I like to make stupid things so here's a dump for it

[Renio2490]

Off they went, down the river.
A river of death, a river of life.
The one who kills, but brings back life.
They go floating down the river.
One day they'll be back,
but in a different way.
Years from now, a child will be named Jullik, and another will be named Ohea.
They were only so young, as they floated down the river.
He had drowned, just the sister was left.
Breathing she was, breathing she could,
but one thing was sure,
She couldn't stay like this, and had to turn into her brother,
the one thing she feared her whole entire life would happen as she watched her brother carried away.
Jullik and Ohea were good children,
but in a snap they would be gone without their parents,
Ohea was gasping, while Jullik was lifeless.
Soon enough, Ohea went with her brother.

And I watched it, as well thought that,
so many years ago.

[Spacestar TheThundersuncat]

Do you like Kafka. Or vague short stories

[Renio2490]

Just now, something about space♡ said:

Do you like Kafka. Or vague short stories

what
I just like dark stuff
except minus the insane part

[Spacestar TheThundersuncat]

Just now, Renio2490 said:

what
I just like dark stuff
except minus the insane part

They`re not (all) insane. Nor is insane any meaningful metric, I guess, unless in the sense of incomprehensible. But that`s a no anyway

[Renio2490]

Just now, something about space♡ said:

They`re not (all) insane. Nor is insane any meaningful metric, I guess, unless in the sense of incomprehensible. But that`s a no anyway

what even is Kakfa?

[Spacestar TheThundersuncat]

Just now, Renio2490 said:

what even is Kakfa?

A well-known author in my country for the same themes this story mentions. He wrote a lot of short stories, symbolic and dark

[Renio2490]

Just now, something about space♡ said:

A well-known author in my country for the same themes this story mentions. He wrote a lot of short stories, symbolic and dark

okay

[Guest SilverTheNicheling]

Very well written!

[Renio2490]

Shaggy fur, dusty.
Dust, blowing far down a cliff,
for I move from my spot.
The one spot I've stayed,
stayed for a while,
y'know?
It wasn't lonely,
it was quiet,
you could the faintest things.
Leaves, blossoms,
all this time I was staring at the sky.
The bright blue sky,
the one I could not leave.
Someone would come someday,
some week,
some month,
some year.
That is if someone really wanted to talk.
Because talking was a time waster,
for the life could be used admiring the world around you.
It takes so much time to enjoy one part,
that it would be impossible to really love every part of the world.
But you love where you live,
because you live there.
That's where you go.
Sometimes it doesn't feel like home.
It feels like a hell you want to escape from.
But your just trapped.
The cliff shows no interest of trapping me.
The ugly guy.
The cliff doesn't want to trap who it dearly loves,
so it won't.
But some don't understand that.
You don't trap who you love,
set them free, if that's what they wish.
To go free, free for the day it feels like hell.
They'll come back home.
Birds, they are free.
But they come back to one certain spot,
home.

You hate some, you love some,

that's it.
Nobody can change your mind.
Sometimes, I feel like I could smash someone.
Throw everything off a cliff.
Watch it go.
Watch it leave.
I don't need these things,
they should die.
You regret these actions,
but there's no going back.

 

 

[Renio2490]

Loneliness.

[Renio2490]

You tell me the right thing~
oooohoh~

(I needed to get this out
Incredibox is taking me over)

[Renio2490]

I am free, you are not.
Tell me something you have that I do not.

(I kinda like this)