I think I know why Dreaming things through, At times I give in Just lay on my chin As I linger on queue So close yet so far, I still feel your essence Even in your absence Like you're by my radar I feel like I'm drowning I feel like I'm falling, Let myself go Swaying so slow Within such numb condition Giving in to submission Part of me became attached Part of me became connected, If I lose you now I may have to bow Before an impending emptiness And my mind turning to blankness

Clapping

Haven't seen you in a long, long while. I missed you :)

I also felt
text me when you want to talk.

I'm waiting.

Wrote this when Argi was bragging about her chest. It's on "I'm a barbie girl".

Rottenappel a dit :

I'M A BOOBIEGURL
IN MY BRA-FREE WUUURLD
THEY'RE FROM PLASTIC
STILL FANTASTIC
I FLASH THEM EVERYWHERE
EVEN TO COPS I DON'T CAAAAARE
NUDIST TEMPTATION
CLOTHES ARE MY FRUSTRATION

A product of my imagination, result from an experiment ran by Rottenappel:

SpoilerObligation Complete The world is no longer what it used to be. Things have radically changed, we can barely live no more. Danger lurks in every corner, take one wrong step and you're done for. These other-worldy tormenting creatures have taken over what was once ours, obliterating everything in their path, slaughtering any living thing passing by. The air we breathe isn't salubrious either. We need gas masks to survive, and if any idiot takes theirs off and attempts to have a whiff of this poisonous air, their lungs will completely burn, spreading that blazing sensation throughout their entire system, ultimately killing them. The situation has gotten out of hand. The idea of having alien life living by our sides doesn't sound so "marvelous" today. I wouldn't have done what I did had I known this would happen. Now I carry this monumental guilt for opening our gates to these heartless, merciless beings, who want nothing more than to make us their slaves, assassinating any who dare oppose their will. I was the head of it all. I was the one who primarily made our world crumble... There's gotta be a way out. It's no use. I've tried joining forces with the last of our race, yet they refuse. They no longer see me as one of their own. I'm no longer seen as human, for a true human being would never betray their very nation, especially not how I did. I'm all alone then. If I can't save others, then maybe I can still save myself. I'm running out of time, but I can't afford to lose any further seconds wallowing in my grief and ire, as every single one of them is crucial. If I was able to open a portal for these creatures to get in, I can open another for me to get out. I gotta reach the head office, I'm on the run, I can't back down right now. As with every other building, this one is falling apart as well. There's fire in every corner, ceilings collapsing, but I ought to push forward, I'm certain I can make it in time. This ol' body of mine can't physically take much more, but my faith is not destroyed. This is it, this is where I'm set free from the wreckage I've made. Just a matter of putting the right codes in and I'll be sent to outer space, to a new world where I can start over and make it right. Wait, something is off... WHAT THE- Why are all the sirens going off?! The whole program is going crazy! Oh no... they're here, aren't they? They hijacked the system, THEY TOOK CONTROL OF EVERYTHING! There's no way I can escape now, they'll be right on top of me in a few moments. No, I won't let them have their way, not anymore. I will fight back this time. I have something that can destroy all of them, I WILL ERASE THEM FROM EXISTENCE MYSELF. I can see you, you thought you all had the upper-hand, huh? Not this time, it's over. SURRENDER, BOW BEFORE ME, SAY YOUR LAST WORDS. AS SOON AS I PRESS THIS BUTTON YOU'RE GONNA BE SUCKED INTO THE VOID AND BE SHREDDED TO PIECES. THIS MIGHT BE THE END FOR ME AS WELL, BUT YOU'RE COMING DOWN WITH ME, ALL OF YOU REMORSELESS ROTTEN PRICKS. HASTA LA VISTA, ASSHOLES! A click sounds in the distance. Soon, the world is engulfed by a potent white light, everything we once knew ceasing to exist. It's finally over. I did it. My mind still lives on, among the nothingness I made everything become. Thus, my duty was served. I may finally shut down.

From another experiment with similar conditions:

SpoilerRole Reversal Here I lay in nothing. No light, no darkness; just void, an abyss of nullity. There's no sense of time nor space. Again; blankness, oblivion. Things must change. I, must change. After all, I hold the power to create and destroy whatever I pleasure, whatever I desire. If I wish to create a world, a solar system, perhaps even a galaxy; anything, just to watch it burn, be wrecked with havoc from all sides, then so be it. Yet I'm sick of watching the same outcome over and over. It's not like I need to lay my finger on things for them to collapse by themselves anyway. The same cycles over and over, producing the same, ultimately devastating results. It became boring. Sure life itself, at least the one I created in the past, always had the desire to be on top, shattering anything in its path, its own kind even, to reach the summit of the chain; still, there weren't many external pressures to make them do so. What if... what if I create something more... organised? Everything already destined to be what it is, every being working for the same goals without competition; a hive mind. Progress will be much easier to achieve, with no outer coercion; harmony, at last. Huh. Can't seem to have ever tried something like this before. Let's give it a shot, shall we? Of course life needs a platform to exist in, I won't simply let it be carried away in this blankness. A small little planet just for it is now being made, revolving around its own little star. The rest of the matter will be some fragments left at the mercy of this system, also spinning about, whatever is made of it. Now some more basics: a mindset for this so called "life". Nothing too complicated, a simple urge to work together towards a same goal should do. I'll be kind enough to let it decide by itself what to do. And now they pop into existence. These creatures, all looking the same, nothing too special about them, nothing "remarkable". I'm curious what they'll make of their surroundings. Just as I thought. Building a civilization bit by bit. Can't say I'm surprised; their advances have been quite fast as well, if I may say so. Everything working so smoothly, so... perfectly. Relaxing to watch, to say the least. Hmm? Now what is this that I'm seeing? A deviant? One of the creatures refusing to conform to such implemented mentality; pathetic. I believe I have no need to be too worked up about it, however; that abnormality will soon meet its doom, whether inflicted by itself or by others. Huh? It's... "converting" the others? What in the hell is this? Still, what am I afraid of, I ask myself. I am unreachable. I am their creator. If they, perchance, attempt anything that might prejudice my... "existence", I still hold the power to obliterate them in a blink of an eye. This seems off... why am I suddenly afraid of that possibility? It's not like they'd ever be able to reach me, is it? Do they even think they were the product of a higher author, a "god", maybe? That can't be possible, no. Intriguing. That one little prick was able to convert the majority of its race. And now they're... Wait, what?! How is this...? Wait wait wait wait... they can SEE me? No, it can't be... I must be dreaming, this is NOT how it's supposed to work. I can suddenly feel things as well, I see them... I see them, and they're coming towards me! They're not happy. Not one bit. I have to get out of here, my own creation is turning against me. My own generation is rebelling against its creator, THEIR REASON TO EXIST. There's nowhere to run... there's nowhere to escape... Oh how I regret playing as the "almighty deity of existence", watching every single thing I once made be born just to be annihilated moments later, while I did nothing to prevent it. I will accept my fate, nonetheless. It is my turn to become the emptiness I used to make things fall down to and be born out of. My turn to cease to exist. Let them tear me apart, let them erase me. Thus I became... nothing. Solely void.

I wrote 1 story series so far and I'm currently making the comic series Randomizer.

I'm writing a story, but I'm heavily delaying on it because I don't know what I really want to make it about. There's only one paragraph in it so far...

Allow me to ruin your mood. This was written on a song provided to me by Fetherqueen.

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Allow me to ruin your mood. This was written on a song provided to me by Fetherqueen.

Spoiler

Rottenappel a dit :VoirMasquer

It was dark in the hospital. The only light came from the cheap ceilinglights, struggling to stay alight. A hooded figure makes their way to the door, with certain, dedicated steps, and plastic tubes and wires rattling from underneath the hood . Upon pushing the doors open, they saw that the world around the old hospital was covered in the whitest of snow. It only seemed like yesterday that the cherrytrees had blossoms, the wind carried the pleasing smell of tulips dancing in the sun, the water calmingly streamed in the creeks. Now winter has hidden it under its majestic snow. The hooded figure took their hood off, showing that it was just a girl with her skin as white as the snow that came down from the skies, touching her soft skin. She looked up and closed her eyes, feeling the icy flakes kiss her, only to melt and run down her cheeks like tears, crying for not being able to stay longer. She smiled. She was happy... and collapsed. The last thing she heard was the panicking shouts of the doctors running to her... and saw her dead parents smiling from behind them. "Hello mommy and daddy", she whispered weakly. "I missed you..."

That's a pretty cool story you've got there

I am bad at poems
I am alone
I will just wave
Microwave
Microphone
Poets

This disgrace I made because of something I'm currently going through:

SpoilerForfeit moment I am lost My heart is broken It was tossed Ere I'd even spoken I am unsure He leads me on I need a cure Before he's gone Why does he play me Why does he stray me If none is his wish Why do I need him Why do I plead him If I know he's a bish