Maxby~Cola

Published Author who makes smaller projects. He/Him/They

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My best friend, Abigail has decided to sell some of her artwork.

Notes: Prints are done on acid-free archive quality luster art paper stick using high pigment ink.

Regarding the originals, you are buying the artwork itself ONLY and NOT the rights to reproduce. Abigail will maintain the print rights.

Prices are as follows:

“Mickey”

These are prints made from an original work done with the left side done using charcoal powder, pencil, and marker on drawing paper and the right side done using colored pencils on mixed media paper.

Prints are done on acid-free archive quality luster art paper stick using high pigment ink.

11x14 print - $35

5x7 print - $25

“Flowers”

These limited edition prints are made from an original work done with colored pencils on mixed media paper.

Prints are done on acid-free archive quality luster art paper stick using high pigment ink.

Original - $80

5x7 print - $20

“Eye”

These limited edition prints are made from an original work done with charcoal powder and pencil on mixed media paper.

Prints are done on acid-free archive quality luster art paper stick using high pigment ink.

Original - $70

11x14 print - $30

5x7 print - $20

Got any questions or want to buy them? Please contact either the email in the artist bio.

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☆ Sympathetic StarDust ☆

Awaking on what you believed to be the comfort of a blanket, you open your eyes only to find yourself looking down at a deep black cloud. You close your hand along its cotton surface, feeling the cloud fill the gaps between your fingertips. Within a few moments, you decide to take a look at your surroundings and glance up from the cloud that had awaited you.

A raven-black sky stretched over your head with a variety of blues, purples, and pinks melting against its deep coat. Specks of yellow flashed amongst the colors, but as you looked you noticed the yellow began to grow brighter by the second. Before you knew it, there was now a tall cloaked figure of yellow standing before you.

"Welcome," the figure began, moving out a hand before stretching it out to point to the sky around them, "to the home of Sympathetic StarDust: a home for not just me, a home for not just you, a home for everyone."

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Welcome, one and all to Sympathetic StarDust. A community that advocates for the wellness of others while helping those who are in their time of need. In this server, there will be a place for everyone to call home, not just a select few because this server is open to all communities- to all people. We wish to see you enter our server, and we will welcome you with a bright smile knowing as the days go by we will watch you heal. Please, make yourself at home; we hope that you will stay with us here. It would be a pleasure to be friends with you and watch you shine bright.

The server is made to be a mental health/trauma response awareness hub. Where people can:

-Get together and make friends

-Learn different coping skills

-Vent their problems

-Find a list of hotlines from every country

-Find *almost* every disorder listed

-And so much more.

If being in a mental health community where you can slowly heal, or help others heal sounds like the perfect place for you; then welcome aboard.

Join the Sympathetic StarDust Discord Server!

Sympathetic Stardust strives to serve one purpose, to help those that need it. | 12 members

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🎶Who cares if one more light goes out? Well [we] do!🎶

Welcome one and all to Soldiers, a fan-made server in honor of the heavy metal and hip-hop band, Linkin Park. Created on the 17th of October in 2020, Soldiers was created not only to bring together the fans of the band, but to form a safe place for people to come together. Within the walls of our server, people come from different communities, different parts of the world, and so much more. Nevertheless, every member is treated with the same levels of respect, and we try to give everyone a place to be themselves, where they do not have to be afraid of the judging eyes of the outside world.

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With our introduction aside, let's take a look at what kind of space our server offers to the public?

🎶 Unlike most servers, our staff team is reasonable and tries to listen to how the community wants the server to grow. Server members are more than welcome to leave suggestions about what they believe will be best for the server, and how we can grow from their ideas.

🎶 We have a place where any server member can vent about their problems, no matter what those may be. Sure, sometimes seeing other people suffer can be a major disappointment, we understand! Although we offer this space for people to talk about things bothering them in case they do not have the ability to go see a professional. Everyone on our server deserves a place to tell their story and our server members are definitely not shy about making sure problems they see are helped. Whenever someone talks about a reoccurring problem, our server members are quick to respond and try to do what they can to help their fellow member.

🎶In addition to our venting chat, we even offer a victories chat! We don't really care what your victory is, it can be something as simple as getting a job promotion or something bigger such as taking care of yourself for the first time in a week. Whatever it is, you deserve to boast about it and we will be right by your side to congratulate you on your success!

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What exactly makes our server Linkin Park themed?

Aside from our server title and logo, there are many hints you can find within the server that point towards Linkin Park. All of the clever ones you will have to find yourself, as it is never fun to spoil the surprise. However, a few of the more obvious hints are:

🎶A testing channel where server members can create tests about Linkin Park for other members to complete.

🎶A chat dedicated to writing letters and notes of things you may have wanted to tell Chester Bennington when he was still alive.

🎶An announcement channel informing the entire server of any Linkin Park news anytime it comes out on any of the social media pages.

Even with all this in mind, there is still so much more!

Join the Soldiers | Linkin Park Discord Server!

Check out the Soldiers | Linkin Park community on Discord - hang out with 197 other members and enjoy free voice and text chat.

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Resilience of Stonewall

By: Max Dupuy

What are the Stonewall Riots? On the 28th of June in 1969, members of the LGBTQ+ (Lesbian, Gay, Bi, Trans, Questioning, Other) community came together and started to protest against the ignorance of their government officials. These people came together at the earliest time of the day and marched together to fight back against the prejudism they had received. Yet, what caused these groups to snap and wish to take a stand for themselves? Lives being taken were what caused these people to rise.

In Greenwich Village, NYC, members of the LGBTQ+ community were being killed in their own places of comfort. Police had stormed into a gay bar by the name of ‘Stonewall’ and murdered several people who were simply trying to have a good time. Out of rage for their cries going unspoken to the government from the actions caused by the police, the LGBTQ+ community came together from across America and ensured their cries would be heard. These people did everything they could to be heard and soon were noticed by how large the movement had spread across America. Knowing the community was always going to bounce back for action, the government passed LGBTQ+ rights acts when the early twentieth century arrived.

Everyone who died from the Stonewall Riots is still remembered by the LGBTQ+ community and are thought of as brave. In honor of the lives lost, many people put out memorials for the ones who were lost. Some even go to the New York pride, simply due to how the resilience started in New York and would continue there until every right is given.

Today marks 50 years since 1969 when these riots took place. Let’s hope that in the end, those 50 years will be worth it and every member of the community will be safe from history ever repeating itself. Because though the brave will be missed, memories can only go on as we push forward and make sure the future generations are protected.

Words in the poem that may not be known:

Wingding- A lively party

Resilience of Stonewall

Booms heard across the nation,

Light the sky of a thousand fires-

As pleads for help shook the ground.

Boots of many stomped through the station,

Straying in a place of freedom,

Only to wipe the area clean of joyful celebration.

Shrieks filled the silent night,

A hurricane of discourse as people took cover-

Terrified for what had come around them.

Stripping away several rights,

Friends and family members fell to the ground,

As their lives were taken in the streetlight.

Sobs filled the once joyful town,

People desperately clutched their loved ones-

Only to carry their coffins the next day.

You forced the people to be let down,

Bearing not even a second glance to merciful,

But now the resilience will not drown.

Dawn light illuminated the skies like a fire,

Setting the sky to run red with the boiling rage-

Of both the ghosts and living alike.

Ready to ensure the violence would expire,

People marched everywhere with their heads held high,

Ready to bring on the peace they require.

Now as the years trickle by,

Several wingdings shake the nation-

As rights are handed to those who deserve it.

People’s kindness are applied,

Raising awareness without a second thought,

Ready to give the future the same resilience.

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Oh, My Dear Friend. . . | Poem

We've all had that friend who has fallen into a manipulative relationship somehow. Whether the relationship is as friends, partners, or something else. Watching your friend fall for these relationships can be hard. It can even feel as though you're trying to reach someone miles away from you when they are right next to you. Simply because it is human nature to not notice the bad qualities in someone we love right away, and remind ourselves, 'this is fine'.

This poem is meant to recognize how hard a manipulative relationship is for both the friend who has to witness it and the person going through it themself. Through both the speaker and their friend, it is meant to reveal how manipulative relationships can harm people in many ways than just one. Keep in mind, these relationships are never fun and can be very tricky to figure out how to handle. Although, there are many warning signs to know what makes someone this way. Many of them can even be found in a library or online.

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Oh, My Dear Friend. . .

Your eyes never look at me,

They are always facing him.

Not sparing a second of your time,

To consider a hundred reasons why we would get along better.

Attention always focused on them,

Quickly reporting to their side when they demand you to be there like a lap dog.

Nevertheless, you spare me a smile,

As though everything happening is okay.

Oh, my dear blind friend. . .

If there was more I could say,

To change your mind-

And show you how you are blinded by,

Their static hands.

I would show you a football field worth of reasons why,

Why you should turn your back away.

Your ears never hear me,

My voice goes in one ear and drifts out the other.

Slapping my words with a swatter,

As though my tongue were a wasps nest.

Always rushed in the winds of banter,

Marching drums were never pleasant to hear with bickering voices.

Nevertheless, you tell me,

Everything will be fine- they make you happy.

Oh- my dear deaf friend. . .

If there was more I could say,

To change your mind-

And show how you are deaf by,

Their nails dragging against the chalkboard.

I would tell you a series of reasons why,

Why you should turn your back away.

Your hands never feel me,

Trying to pull you off the ledge and back to safety.

Briskly shooing my help away,

Only to plummet into a spiral of constant manipulation.

Against the wall, you are trapped like an animal to them,

Your heart screams for help as your body aches,

But you lay there-

Limp on the floor, without a single thought of wanting to get help.

Yet, you always tell me;

Sticks and stones may break my bones,

But words can never hurt me.

Oh- my dear paralyzed friend. . .

If there was more I could do,

To change your mind-

And show you how trapped you are,

In their prison of physical and verbal hatred.

I would hand you a medkit of gauze.

That gave you a tight hug every time you had a new injury and tell you reasons why,

Why you should turn your back away.

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Little Bird

By: Max Dupuy

In honor of Mental Health Awareness Month (even if it was yesterday of this post), I have written a poem to describe the importance of mental health. The world we live in seems to look away from mental health and always calls those suffering with it as 'lazy' or 'burdens'. Almost nobody considers taking the chance to listen to another's problems and trying to help them. Little Bird was written to show how the ignorance of the human mind is what causes suicide rates to go up. Not the 'video games', 'media', nor 'school'; it has always been one's own ignorance.

Fly away,

And never look back;

There's nothing I have wanted more.

I'm tired of the fantasy we are chasing,

When the tracks have already been covered-

By the bitter snow.

Rember,

Don't you remember the last day of December?

Just you and me running outside of the school yard,

Our faces were left scarred.

With nothing but the gusts of wind chasing us.

Fly away,

And never look back;

There is nothing I have wanted more.

Everyday we face a new challenge,

Having to be beaten black and blue-

As everyone around us laughs.

We never had a vacation,

We were simply living like Annie.

Remember,

Don't you remember the last day of January?

Cluttered together in a locker,

As the door slammed shut behind us.

But we were never afraid,

Don't you recall our deal?

It will always just be you and me!

Fly away,

And never look back;

There is nothing I have wanted more.

Everyday has felt like a war,

Gunshots of fists flying over our heads.

What's the point of cowering in a foxhole?

When bombs are lighting up the night.

Remember,

Don't you remember the last day of February?

I found you on the ground-

Beaten.

Black and blue bruises mirrored every inch of your body,

And everyone seemed to just turn their backs away.

But I carried you to safety,

Because we are together forever. 

Fly away,

And never look back;

There is nothing I have wanted more.

I've been counting the days,

Just counting the scars- the bruises.

Every second I live in pain-

And the pills are no longer helping my soreness.

I just want to run free,

Without being beaten down,

But you can't hear me screaming-

But you can't hear me begging!

Remember,

Don't you remember the last day of March?

Your attendance started to plummet before everyone's eyes;

You went from being gone once a month,

You went from being gone once a week,

To being gone almost every week.

I tried to see what was wrong,

Offered to even walk with you to and from school.

But you were always sick,

And never said how.

Fly away,

And never look back;

There is nothing I have wanted more.

I'm getting tired of being here,

Days passing slower than a snail race,

But nobody seems to realize how brain-dead we are.

I haven't felt well for years,

And this sickness is clawing on my insides;

Hidden from everyone's eyes.

Remember,

Don't you remember the last day of April?

I was given a call by your mom,

Woe filled her voice as she told me to come quick-

Told me to run and never look behind me.

Her words lingered in my head as I jolted down the road,

Passing cars left and right;

Trying my best to make it to your side.

Fly away,

And never look back;

There is nothing I have wanted more.

Every day that I look outside of my window,

I just want to spread my wings and fly away.

But how can I fly?

When my wings have been chained to my back,

And left with open wounds constantly bleeding out.

Remember,

Don't you remember the last day of May?

I visited your gravestone everyday,

Left you a bouquet of your favorite flowers,

Because your nose deserves to be up for once.

I'm sorry for your sickness,

I'm sorry I could never free you.

But how could I have saved you of your sickness?

When everyone seems to turn away!

Fly away,

And never look back;

There is nothing I have wanted more.

Now that I'm finally free,

My shackles have been shed to the ground.

Now that I'm finally free,

I can jump out the window,

And dance beside the clouds-

As birds take their wings in my hands.

Fly away,

Don't ever look behind you;

You're finally free and I support your decision.

Left in the dust for many years,

Scattered wounds taking on your body.

Promise me you will be okay-

Promise me you will be good-

Promise me you will fly high.

For now my little bird,

Is flying from their pain.

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Don't Trample Our Pride

By: Max Dupuy

Happy Pride Month, everyone. For this Pride Month, I wrote a poem to recognize how for many generations the LGBTQIA community has been ignored. Yet now we can see a steady increase as our community gains representation.

Stomp! Thump! Stomp!

Echoes of feet thumping on the ground,

Shook the surface around us all.

A masquerade of unphased desires,

Melting into the sky to form the northern lights.

People all around had gathered outside,

Ready to meet the monster they were believed to face-

Only to be washed in reality's cold truth.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Hushed for generations,

Forcing the experience to be buried-

Deep and forgotten in an endless cavern.

Oh! Now the calendars have changed,

We are finally out our caves,

Our colors are revealing themselves left and right.

Only for you- our fears;

To push us to the ground once more.

Stomp! Thump! Stomp!

Pick it up,

Pick it up.

It's not yours to trample!

We've been quiet for far to long,

It's getting harder to squelch the eager noise.

Coming out of our lunges,

We let out a colorful melody;

One welcoming everyone-

No matter their differences.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Pick it up,

Pick it up.

We tell you once again,

Asking you to understand we do not wish to be silenced.

Like you all,

We wish to wave our flags high and proud,

Not having to be shot with the daggering glares.

Stomp! Thump! Stomp!

Pick it up!

Pick it up!

We've asked you for many years-

To stop stepping on who we are,

And treat us like more than a doormat.

For hundreds of years,

We've shed many tears-

We've lost many friends-

We've been shot down because of our differences.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

Now that the time has come,

The calendars are changed to June;

We will no longer be silenced,

Instead our marching will come louder.

Thump! Stomp! Thump!

Asking you for the last time,

To stop trampling our pride!

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Expiration

Written by: Max Dupuy

Time will pass,

So will the scars,

There's no need to cry.

Just keep your head up,

Grasp your cloak my little lamb.

Everything will continue like it has,

For generations to come and go.

When will these thoughts surpass,

And push me out of these parallel bars.

My face has been shielded from the sky,

It's impossible for me to stop looking down.

Spiraling out of control-

Brain washed by the inner demons.

Everything will continue like it has,

For generations to come and go.

Time will go on,

Broken bones don't last forever.

Quit your whimpering-

And keep your head up my fawn.

Everything will continue like it has,

For generations to come and go.

Sick and tired of being a pawn,

Hopes of all future endeavors-

Were left crushed and forgotten.

Follow the same old path I have drawn-

Everything will continue like it has,

For generations to come and go.

Time will venture forth,

Stop your pity party-

And keep your head up my foal.

Everything will continue like it has,

For generations to come and go.

Everything has an expiration date,

But this road has been walked on to many times before,

Same old story told to everyone-

Granting their largest fears.

But keep your head up,

Things will finally change.

We will finally be free-

Advocacy will come for the future generations.

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Spiked Evening

Written by: Max Dupuy

It was a cold Friday evening, the air was damp, and fog covered the roads. It was around 6am, and you are out in the road, driving your car. However, no matter how bright you make your headlights, you still can't seem to see the entire road ahead of you. Yet you carry on, only able to see a few fox-lengths ahead of you. However, as you drive, you realize the street you normally take home, is blocked by traffic.

You decide to take a detour, and go to the left, knowing it would take you longer to get home. Yet, it would get you home anyways. However, while going down the road. You notice a car parked on the side of the road.

The cars headlights are off, however the back lights were flashing. Singalling the car itself must have broken down on the driver. Out of the kindness of your heart, you exit the car, moving towards the other. You peer through the window, but it was to dark inside. You quickly knock on the window. But you get no response.

Out of curiosity, you tug at the door handle, and the door gives way easily. It opens to an empty car. It was empty to the point that it lookes as though it was just driven out of the car-lot of a shop. No belongings. No nothing.

You shake your head, poking your head out from the car, deciding to call out for the owner of the car. When another car pulls in behind yours. You look back at the empty vehicle, before approaching the new one. The driver parks behind yours, and rolls down their window.

As you get closer, you realize they have a mask on, but you think nothing of it. Maybe they were just a fan of cosplaying? Or had a viral disease.

"Hey, I think the car ahead is broken and the driver walked off. What do we do!" You decided to say, pondering whenever the new person would know what to do.

The person instead however stays very quiet, not making a single sound. Not even their breathing could be heard. Instead, they stared at you. With their head tilted so far back, you could see their eyes through the mask.

You try asking again, but the driver just continues to stare at you. You felt a chill run through your body, feeling as though they were staring right into your eyes. You look away, and pass a glance over the inside of their car. That's when you see it. Their hand, it was resting on the passanger seat, and beneath it was something shiny. Something big.... A gun.

However, they seemed to have followed your gaze, their hand tightening around their gun as they quickly lift it up. They cocked back the trigger, but you ducked just in time, crawling beneath their car quickly.

The person opens the door, and walks outside, trying to figure out where you had gone so quickly. They move towards your car, and you watch as they kick their foot out at your car... Cleets. They managed to pop your tire due to this pointy shoes.

They continue walking forward, looking for you, and you hear them fire their gun at your car. You frantically try to figure out what to do, but there was only one thing you could do.

You quickly get up, as quietly as you can, as you go to open their car. Only issue was- it was locked. There was no way to break in, unless you slammed your fist through the glass. However, you were afraid of the driver hearing you break in. Not wanting to be shot, or risk anything worse.

You quickly turn in the oppsoite direction, and start to flee, but you were paused by pain. You bite your lip, fighting back a scream, as you look down and realize the driver had placed down road spikes, perhaps to try to pop your tire if you had gotten in your car to escape instead of going under theirs.

No way to drive away, and no way to run home. What could you do now? You asked yourself, uncertain as to where the forests around you led. But you knew the person was running out of places to search for you. So- out of quick thinking, you limped towards the trees. Trying to get as far of a distance as you could.

The forest felt massive, and the darkness did not help you navigate at all. You kept nearly tripping over simple things such as rocks or roots that curved to the surface. But you did not give up. You were determined to get as far away as you could.

Within moments, you could no longer see the headlight of your cars, instead, you were surrounded by trees. It was safe to say that you felt lost, even if you ran in a straight direction. You sat down on a rock, wondering if you could camp out in the saftey of the forest until morning. Knowing that there was already no point in trying your phone. It had ran out of service a few miles back.

The sound of leaves crunching cause you to turn around, and you find yourself face-to-face with the masked person once more. Their eyes were glaring straight at you once more, and the gun was in their right hand, pointed down at the ground. You wonder how they had managed to follow you, but you look down, and realize you were bleeding from the spike. Leaving a trail of blood the person had obviously followed.

The person pulled back the guns barrel, letting it click. You glance around, pondering what you could do. They had you cornered, in the middle of the forest. Far from your car, and with no way of escaping. You decide to close your eyes, whispering a final goodbye.

The gun goes off, but you realize you did not feel any pain. You quickly open your eyes, to find a spark at the end of the gun. It was a dud- just a prank gun. The person laughed, shaking their head at your expression.

"I'm sorry, I just love pranking others!" The person laughs, barreling over as though it was the funniest thing they had ever seen. You roll your eyes, not exactly find the encounter to be kind, but decided it was best to not lash out, especially if they set up a road-spike over a 'prank'.

"Right, well if you don't mind, can we go back to our vehicles?" You ask, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible.

The person looks down, putting away their gun, and you know this is probably the only chance you would get. You quickly kick out your leg, hitting them in the crotch. They let out a scream, and you move your hand out. Reaching for their pocket as quickly as you can managing to find their keys. You push them to the ground in the final second, before sprinting in the path of the blood-trail.

You continue down the road, knowing the person was probably right behind you. You manage to get back to the cars, quickly unlocking their veichle. You turn around to find them dashing through the treeline. You get into the car, slamming the door shut instantly. The person raced to the car, banging on the windows, but you already had the car in reverse.

You quickly pulled the car away. Watching them frantically tey to come for you. Yet you turn the wheel, driving at full speed for the spike in the road. You managed to get past the spike, and were able to go for about a mile or two, before the tires had finally run out of air. Yet that did not matter to you. All that mattered was your saftey.

You exit the car, walking towards the highway. You manage to get there within a few moments, holding out your thumb, as you wait for a ride. Someone finally picks you up, and were nice enough to drive you to a hotel for free.

The next day, you file a police report. However within a few hours, the cops come back to you. They tell you that there were no cars left there, nor any tire-spikes. Only a trail of blood. Leaving the case to run cold. Yet- you knew what you saw, so you swore to yourself to never go down the road again.

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Message in a Bottle

By: Max Dupuy

Hiding so many emotions, words people have said, and what you went through can be hard. Almost as hard as the life of a message in a bottle on a rocky sea.

Neverending sea,

Followed by my legacy.

Same broken road left to travel,

Of a thousand miles unseen.

Never ending sea,

Followed by my legacy.

I've traveled this same current before,

Knowing the waves that would pull me back,

Knowing the waves that would push me forward.

Neverending sea,

Followed by my legacy.

The sea has given me away,

Casting my body to somewhere new.

An island of new mysteries,

Ones I've never heard of on the open water.

Neverending sea,

Followed by my legacy.

No more pain-

No more torment-

The new island will bring me hope and joy,

Of a better life than the one I've known.

Neverending sea,

Followed by my legacy.

The new land was a fairytale for me to explore,

The sun shining over the horizon constantly,

Kids playing in the fields,

Everything was perfect.

Then I met you.

Neverending sea,

Followed by my legacy.

Then I met you,

The one who gave me scurvy;

Instead of a smile.

The one who told me to hide,

Hide from the new town I had gone,

And to never be seen again.

Neverending sea,

Followed by my legacy.

Then I met you,

The one who pushed my own thoughts away,

Telling me every story I had known-

Was false.

Telling me what I had gone through,

What I knew about the world-

Was inaccurate.

Neverending sea,

Followed by legacy.

My mind is confined to this bottle,

Pressed up against the seal.

Words you said are concealed deep down,

Rolled up in the pall of parchment surrounding me.

Neverending sea,

Followed by my legacy.

Now I float once more,

Back into the open water,

And far from the land I had known.

You pushed me away,

Just an outcast in the world I thought I had loved.

Neverending sea,

Followed by my legacy.

I've traveled this same current before,

Knowing the waves that would pull me back,

Knowing the waves that would push me forward.

Neverending sea,

Followed by my legacy.

The current has never felt harder to be on,

Slamming me into rocks,

Breaking the jar I live in.

Guess this is what I get,

For prisoning my thoughts,

To the bottle you destroyed.

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All Thanks to that New Kid

By: Max Dupuy

Being jealous over your friend finding themselves in new relationships can be difficult. Especially when you watch your friend and the new person do the activities the two of you once enjoyed.

Inseperable,

That's what everyone used to be able to call us.

Just two kids sitting side by side,

Enjoying the sunset in the glossy orange sky,

As the flowers tickled our feet.

Our hearts were repairable,

Being able to fix the mistakes life gave us.

All those torments that life would provide,

Together we made it out alive, you were my ally,

Just two kids who made it out of lifes’ spikey cleat.

Now that the new person is here.

Every wall we held up together has fallen,

Every last memory of ours is left on the ground-

Shattered...

All thanks to the new kid.

Tires running over the memories,

Smearing them on the concrete under the bus.

Can't you see them?

Or are you blinded by that racecar he is taking you in,

The racecar of everything that I lacked in being a good friend,

The racecar driving you far from me.

Leaving not a single trace of myself behind.

All thanks to that stupid kid.

Everytime we do our fun things together,

You always seem too tired to enjoy them with me.

Telling me of how you and him are always doing it,

Doing the things we loved.

So you have no room left for me.

Abandoned...

All thanks to that new kid.

Who tore you away from me from the bonds we cooperated over.

Leaving every memory we had to crumble up like garbage.

Leaving every memory we had to be forgotten.

Leaving every memory we had to be dead.

All thanks to that stupid kid.

This marathon is getting harder to compete,

Jogging for hundreds of miles with no sleep,

Trying my best to make it to the end,

In hopes of seeing you grin.

Just to have you tell me a single word,

A single word that is normally joyful,

Only to watch you hug him instead of me.

All thanks to the new kid.

How can I ever compete?

When all he does is win every competition,

Not lacking in anything,

Being loved by everyone's social standards.

Instead of being like the pariah I have become.

All thanks to that stupid kid.

Can't you hear me begging?

Begging for you to please come home,

To please return to the joyful times we had together.

We had so much fun,

And were there through everything together.

Now I'm just the discarded bandage,

That was left holding us together,

As he pulls me off your healed scab.

All thanks to that new kid.

All thanks to that stupid new kid.

[max-and-oliver]

New Coca-Cola Poem

Written by: Max Dupuy

The satisfying click of metal,

As the tab popped open,

Revealing a secret chamber for all to explore.

Moving deep into the walls of bright red, housing a chrisp love;

A love that was deep brown in color,

And was blanketed in a medium gray atmosphere.

Tilting the house down,

The brown contents raced right for me,

Popping with joy and crackling with childish laughter.

Bracing the lips to open,

Teeth playfully sitting at the edge of the blanket.

Brown liquid continued to run,

Dancing right into the mouth,

Hugging the taste buds with joy.

Closing the mouth,

Head tilting back with a chuckle,

Feeling the liquid slide right down.

Ah~

The precious memories that can only be loved with Coca~Cola.

[max-and-oliver]

Old Coca-Cola Poem

Written by: Max Dupuy

The click of metal,

Rubbing against the surface.

The gentle fuzz,

That surpassed the lips of the can.

A soothing scent,

That raced through the atmosphere.

Smelling of only what the stars could imagine;

Yet it sat there,

Beholding it s scent,

As though sharing it with all of the galaxies,

For eons to come.

Holding up the can to parted lips,

Allowing the delicate liquid,

To run a party inside of the mouth.

It swam around,

Expressing dove song in my mouth,

Letting its angelic taste,

Hug my tongue.

The crisp yet divine taste,

Warming my stomach,

Like a fresh cup of cocoa in winter,

And the coldest glass of water in summer.

The beloved feeling,

Of enjoying a can of Coca-Cola.

Aaa~ (the sound of after taking a sip)