Through the Living Questio he/him Posted May 22, 2024 Posted May 22, 2024 (edited) I write things. I occasionally draw things. Here’s a poem (that I’m actually proud of) from a Creative Writing Assignment: Spoiler If you have a calculator A car A train A Skateboard Vehicles of various powers Sunglasses Bracelets Earrings Accessories for others A Pipe cleaner An anomaly Like me in a way Different from others Uncaring despite that I like people I don’t like others That’s how humans are, But Pipe cleaners? They don’t worry What people think Of them When they’re bent And twisted Cut in half And Frayed At their worst, They don’t care What people say About them When they’re Cut in half and frayed Twisted and Bent People should be More like Pipe Cleaners Then again Pipe Cleaners Don’t care about Those around them Unless they’re twisted around them Securing them Holding them together Holding them up But they cannot Support others at range, While humans can But Humans can also hurt Close and long range It is our most developed skill The crafting of weaponry Hurting others is not just physical but mental Deriding Insulting Name-calling Shaming All ways to hurt others If we could be More like Pipe cleaners If we could stop hurting others And support only those near us The world Would be different Better And maybe Some would stop feeling Like Anomalies Hope you guys like it Edited May 22, 2024 by WhyEverNot_8 Yes I know the title has nothing to do with it. I do that sometimes :P 6
Edema Rue she/her Posted May 22, 2024 Posted May 22, 2024 23 minutes ago, WhyEverNot_8 said: I write things. I occasionally draw things. Here’s a poem (that I’m actually proud of) from a Creative Writing Assignment: Reveal hidden contents If you have a calculator A car A train A Skateboard Vehicles of various powers Sunglasses Bracelets Earrings Accessories for others A Pipe cleaner An anomaly Like me in a way Different from others Uncaring despite that I like people I don’t like others That’s how humans are, But Pipe cleaners? They don’t worry What people think Of them When they’re bent And twisted Cut in half And Frayed At their worst, They don’t care What people say About them When they’re Cut in half and frayed Twisted and Bent People should be More like Pipe Cleaners Then again Pipe Cleaners Don’t care about Those around them Unless they’re twisted around them Securing them Holding them together Holding them up But they cannot Support others at range, While humans can But Humans can also hurt Close and long range It is our most developed skill The crafting of weaponry Hurting others is not just physical but mental Deriding Insulting Name-calling Shaming All ways to hurt others If we could be More like Pipe cleaners If we could stop hurting others And support only those near us The world Would be different Better And maybe Some would stop feeling Like Anomalies Hope you guys like it Awww, that’s really sweet, I like it! Spoiler 3
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted May 22, 2024 Posted May 22, 2024 2 hours ago, WhyEverNot_8 said: I write things. I occasionally draw things. Here’s a poem (that I’m actually proud of) from a Creative Writing Assignment: Hide contents If you have a calculator A car A train A Skateboard Vehicles of various powers Sunglasses Bracelets Earrings Accessories for others A Pipe cleaner An anomaly Like me in a way Different from others Uncaring despite that I like people I don’t like others That’s how humans are, But Pipe cleaners? They don’t worry What people think Of them When they’re bent And twisted Cut in half And Frayed At their worst, They don’t care What people say About them When they’re Cut in half and frayed Twisted and Bent People should be More like Pipe Cleaners Then again Pipe Cleaners Don’t care about Those around them Unless they’re twisted around them Securing them Holding them together Holding them up But they cannot Support others at range, While humans can But Humans can also hurt Close and long range It is our most developed skill The crafting of weaponry Hurting others is not just physical but mental Deriding Insulting Name-calling Shaming All ways to hurt others If we could be More like Pipe cleaners If we could stop hurting others And support only those near us The world Would be different Better And maybe Some would stop feeling Like Anomalies Hope you guys like it Ohhhh Why, that's amazing! 2
Through the Living Questio he/him Posted May 22, 2024 Author Posted May 22, 2024 Thanks guys I’ll find more stuff that I’ve made!
Through the Living Questio he/him Posted September 3, 2024 Author Posted September 3, 2024 (edited) Ok it’s been a while but I have a painting that I did at Painting With A Twist If it looks a bit bad, back up a bit from your device lol (Also the inspiration photo is in the right, but I was ordered to not make the same thing or the instructor would be disappointed) Edited September 3, 2024 by WhyEverNot_8
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted September 3, 2024 Posted September 3, 2024 36 minutes ago, WhyEverNot_8 said: Ok it’s been a while but I have a painting that I did at Painting With A Twist If it looks a bit bad, back up a bit from your device lol (Also the inspiration photo is in the right, but I was ordered to not make the same thing or the instructor would be disappointed) Heyyy that's really good! Nice
Through the Living Questio he/him Posted September 4, 2024 Author Posted September 4, 2024 On 9/3/2024 at 10:18 AM, Through The Living Glass said: Heyyy that's really good! Nice Thanks!
Through the Living Questio he/him Posted July 7, 2025 Author Posted July 7, 2025 It’s been a while but I’ve been… not doing particularly well. (See the Mental Health Club! for more info on that) but I was writing some things, and here’s one of them (A bit edited because I don’t remember all of it) Spoiler I find too often that I am a bucket. The bucket helps people, and some take care of it. Then it may become someone’s favorite bucket. They may use the bucket every day, much to the bucket’s delight. Not that the bucket enjoys being used, but it enjoys helping others. But eventually, the person may find a new, shinier bucket. One without the flaws that the old bucket had. No longer do they have to worry about the dent on the side, the one they would lazily trace as they watched the sky, the water, the trees. No longer is there the spur on the rim that they would pick at when bored. No longer is there that small crack in the bottom that they had made their personal mission to fix. No, they see this new, shinier bucket, and it has a larger capacity, rust-proofing, and a better handle, without all the flaws. So they discard the old bucket, leaving it to rust in the rain, no longer taken care of. Holes rust in the bottom, and it ceases to be much of a bucket. Maybe one day, someone picks up the bucket, not seeing the holes, and tries to use it. But the holes drain the water faster than they can fill it up. So, they discard it as well. The bucket sits in the rain, rusting more, getting dented by the things around it, until finally, it ceases to be a bucket. Too often now I feel that I am like an old bucket. There’s other stuff, and I’ll probably share it later.
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