If you Run Run Run, as fast as you can
I can't catch you
You're the gingerbread man.
But listen, Mr. Gingerbread man
I can't catch you
But your problems can.
So please
Run Run Run back to me, here
Let's catch each other
And not be afraid to show our tears.
That's right, like that, let's bond
I love you, Gingerbread man
Also OM NOM NOM NOM
Oh
OH NO
SHIT
I'M SORRY
NOW YOU'RE RUN RUN RUNNING DOWN MY ESOPHAGUS
WHY OH WHY
DID YOU HAVE TO BE DELICIOUS
Um...
Curse my social awkwardness.
Rain
It's water that falls from the sky
Seriously
That's it.
So why
Literally why
Do people use it to make things seem deep
And metaphorical
And stuff?
I mean, sure it can make a day worse
But all you're doing is getting drenched
That's not really sad.
Sports get cancelled, yeah
And you get cold
But seriously
Rain is not objectively sad.
Floods are sad
Though
And kids and puppies drown
Isn't that sad?
If you answered no
You're either heartless or have a really weird fetish
In which case
Get the fuck away from me
And into the rain
And catch a cold
You freak.
Yeesh.
Now that that guy's gone
What was I saying?
I don't know
But I should go insi
As I look to my left
And I look to my right
I'm afraid to say
It's day
And not yet night.
Because when the sun goes down
So too can my head
Down on a pillow
Where my thoughts can be dead.
But when I wake
My thoughts will be zombies
Loved ones, now monstrous
Reach for my brain
My body
My fun
They're hungry
And brutal
I just wish I had a thought shotgun.
Soon I will be like
The zombies in my head
Who bite
And gnaw
And rip
And shred
Ugly
And slow
And miserable
And dead.
The Rite of Boys: Part 2 by TackyCatYo, literature
Literature
The Rite of Boys: Part 2
"Um, hi." I am truly a master of communication.
Festy lifts her head just enough to appraise me, then drops it again. Whatever she's thinking, I have no idea.
"Edge Harper," she says without looking at me.
"You remember me?" I ask, surprised. In the schools, I wasn't exactly popular.
"Yeah. You were always pissing off the teachers." A beat. "Not exactly my first choice, but you're not the worst out here.
"You mean like Floppy Tits?"
Propping herself up on her elbows, she stares at me. It's her turn to be surprised.
"The guy who was just here," I clarify.
"Oh. Yeah." Her voice has a slight quiver in it. "Well, come on then. You chased
The Rite of Boys: Part 1 by TackyCatYo, literature
Literature
The Rite of Boys: Part 1
Beneath me, a girl runs for her life.
From my perch on this crumbling building's second floor walkway, I take in the full scene; on the ground floor a desperate Festy Rose is being dogged by a chubby boy with red hair and an even redder face. I know Festy from time spent in school -- she's definitely not ugly, but the same can't be said about her personality. The only thing I know about the boy, however, is his age. He's sixteen, like me, like Festy, like all of us sent into this city.
From the hole-riddled ceiling, cool morning air rustles my hair and pushes against my body like it were a weak and invisible dog humping me. I crouch and lis
I check my watch. The hands point me the time 12:37, but it's probably later. The stupid thing keeps stopping randomly, and I've gradually been losing the will to start it again.
My ancient apartment door creaks when I pull it behind me. It doesn't shut completely right now, thanks to a misguided man who thought I was the guy his girlfriend was sleeping with.
After seeing that bear of a man, I felt sorry for the guy his girlfriend was ACTUALLY cheating with. Well OK, to be honest, "bear" might not be the most accurate word. It may be an understatement; the fucking guy had stacks of muscles so manly they grew scowling faces each with stronge
If you Run Run Run, as fast as you can
I can't catch you
You're the gingerbread man.
But listen, Mr. Gingerbread man
I can't catch you
But your problems can.
So please
Run Run Run back to me, here
Let's catch each other
And not be afraid to show our tears.
That's right, like that, let's bond
I love you, Gingerbread man
Also OM NOM NOM NOM
Oh
OH NO
SHIT
I'M SORRY
NOW YOU'RE RUN RUN RUNNING DOWN MY ESOPHAGUS
WHY OH WHY
DID YOU HAVE TO BE DELICIOUS
Um...
Curse my social awkwardness.
Rain
It's water that falls from the sky
Seriously
That's it.
So why
Literally why
Do people use it to make things seem deep
And metaphorical
And stuff?
I mean, sure it can make a day worse
But all you're doing is getting drenched
That's not really sad.
Sports get cancelled, yeah
And you get cold
But seriously
Rain is not objectively sad.
Floods are sad
Though
And kids and puppies drown
Isn't that sad?
If you answered no
You're either heartless or have a really weird fetish
In which case
Get the fuck away from me
And into the rain
And catch a cold
You freak.
Yeesh.
Now that that guy's gone
What was I saying?
I don't know
But I should go insi
As I look to my left
And I look to my right
I'm afraid to say
It's day
And not yet night.
Because when the sun goes down
So too can my head
Down on a pillow
Where my thoughts can be dead.
But when I wake
My thoughts will be zombies
Loved ones, now monstrous
Reach for my brain
My body
My fun
They're hungry
And brutal
I just wish I had a thought shotgun.
Soon I will be like
The zombies in my head
Who bite
And gnaw
And rip
And shred
Ugly
And slow
And miserable
And dead.
The Rite of Boys: Part 2 by TackyCatYo, literature
Literature
The Rite of Boys: Part 2
"Um, hi." I am truly a master of communication.
Festy lifts her head just enough to appraise me, then drops it again. Whatever she's thinking, I have no idea.
"Edge Harper," she says without looking at me.
"You remember me?" I ask, surprised. In the schools, I wasn't exactly popular.
"Yeah. You were always pissing off the teachers." A beat. "Not exactly my first choice, but you're not the worst out here.
"You mean like Floppy Tits?"
Propping herself up on her elbows, she stares at me. It's her turn to be surprised.
"The guy who was just here," I clarify.
"Oh. Yeah." Her voice has a slight quiver in it. "Well, come on then. You chased
The Rite of Boys: Part 1 by TackyCatYo, literature
Literature
The Rite of Boys: Part 1
Beneath me, a girl runs for her life.
From my perch on this crumbling building's second floor walkway, I take in the full scene; on the ground floor a desperate Festy Rose is being dogged by a chubby boy with red hair and an even redder face. I know Festy from time spent in school -- she's definitely not ugly, but the same can't be said about her personality. The only thing I know about the boy, however, is his age. He's sixteen, like me, like Festy, like all of us sent into this city.
From the hole-riddled ceiling, cool morning air rustles my hair and pushes against my body like it were a weak and invisible dog humping me. I crouch and lis
I check my watch. The hands point me the time 12:37, but it's probably later. The stupid thing keeps stopping randomly, and I've gradually been losing the will to start it again.
My ancient apartment door creaks when I pull it behind me. It doesn't shut completely right now, thanks to a misguided man who thought I was the guy his girlfriend was sleeping with.
After seeing that bear of a man, I felt sorry for the guy his girlfriend was ACTUALLY cheating with. Well OK, to be honest, "bear" might not be the most accurate word. It may be an understatement; the fucking guy had stacks of muscles so manly they grew scowling faces each with stronge
Two bleeding hearts and hands intertwined
Flesh against flesh,
The door is wide open,
But her eyes are bright and fearful.
My mouth closes and then opens like
A fish gasping for air
I’m still learning how to say I love you.
You said the drops of Jupiter
Hidden in my eyes
Made me beautiful.
Liar.
I was never beautiful.
You said I lit up the night like
A galactic revolution and
Made the moon seem dull
Liar.
Wall flowers don’t shine.
You said I was Orion’s Belt,
Enveloping the vast
Expanses of your mind
Liar.
I can barely hold myself together.
You said I was too good for this world,
And promised there was
More to it all.
Liar.
We both know this is
All I’ll ever be.
Funny how someone you call
Star-bound can
Feel so lost
Among the stars.
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