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I really like your insomniac poems
-Cinnamon, a few minutes ago.
Well, me too!
Insomniac Poem v3
It's that time again where I'm up too late,
Tonight I had work to complete.
But now I'm done so here's my debate:
Stay online or go to sleep?
It might be quite the obvious question,
and yet I find myself quite lost.
Sleep is always the suggestion,
and staying lucid comes with a cost.
So why am I so unable
to drop my head and close my eyes?
The issue I find on the table
is the presence of this here screen.
I love existing on the Shard,
I'd love to all the time.
But it does make it very hard
to reach that restfulness sublime.
So goodnight to all,
goodnight to screen.
Goodnight to friends and hello to dreams.
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Welcome back to the show,
Nobody knows
Where the story will goThought I could beat it but no,
Oh, no,
Things don't get better, you know.Now I'm in the after hours,
Lost all of my staying power
Entropy will soon devour
All you know...Won't you stay for one more minute?
Made a story, I'm lost in it.
If I go, I'll never know
But I have hit the limit.Think I'll be saying goodbye,
One last time.
Don't say that it's just worth a try.Maybe it's all just a lie.
Maybe this time,
But always much realer than I.Maybe I'll feel better soon-ish.
Is it worth a bitter finish?
Do returns always diminish?
Maybe so...Welcome to the final chapter
of a bitter mayhem called a life.
Suffering in quiet laughter,
Sorrow you could cut through with a knife.Wrote this last night. I guess I'll post it.
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Don't think so...
Glad you liked it.
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Mkay. Well if you do, let me know. It was awesome writing.
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Thanks.
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Hello. I imagine you would like to read a story, so I'll make this quick.
I have spent the last two dozen years researching the events of this book. My investigation began on the subject of the Erasure. I know that most still think it a far-fetched conspiracy theory. I thought the same, when I began. But I figured I'd take a closer look, for the sake of history and psychology. What I found was rather shocking.
The Erasure is real. It happened. Certainly many if not all of the theorized details were incorrect, but the core assertion was not. I began tracking what I could, uncovering hints and further questions about its nature. Finally, I found the journals.
This book, this story, is meant to be an easily digested account of my discoveries. Many thanks to my friend Kris for helping me make it legible.
I know that this is unlikely to convince many of the truth that I have found, but I need to try. There is more to the world we live in than we could have ever imagined. This is what I have learned so far.
Weird opening idea for a book I had.
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There is
Something in here
And it's
A little confusing
And a
Little bit scary
And a
Little bemusing.
And I'll
Try to fight it,
Like I
Said I would,
But it's
More a question
Of if
I really could.
And this
Little poem
Would be
Like a song
If it
Weren't so bad
And it
Weren't so wrong
To sing.
So, this is my song at the end of the world, it's
Not very long, not quite right, but it's passable, and
If the wrong kind of choice is where I choose to go, then
This is my song at the end of the world.
This is probably the weirdest thing I've written. Thoughts, feedback?
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Words can be incredibly inadequate sometimes. I can definitely feel a bit of a somber mood, and the vagueness helps to show that there’s something wrong without saying what it is.
And whatever is going on, keep going. I’m not the best and helping, but hold on, and someday it will get better.
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I have talked about it more explicitly, but it's getting tiring.
Thank you, though.
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It does get tiring. If you have a way to get out of your head, try that. Get outside, run, breathe.
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Check out if interested
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Going on though*
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I have not
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Basically, there is a grid of codenames for "agents", some of which belong to red team, some of which belong to blue team, some of which are neutral, and one of which is an assassin. The spymasters (me and Doomstick in this round) give hints about which codenames belong to their team, trying to give a hint that refers to as many of theirs as possible without referring to anything else on the board. The rest of the team works together to discuss and guess. First team to find all of their agents wins. Or if the team chooses the assassin, they lose. It's a real life card game, but this version uses Cosmere terms from the wiki.
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*taps on notebook*
I must say, I'm seeing a lot of SUs. That's alright, but... yes, a severe deficiency in RP.
*frowns*
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So you know how depression is a thing?
I am more than aware. I'm not blaming anyone. I just like RP
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I'm just saying that I've been incapable of writing for awhile. If and when that subsides I shall indeed return to my favorite pasttime.
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If you ever want to talk, I'm open to it. Can't say how helpful I'll be, but I'll try.
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EMERGENCY UPDATE:
There is someone next to me at my school library reading a Brando Sando book, I think from the Skyward series. So... potential Sanderson fan in my vicinity!
What do I do?
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*blinks* did I hear you right? You’ve requested more of my work??
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It's fun to read and give feedback on
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*bes happy*
Kay, I’ll add that to my agenda. I keep getting distracted with side projects (funny cuz HS is a side project) but I’ll try to finish another scene. Hehe. Eventually.
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A little passage from a game.
And while he thought it all very odd and wondered if this voice spoke to all people in their dreams, the truth was that of course this was not a dream. How could it be?
Was Stanley simply deceiving himself? Believing that if he's asleep he doesn't have to take responsibility for himself?
Stanley is as awake right now as he's ever been in his life.
...
He would prove it. He would prove that he was in control, that this was a dream.
So he closed his eyes gently, and he invited himself to wake up. He felt the cool weight of the blanket on his skin, the press of the mattress on his back,
the fresh air of a world outside this one. Let me wake up, he thought to himself.
I'm through with this dream, I wish it to be over. Let me go back to my job, let me continue pushing the buttons, please, it's all I want.
I want my apartment, and my wife, and my job. All I want is my life exactly the way it's always been.
My life is normal, I am normal. Everything will be fine.
I am okay.
Stanley began screaming. Please someone wake me up! My name is Stanley! I have a boss! I have an office! I am real!
Please just someone tell me I'm real! I must be real! I must be! Can anyone hear my voice?! Who am I? Who am I?!
And everything went black.
THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END
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I think I've started to give up.
Annoyingly, that doesn't make me not care about things.
Well, well,
Look who's inside again.
Went out to look for
A reason to hide again.
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Archivist, we're here for you. You can make it through it, friend!
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well that sucks
care for some anime recommendations?
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care for some anime recommendations?
Don't watch it, nor do I really have a way to.
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Insomniac poem v2
I wonder why I cannot sleep
And then I realize:
I'm listening to Warbreaker
So it's not a surprise.
Perhaps I should stop listening,
Sink down and close my eyes.
Yet as I climb the plotline slope
To continue, I decide
Insomniac poem: limerick edition
The thoughts racing through my head,
Lore thought up in my bed.
Frankly, I'm certain
That I ought to close curtains
But my mind demands to be fed.
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a little poem
So it's over.
The year is winding down.
You can rest.
Make a smile from that frown,
Wish for the best.
It may not have been the greatest year
But it wasn't quite the worst.
Now you've got nothing left to fear,
The bubble's not yet burst.
No regrets, well,
Maybe a few.
It's hard to tell,
Maybe one or two.
Maybe four or five,
Maybe a hundred.
You tried to strive
But you floundered.
It's fine, it doesn't matter now.
Just tell yourself:
It'll be better next time,
You can improve.
It might've been worse than last time,
But this time you'll prove
You're getting better,
Picking up.
Don't stay tied down,
You should erupt.
You tried last time,
But now, you see,
You'll do it!
Or, maybe...
It won't be better next time, 'cause
Life will be hard.
Why would the future change it?
The future's just another present past the present.
Hey now, look! We're opening presents!
First it's Christmas, then it's New Year's,
And I'll be here, crying new tears.
We raise our glasses to the sky,
But what happens when the sky starts falling down?
Will it be better next time?
I don't really know.
Probably not, but hey, I've
Still got a while to go.
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based off of my current mental state
Sometimes I sit and wonder where
it all began to fall.
Sometimes I sit and wonder if
I'll make it through it all.
It the past few years I've seen
my life go down a hill
that I never quite expected.
Know how I lost, I never will.
Did it happen when someone
who I loved dearly died?
Did it happen when disease
forced us to sit and hide?
Or regardless of those things,
was I headed down this road?
Will I lose my mind, or somehow find
a way to shake the hold?
I thought I'd fly, my wings are clipped,
and I don't understand
why when I know that I could take a leap,
my mind won't let me stand.
Is this my fault? It's hard to say.
I hope not, but either way.
I'm sitting slouched back in my bed,
fitful thoughts storm through my head.
Am I stressed? Yes. Depressed?
Maybe, won't you take a guess?
I can't seem to talk to friends,
I just sit there 'till it ends.
Maybe someday when I stop,
I'll never ever start again.
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Afternoon.
On a scale from one to ten, how would you rate your day?
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That's very good, Wizzy
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Thank you all for participating in the survey.
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Yes ofc Mr. Archie!
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An insomiac poem:
The Aspiring Archivist stays up too late.
He lies on his bed in a heap.
He's got nothing to do but lots on his plate.
He's certainly lacking in sleep.
He could be doing so many things,
But instead he just sits here a types.
Waiting for comfort that gentle sleep brings,
While pointlessly passing the night.
Unless you do live quite far away,
You ought to be sleeping as well.
Soon I'll retire until comes the day,
So here is my night's farewell.
Good night.
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Been a while since I did one of these. BUT COOL NEWS!
I GOT THE MISTBORN CARD DECK! IT HAS ARRIVED! IT IS GREAT!
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OMG PRETTYYYY
You know those heart eyes cartoon characters get? Those are my eyes right now.
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OoOOOOOOoooOOOOOOOoooooOOOOOOO
*inhales*
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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Do any of you remember the kitten I showed off a while back? In case you don't here's a reminder. My brother heard her crying outside at like 3 in the morning. Here are some pictures, then:
Spoilerand now (we may or may not have ended up keeping her):
Her name is Spinby, which is the result of my brother's sleep deprived nature at the time.
Anyway, like a month later, we found a SECOND kitten outside, probably form the same litter.
He was a lot more feral, but still okay and has gotten better. We found a home for him. My brother named him Jubilee after the Lovejoy song "Jubilee Line."
Finally, less than a week ago, my brother found ANOTHER kitten outside, smaller than the other two. We are fostering him until he's big enough to be moved out and adopted.
My brother named this one Firefly, after the show called "Firefly" he was watching at the time. Good show, by the way.
Well, that's about everything interesting that's happened in this household as of late.
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I can’t decide if that sounds like paradise or Hades.
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It's pretty nice. Though in not too long we'll just have 4.
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GAHHHH THEY'RE ADORABLE
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Do you ever have a moment where you suddenly feel like you're going to cry and you don't know why?
Is that a thing with an explanation?
It's distance over time. An unseen velocity manifest in a world of solemn, depressive stillness.
I wonder where I'm going. I hope it doesn't mean I'll have to say goodbye.
We know much of the structure of our grand universe, but so little of what lies beneath our feet.
Only fragments, an obfuscated catalogue of the past to be reconstructed with clues and guesswork.
When I become a piece of the Earth again, chances are no one will find me.
Perhaps some of the carbon will be released into the atmosphere, and later a part of a new living thing.
I'd like to think that some part of me will live on through that, but I will be forgotten. Unattainable history.
There is far too much chaos to look backwards or forwards.
Identity is a losing game.
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I'll see you when I see you.
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Do you ever start to count
to see how far you'll go?
Do you ever use a word
whose meaning you don't know?
Do you ever hold your breath
much past the point it hurts?
If you wrote a poem,
would you write another verse?
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Hm... I'm thinking maybe for 4000 posts I might do a poetry thing on the Creator's Corner. I know most people do prose writing but I have a hard time committing to that kind of thing.
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I love this : )
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@The Aspiring Archivist The meter is pleasantly playful, pulling you along nicely--which makes the abrupt cutoff all the more effective. The whole thing is simply well-composed.
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Does anyone else know that feeling, when you want to do something and you have the time to do it, but you just don't? Or, really, can't? It's like an invisible wall. I should be able to do these things, easily. This should all have been over a week ago.
It's so much worse than I expected. This week has worn me down, too. I'm exhausted. I can't even try to break the wall, because I can hardly move. I don't think I can fix this. Anything that might change is going to come too late.
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I hate burnout.
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Oh, I know that feeling too well.
Happens often. Too often.
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Annoyingly, this isn't even a thing that's just happening right now. It's worse at the moment, but it's kind of always like this.