unsxfe - Hello Poetry

[Hrm.] [Looks like the whole first half of X has gone missing.] [Well, I can’t let that happen.] Sometimes, I wonder if X thinks of me. i sure do. X is not desired as an object, but a person. X. 24. 2. 4. 6. Cardinal.

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Nov 7, 2017

Nov 7, 2017 at 11:54 AM UTC

X p. 1-4 unsafe?7??

[Hrm.] [Looks like the whole first half of X has gone missing.] [Well, I can’t let that happen.] Sometimes, I wonder if X thinks of me. i sure do. X is not desired as an object, but a person. X. 24. 2. 4. 6. Cardinal.

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[Well.] [That was quite a night.] [Sure is getting boring around here, considering i only wrote this dingy warehouse ****** scene into canon.] [You know what?] ***** it, let’s write something while X is asleep.] Afternoon the cold autumn air feels like it ‘BURNS’ gently strokes my skin the brisk, autumn air very very lightly smells of petrichor ‘and decay’ the partly cloudy sky bears ‘6’ light ‘cardinal red’ drops that gently rest on my face ‘they burn’ this feeling its so ‘horrible’ [Oh great. looks like she wasn’t asleep.] [She was learning.]

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Nov 7, 2017

Nov 7, 2017 at 11:42 AM UTC

xxx6xxxunsafe

[Well.] [That was quite a night.] [Sure is getting boring around here, considering i only wrote this dingy warehouse ****** scene into canon.] [You know what?] ***** it, let’s write something while X is asleep.] Afternoon the cold autumn air feels like it ‘BURNS’ gently strokes my skin the brisk, autumn air very very lightly smells of petrichor ‘and decay’ the partly cloudy sky bears ‘6’ light ‘cardinal red’ drops that gently rest on my face ‘they burn’ this feeling its so ‘horrible’ [Oh great. looks like she wasn’t asleep.] [She was learning.]

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[Alright, I’m in.] [Oh, goodness.] [Well, that’s quite the scene you’ve made, X.] ****** under the guise of suicide?] [And despite that, you STILL couldn’t even do that right, dismembering the poor corpse?] [In an abandoned warehouse?] [Really?] [While this whole scene is borderline grisly, I can’t help but laugh.] [Ahaha....] [I really did write this into existence, didn’t I?] [A lover turned murderer.] [God, this is getting heavy. think i’ll stop with the sad stuff for now.] [Especially after seeing what I created, and the trouble it’s caused.] [Wait, what was that?] [Is that...] [It is!] [X is trying to get back in.] [Welp, that’s out of her grasp, even with her power. So as long as i stay in here, I should be safe.] [Ahahahah. She’s probably swearing like a sailor, wanting my head on a silver platter, huh?] [Though I can’t hear or see you, I can sense you.] [And I’m sorry to say that this game you have made is one you cannot win.]

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Nov 6, 2017

Nov 6, 2017 at 4:41 PM UTC

un5Xfe????

[Alright, I’m in.] [Oh, goodness.] [Well, that’s quite the scene you’ve made, X.] ****** under the guise of suicide?] [And despite that, you STILL couldn’t even do that right, dismembering the poor corpse?] [In an abandoned warehouse?] [Really?] [While this whole scene is borderline grisly, I can’t help but laugh.] [Ahaha....] [I really did write this into existence, didn’t I?] [A lover turned murderer.] [God, this is getting heavy. think i’ll stop with the sad stuff for now.] [Especially after seeing what I created, and the trouble it’s caused.] [Wait, what was that?] [Is that...] [It is!] [X is trying to get back in.] [Welp, that’s out of her grasp, even with her power. So as long as i stay in here, I should be safe.] [Ahahahah. She’s probably swearing like a sailor, wanting my head on a silver platter, huh?] [Though I can’t hear or see you, I can sense you.] [And I’m sorry to say that this game you have made is one you cannot win.]

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[Alright, I don’t know how else to say this, but... You know Unsafe? I only made 3 parts. I keep getting wind that there’s a part 4. I’m starting to think that SHE continued it somehow. How she did is beyond me, considering she isn’t exactly real. Oh yeah. You might want a little clarity as to whom i am referring to. Alright. so, the series X is written about a mystery girl that is called (or rather represented as) X, no? Well, the reason she’s called that is because nobody knows her name. I never gave her one. Getting back on topic, it’s supposed to be written by another fictional person, whom for the sake of continuity, we will call W. Now, W and X were in love, very much so. W is offed, X mourns, yadda yadda yadda, et cetera, et cetera. Well, I felt that in order to give X more clarity and depth, that i’d have to write a second series, One that is written in the perspective of X. This premise became what you now know as Unsafe. But, for some reason... As I continued writing Unsafe, it felt more and more like I wasn’t even writing. It’s like she had extended into my subconsious, from the fictional world in which she dwells, and into my pen. Luckily, she’s easy to identify. I write her in ‘a special way’ as opposed to my [normal] writing. Wait. Alright, Don’t be alarmed, but She MIGHT (this is a big might) have escaped the domain I made for her, Unsafe, And into my Notes. I cannot tell if it’s true or not, as this notice is considered it’s own poem. I cannot interact with my Notes until I decide to leave any poem that I am currently in. But more importantly, this also implies that she is SENTIENT, and no longer needs me to convey her thoughts and actions. Hell, she might be fighting for control over my account as I write this! Ahahaha... I really ******* myself over, huh? Anyways, if you see her, tell me IMMEDIATELY! Just whatever you do, DON’T interact with her! In her current state, she is most likely extremely hostile. I do appreciate you reading X and Unsafe, but this is getting a liiiiitle serious here, so uh... Please take caution! I couldn’t live with myself if one of my readers LITERALLY GOT KILLED OFF by one of my works. I’ll update you guys if anything meaningful happens. In the meantime, I think I’ll go somewhere... Familiar.]

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Nov 6, 2017

Nov 6, 2017 at 3:29 PM UTC

[URGENT NOTICE ABOUT UNSAFE AND X, PLEASE READ!]

[Alright, I don’t know how else to say this, but... You know Unsafe? I only made 3 parts. I keep getting wind that there’s a part 4. I’m starting to think that SHE continued it somehow. How she did is beyond me, considering she isn’t exactly real. Oh yeah. You might want a little clarity as to whom i am referring to. Alright. so, the series X is written about a mystery girl that is called (or rather represented as) X, no? Well, the reason she’s called that is because nobody knows her name. I never gave her one. Getting back on topic, it’s supposed to be written by another fictional person, whom for the sake of continuity, we will call W. Now, W and X were in love, very much so. W is offed, X mourns, yadda yadda yadda, et cetera, et cetera. Well, I felt that in order to give X more clarity and depth, that i’d have to write a second series, One that is written in the perspective of X. This premise became what you now know as Unsafe. But, for some reason... As I continued writing Unsafe, it felt more and more like I wasn’t even writing. It’s like she had extended into my subconsious, from the fictional world in which she dwells, and into my pen. Luckily, she’s easy to identify. I write her in ‘a special way’ as opposed to my [normal] writing. Wait. Alright, Don’t be alarmed, but She MIGHT (this is a big might) have escaped the domain I made for her, Unsafe, And into my Notes. I cannot tell if it’s true or not, as this notice is considered it’s own poem. I cannot interact with my Notes until I decide to leave any poem that I am currently in. But more importantly, this also implies that she is SENTIENT, and no longer needs me to convey her thoughts and actions. Hell, she might be fighting for control over my account as I write this! Ahahaha... I really ******* myself over, huh? Anyways, if you see her, tell me IMMEDIATELY! Just whatever you do, DON’T interact with her! In her current state, she is most likely extremely hostile. I do appreciate you reading X and Unsafe, but this is getting a liiiiitle serious here, so uh... Please take caution! I couldn’t live with myself if one of my readers LITERALLY GOT KILLED OFF by one of my works. I’ll update you guys if anything meaningful happens. In the meantime, I think I’ll go somewhere... Familiar.]

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my mind s p i n s the colors all of the COLORS the cardinal red the 6 drops i cannot stay here i cnnt sty hr’ but my mind MY MIND IS STUCK IN A RECURSION MY MIND IS STUCK IN A RECURSION MY MIND IS STUCK IN A RECURSION A RECURSION a recursion ‘i know’ ‘i have to get out of here’

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Nov 6, 2017

Nov 6, 2017 at 2:52 PM UTC

usn af e pt.p.forr

my mind s p i n s the colors all of the COLORS the cardinal red the 6 drops i cannot stay here i cnnt sty hr’ but my mind MY MIND IS STUCK IN A RECURSION MY MIND IS STUCK IN A RECURSION MY MIND IS STUCK IN A RECURSION A RECURSION a recursion ‘i know’ ‘i have to get out of here’

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I look forward. the light in your eyes IT GLIMMERS blinding begging but i give into the CACOPHONY the DISCORDANT TONES “your turn” Click. . . . . . . Click. . . . . . . Click. . . . . . . Click. . . . . . . Click. . . . . . . Click. . . . . . . BANG what have i d o n e

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Nov 6, 2017

Nov 6, 2017 at 2:33 PM UTC

unsfe p.3

I look forward. the light in your eyes IT GLIMMERS blinding begging but i give into the CACOPHONY the DISCORDANT TONES “your turn” Click. . . . . . . Click. . . . . . . Click. . . . . . . Click. . . . . . . Click. . . . . . . Click. . . . . . . BANG what have i d o n e

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life is a joke Really? yes its a sick joke of pain and suffering all tragedy, and in turn all comedy Well, then. What might the punchline be? my death

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Nov 6, 2017

Nov 6, 2017 at 1:36 PM UTC

A conversation between Death and Jest

life is a joke Really? yes its a sick joke of pain and suffering all tragedy, and in turn all comedy Well, then. What might the punchline be? my death

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‘Ive been thinking. about the past. our past. all of the memories so many memories oh how i miss what i left behind what we left behind that’s enough I can’t take it anymore if youre going to TORTURE me like this im going to take the chance’ I spin the wheel. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. . . . . . . Click. I was lucky. Maybe it’ll work next time.

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Nov 6, 2017

Nov 6, 2017 at 11:50 AM UTC

Unsafe p.2

‘Ive been thinking. about the past. our past. all of the memories so many memories oh how i miss what i left behind what we left behind that’s enough I can’t take it anymore if youre going to TORTURE me like this im going to take the chance’ I spin the wheel. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. . . . . . . Click. I was lucky. Maybe it’ll work next time.

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“I believed them. I trusted them. I was convinced That these harmonious times didnt have to come to an end. But now, I’m descending down further and further back into the CACOPHONY I can’t go back. Stop playing with my heart. Just leave me be to my own devices to search or be sought for myself or another that has yet to make itself clear i’ll lead myself”

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Nov 6, 2017

Nov 6, 2017 at 11:43 AM UTC

Unsafe p.1

“I believed them. I trusted them. I was convinced That these harmonious times didnt have to come to an end. But now, I’m descending down further and further back into the CACOPHONY I can’t go back. Stop playing with my heart. Just leave me be to my own devices to search or be sought for myself or another that has yet to make itself clear i’ll lead myself”

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There’s this dream I’ve been getting ever since I was a baby. with each jump going higher on the horison. i keep of rolling hills theres mountains with jumping but landscape no trees in sight. i try im in this i try to walk but i keep gettingfaster i jump too high finally i until p l u m m e t i try to stop but i cant i brace then i hit the ground And then I wake up.

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Nov 6, 2017

Nov 6, 2017 at 11:24 AM UTC

Recurring Dream (or is it a nightmare?)

There’s this dream I’ve been getting ever since I was a baby. with each jump going higher on the horison. i keep of rolling hills theres mountains with jumping but landscape no trees in sight. i try im in this i try to walk but i keep gettingfaster i jump too high finally i until p l u m m e t i try to stop but i cant i brace then i hit the ground And then I wake up.

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