im not that good at writing poetry but i need more things on the website
unlandscapes | sensory nightmare | silly segments
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each letter you write
is one step closer
through that abandoned mall
taken over by a force greater than you
there is no light
there is no backup generator
you aren't supposed to drown in oil
so why can't you breathe?
i like to use all of the colors in my pallete
because
in my life, over time
i became colorblind
so now
just so you know
how i feel
i will use all the colors to paint in shades of gray
a chip in a mug
a thread in a rug
a dent in the floor
a squeaky hinge on a door
why do you focus on the missing piece?
run.
look up
what do you see?
sky
clouds
the sun?
blue?
it's a celing
you're staring at a celing
my code doesn't compile
every time my mind tries to run
i get an error
i can't get around it
can you debug me?
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isn't this intensely artificial?
just a mixed fantasy
don't be blue,
it was the fault of not an individual
but we were a flavor of immensely problematic
i'll let you chew on that for a while.
a rainbow of activity
grabs your attention
pulls you closer
and drags you down
down, down
you close your eyes, waiting for the ground to hit you
you can already imagine the feeling
it distorts in your head, twisting, weaving
feeling like shards of rocks piercing your body
blades of grass growing out of you
but in the end-
Their energy consumes you
Your thoughts will forget who they belong to
Your throat will constrict
So that you think you're sick
And then everything will come to a close
Like a riverbed whose river washed away
Like a tree with a leaf dangling from its twig
Like a student studying at midnight in a classroom
Like a board game without its pieces
Like the taste of candy swallowed long ago
Like the feeling of your scarf
Like the look you used to give me
Like the time we used to spend
Like the future we dreamt of
Like the dates we went on
Like the days and nights I spent thinking about you
All I can see are the remnants.
Heat pools in your eyes
All you can see is the light
It trickles down into your brain
Lower, it's in your spine now
It leaves its imprint
Right across your eyes
Everyone can see what you've done
Your mind tells you to stop
But you do it again
Your vision scars over
You blink
Blink
Blink
But now all you can see is what you did to yourself
There's nobody to blame
But you
"Fun," she said, her cheeks as red as an apple.
Her love for the precocious man had grown deeply
as she spent more time with him. Everything about
him, his gossamer touch, his diaphonous hair that
almost glowed, and his inchoate view of the world,
was unique to only him.
Every thought in her mind was a non sequitur when
she felt his presence. The world became blurry and
the crowd around her moved slow.
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One day, without explanation, something changed.
At first it was a big spectacle, students unable to focus at school,
rushing to the windows to look up at it. Scientists were panicking
at the unknown phenomenon, their studies and data unable to explain
why this suddenly occurred.
Different ideological groups formed. Some believed that the occurence
was a punishment. Others believed that under any circumstance, people
should not look at it. Most people gave it a nonchalant "That's
interesting" and moved on with their lives.
After a while, life simmered down. Children were taught the same,
except for one minor fact. One could date a photo based on the
background. Was this photo taken before the change?
The event faded into obscurity, and people were over it. Young
generations never knew a time before the change.
The sky is purple, and that's okay.
Those who have looked up have reported the following symptoms:
1. Internal temperature decreases by a range of two to five
degrees. However, no symptoms of hypothermia have been reported
At this stage, the afflicted often have no knowledge of their
illness.
2. Sclera will darken, turning a deep maroon. Healthcare
professionals often confuse this stage with a varation of
eye bleeding.
3. Loss of vision. This loss of vision is unlike the usual
blurriness or darkness in that the afflicted report seeing only
a deep warbling purple.
4. Change in motor function. These symptoms vary based on the
lifestyle of the afflicted, but often patients will become
violent and need to be restrained.
5. Hallucinations. Don't look up.
Scientists denote the final stage as the "Wandering Stage", where the
afflicted will walk without purpose with no direction, often colliding
with one another.
At this stage, it is unclear how much cognitive decay the afflicted
has undergone. They often present with a wide smile, with multiple
patients stating that they're "happy to have seen such a beautiful
purple sky".
It is advised to stay away from patients at this stage, as they will
often attempt to coerce any healthy bystanders into looking at the
sky.
They will use force if necessary.
Eventually, though, the afflicted at this stage will die, due to
starvation, dehydration, hypothermia, or, in rare cases, blunt
force trauma.
Until the afflicted population has decreased due to mass elimination,
stay indoors, lock your doors and windows, and if anyone tells you to
look up:
Don't look up.
It was crystal clear to him.
He simply couldn't be happy. he wasn't even supposed to exist.
He was the product of terrible monsters, and so he would
inevitably be one to.
Crystal clear.
He stared into the cold water. It was usually crystal clear,
but in the darkness it looked like an endless deep pit.
Angela made a pool in the new house, but she never taught him
how to swim. He never learned.
Everything was crystal clear to him.
He deserved to slip into that water, thats what Angela thought
as well.
He takes off his shoes and socks, dipping his toes into the void
beneath him.
His eyes were like perfect bright orange crystals.
No, that's a cliche. Tobias would call him cringy for that.
Tobias was like a crystal.
Yeah, unlike everyone else in Will's life, Tobias was transparent.
He was honest.
He wanted Will to be honest.
Tobias was beautiful. There was something indescribable about the
way he looked. And not just his looks, but his personality. Like a
crystal, it was colorful and reflective.
He was refined, polished. Will knew that Tobias hadn't always been
good, necessarily. But he was making an effort to be better. To
do better.
Tobias was everything that Will simply wasn't.
Will lies constantly. His lies have piled up to the point where he
doesn't even know what is true anymore.
Tobias barely knows anything about Will. He doesn't know the reasons
why Will was irredeemable.
Will wasn't beautiful. Every time he looks in the mirror, he could
see every flaw in his apperance. Cracked and broken. That's his
personality.
Will could never change. After all the layers of flaws and
disgustingness, there was nothing left to polish.
Tobias is a crystal. Will is not.
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