TheMonotonePuppet
A Puppet Colored by Medication
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I want poems of the Stars for inspiring my story "Charisma" please! I would love if you used these crazed ramblings in bold below for inspiration. It would be so cool for those who have actual poem expertise to create a poem from the Mutterings on the Stars! Do your own personal spin on their philosophy, and for a fun tangent, how do they connect to The Monotone Puppet (which is soon to be an actual character outside of my persona).
For those who don't want to do poem stuff, what is your opinion on the best-est of FRIENDS, the Famished for Entertainment, the Stars!?
Mutterings on the Stars
We wink on ourselves, an uncountable number of glistening, twinkling eyes hungering for sight beyond the lightless blood under which they are submerged.
We turn around on ourselves, moving empty flesh; distorting billions of sights above eyelids.
We avoid the mockeries on ourselves; we are The Glistening With Tears And Starving For Adulation.
We feed on ourselves, a twinkle of amusement in our eyes; our saccharine world and you go squidgy, squidgy, squidgy, squidgy, squidgy, squidgy, squidgy, squidgy, squidgy...
We see the monotone fueled on ourselves and give to the nonexistent through the nonexistent blood.
We place the stage on ourselves; coughing, mindless actors crawling miserably over our beautiful bodies.
We proffer a hand to ourselves for we care not to do so to you.
We hum a song on ourselves, a reverie of dying and hunger, for we are made for flying and crying, we are falling and older, then lying and younger.
For those who don't want to do poem stuff, what is your opinion on the best-est of FRIENDS, the Famished for Entertainment, the Stars!?
Mutterings on the Stars
We wink on ourselves, an uncountable number of glistening, twinkling eyes hungering for sight beyond the lightless blood under which they are submerged.
We turn around on ourselves, moving empty flesh; distorting billions of sights above eyelids.
We avoid the mockeries on ourselves; we are The Glistening With Tears And Starving For Adulation.
We feed on ourselves, a twinkle of amusement in our eyes; our saccharine world and you go squidgy, squidgy, squidgy, squidgy, squidgy, squidgy, squidgy, squidgy, squidgy...
We see the monotone fueled on ourselves and give to the nonexistent through the nonexistent blood.
We place the stage on ourselves; coughing, mindless actors crawling miserably over our beautiful bodies.
We proffer a hand to ourselves for we care not to do so to you.
We hum a song on ourselves, a reverie of dying and hunger, for we are made for flying and crying, we are falling and older, then lying and younger.