noodeldidoodel

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Imagine Apollo doing the i like big boys TikTok trend but instead of people there are just plants lmao

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A never ending conflict

Like a never ending story 

just keeps going on 

An endless worry 

A useless line drawn 

Just Imagination 

Always our fault 

Anyone has a dictation 

Like our destiny is assault 

A never ending pushing guilt 

A person can be everything 

Look what we build 

 all crashes down 

Along a word which meaning is long forgotten 

 the blood that soaks our hands 

conceive the things we haven't  even done 

Your destiny is leading our path to become 

you may blame 

but  we must bear

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I started this about a week after we got the news, but life kinda got in the way and now I don't think this is ever getting finished, so I figured I'd post this before the new year (on my end lol)

So, this is super late, but Techno, I found your channel in 2020, not long after I lost my grandad, so thank you for making me laugh during a time when it was difficult to find reason to.

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I am a Ghost

I am a Ghost

The one that's awake

I am not alive

cause I don't exist

No one believes

in your mind

I am not dead either

till your mouth opens

I am not a Ghost

I am your nightmare

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the dsmp as a stage play would be like- tommy looking tiny standing alone at center stage, but when wilbur is there his words and gestures and pacing takes up so much space. the blocking is always overlapping, especially when a lot of characters are in a scene, but techno always faces the audience, and he grins at us and smiles, holding his fingers to his lips. as wilbur’s monologues turn to soliloquies, and eventually everything he says is in some way begging the audience for help, tommy asks who he’s talking to. he has no answer. it’s tommy gasping for breath, littering the stage with his blood as he teeters around, wilbur rushing to his side, dream demanding mellohi while wilbur’s pulls the arrow from tommy’s chest. the stage lights go up, the stage lights go down, the microphone schlatt uses for speeches is too loud and full of feedback, tubbos shrieks from inside the box, niki and jack disappearing into the audience. an empty stage save for wilbur’s body surrounded by rubble.

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Someone once said that my poems are too metaphoric so imma give you the most metaphorical Poem you ever saw and that is forged out of the spite ur mom gave me:

the distance

the gas of a breath

I watch afar

the point at my head

dead yet not rotten

the pollution of the water

the blood

forge the sword

it never rains yet we are soaked  in poison

its cold momma