#self referential

The Dark Night, QUOTUS

CROLLA

A poem about the power of pretense. Playing around a bit with this one, trying a style I haven’t worked with before. Any feedback welcome. I like it, but do you? Thin Air Lately I‘ve been feeling down talked to no one, on my own I ponder that which I’ve been shown lately, all that I had known Blown apart: My dream could die Build my castle In the sky I was told it would break down Blowing bubbles play with foam But see: This is the Home I‘ve grown See, some rules do not apply I have built a ladder high Steps from all the seeds I‘ve sown made of thin air, bubbles blown I left behind my comfort zone No longer am I, am I shy Lately I have closed my eye Empty, empty to the bone I rest my head on words of stone Lean into my airy throne And pillows sewn of tears now dry. Sometimes still I wonder why I built a castle out of tone of words that are to failure prone Still, I call these walls my own Come on in, I‘m so alone I long for something words can’t buy. . . . Now that you‘ve seen my castle, tell me: Did you like it? I built it all for you. Love, Lemma D. Prime

this story then goes viral, thus turning into a creepypasta what's more is that the pasta always seems to look a little creepy when photographed lo and behold, we have the creepy creepypasta pasta

I'm not a big fan of that time @nonameidk1 asked @nonameidk1 what @nonameidk1 thought of @nonameidk1 and then replied saying they aren't a big fan of @nonameidk1 asking @nonameidk1 that question before proceeding to say how unoriginal and boring it is. I think this because of how unoriginal and boring it is.