whenever i get an impressive shot with the stim pistol, i like to type into chat the distance of that shot "75 metre shot btw" is so stupid yet so fun.
oog ender in a discord server I'm in makes some awesome helldivers blender things and I want to share them but Im nervous of exposing that I use Tumblr
Oh wait I can just complement everyone's shoelaces and if they don't know then they don't know
Behold: the poem I wrote a while back that, to this day, is one of my favorite things I’ve ever written. Certainly the poem I’m proudest of. [321 words]
Would love to hear thoughts on it! There are several ways to interpret it, regardless of my initial intentions, and I’d be really interested to hear y’all’s interpretations! :]
Weeds
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I am a weed.
In an ocean of grasses and beautiful flowers,
I am the dandelions in concrete cracks.
I grow where I shouldn’t, where it’s hard to be,
And I am uprooted so frequently.
I am jealous of the flowers
That grow in garden beds,
And I can’t help but to wish
That I was one of them.
But I am the clovers, growing in patches
In yards of nice homes, full of green grasses
I am trampled and flattened, by uncaring feet,
Plucked by hands, in hope of finding a special piece—
But I only have three leaves.
I am the dead-nettle, with little purple blooms,
Not acknowledged until I am removed.
Soft leaves and fragile stems,
Torn apart and left for dead.
I am a weed.
This repetitive story is centuries old,
I am resilient against your world.
You have decided I do not belong,
But I will carve a place in your lawn.
Pull me up, rip me out by the roots, but you have not won,
Leave a dirt hole so you’re reminded of what you have done.
I’ll be back next year,
That’s how it works.
I will stay here,
Despite all the hurt.
Those who desire near no variation
Are those by which I am most hated
I am seen as a threat to their monotone grasses,
Slowly I am removed as time passes and passes
But I am not gone.
I am a weed.
Dandelion seeds carried on the wind,
Given a helping hand by a wish.
I am a reminder that diversity exists,
I am the remnants of the details you missed.
I am a weed.
I am the plants which you gather to kill,
But despite all your efforts, I am here still.
I will stay for generations,
My legacy will spread.
You may try to be rid of me,
But I am not dead.
Weeds is definitely my best use of metaphor to date, since I’m not usually very good at that sort of thing. But rest assured — there is definitely intentional metaphor in here!!
My original intent, while writing, was a metaphor for being autistic. Could be more broadly expanded to being neurodivergent. It could also be interpreted as being queer, being trans / genderqueer, being disabled (physically or mentally), being POC — really any marginalized group, which was unintentional at first but woaw I’m pretty proud of that! :D
Project! Relate!! Determine your own meaning!!!! Writing and art are most impactful when you can see some part of yourself reflected in it :]
Anyways. Be joyous! Be free! Be resilient, plant your roots and plant them deep, or take to the wind and fly where the pesticides won’t reach. Don’t let monotony and conformity win — be a weed. <3
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