Maybe Ill Just End My Sentences With An Asterisk Instead Of A Period Because I Always Feel The Need To

Each of my hundred of failed attempts to write a story is actually a lesson in motivation, a lesson in mistakes. My art grows with me. And the reason i have so much growing to do is because of all the places I wanna go. I have a lifetime to figure this out.

Quiet sadness

I cant ...

Wind is out of me

Love is a sucker punch

That kills me

Being too self aware isnt great

I overthink everything. Sometimes it makes me sound smarter, most of the time im miserable from it.

I prefer when things just come to me

When I can just exist

But im addicted to this

My face reflects

My phone screen

Flat

Fading

Ive never really lived at all

A ghost of god on the awnsering machine

Dialed in, wired

Enter a network

Of words, wallowing and weeping

For all

Literate nonsense

A light on a cave

A theater

A soundstage

Im acting out my life and im a C lister

But im trying at least

Nobodies watching

Im alone, depressed, loneley.

The feeling isnt darkness though

The screen is on now

Blues, purples, particles of pink waves...

Im laying down

Lulling out words

Slurring out nerves

My lips curl, caressing

Confessions undressing

From myself

I take off my clothes, im not in them

Somethings buzzing

The screen goes black

Skyrim glitches for the 1000th time

Its gone.

Un

Like my hearts beating there

I put my hands to my ears

In silent noise

The rumble of muscle

My eyes dialate

My mouth is dry

Like im going to die

I wait in anticipation of silence

To wash over a million hearbeats

I close my eyes

But fades of blue so faint, so fucking faint as nothing

Is still something

Im my meditation of death

Death illudes me

And i will never see her coming.

My skin

Soaked in sin

It's sagging

Me: Its 2am I really should sleep

My brain: But what if you imagined Applejack as a trans fem ***** ***** with a huge ***** **** and a beard, ******* your ***** *******

(Have fun filling in the blanks)

None of us are free from sin.

Chuckin Chicken

2, 3 chicken breasts in the air fryer

It aint enough for you

4 or 5 more

Your hunger I adorned

On my heart, cooking spicy like spicy love

With you

Turned hot when you suddenly said

I aint hungry

But I still got a soft spot

On my heart

For your dumbass bullshit, your games

Packing shit up

But it always ends the same

"Im tired of your bullshit"

He tellin me like I aint shit

Chuckin clothes in trash bags

My fucking trashbags

Clothes I folded so nicely

You folded so icey but you

Cant even drive yourself home

Got me droppin you off

With your clothes

In a car

That you cant even lock

You aint got nothing on lock

But my heart is unlocked for you

Experimental Theater

Step one:

Pink, like perfume, is lightly applied. You may have a glint in your eye and see glitter everywhere. This is normal but you should still be concerned.

Step two:

It is very soft, like a cat you want to pet it constantly. This is normal and not bizzare, but it maybe wizard of you to tell everybody how you feel. That part is optional

Step three:

Stare into a mirror. Mirrors on top of mirrors please, so you let the green out. You can't really see the pink without a bit of green.

Step four:

With the frog in front of you, apply makeup liberally. That means addressing him or her with correct pronouns. If your frog uses any other genders, skip this step.

Step five:

Vore the frog. Do not hesitate, even if it tries to bargain with you. It is testing you. Alternativley if you have a bachelors in Biochemistry you may kiss the frog instead, but please ask permission first.

Step six:

Yell out your lungs in public. Exhume the frog from you. Congradulations on your Experimental Theater!

i'm gonna be honest i don't get why they say everypony instead of everybody in mlp. it's not like the word everybody is human-specific. the ponies have bodies. the word everypony, however, is pony-specific in a world where ponies are not the only people in their society, which means it would be more accurate and inclusive to use everybody instead of everypony. it all makes no sense to me

Bebop cowboy

Im a lighter

Im a lot lighter actually.

Im a lighter being used multiple times in a scene. The past comes like punches, i duck and weave. Puffs of smoke. Cigarette barely lit.

Im a lot lighter now. Living between life and death, and thats that. It really is that simple. It always has been.

It always will be

So why cry about it, huh?

I can’t do anything

About the weight of the world.

But me?...

Im a lot lighter now