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Experiment I need some ideas for my poems

First loss

First loss

I call unto the Lady of the Night
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I'm having an creative burnout and literally can't think of anything to write. Could some of you lads suggest me anything so I have something to work on? About your life, sadness, depression, coping, anything?
 
Write one about bouncy castles tbh.
 
Do you think I could fit fucking bouncy castles in my grimdark and depressing poems?
Write one about a depressing bouncy castle tbh. Lol
 
watch some dark/depressing movies or play some dark/depressing games.
 
Write one about a depressing bouncy castle tbh. Lol
Ok you idiot I will do it.
watch some dark/depressing movies or play some dark/depressing games.
TBH got any recommendations? Normie movies and shit don't do anything for me and I have not been scared by a game for a long time.
 
Ok you idiot I will do it.

TBH got any recommendations? Normie movies and shit don't do anything for me and I have not been scared by a game for a long time.
Go outside and interact with things and look at stuff tbh.
 
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Everybody should hate the Jews.
 
Roses are red, violets are blue.
Elliot Rodger was a chad, and had promises to keep.
Tormented by his nightmares, he could never sleep.
Revenge is a promise Elliot had to keep.

He rises from his bed, with a vision of skulls throughout the streets.
One glance at a stacy, and a fury of rage he would seek.
Surrounded with loneliness in his head, he was supreme, magnificent, and deep.

Listening to his sister's vagina plunged through the seep, he kept it clean.
He always would pace, and cry for a hello.
No one bothered to care, so he despaired.
 
Roses are red, violets are blue.
Elliot Rodger was a chad, and had promises to keep.
Tormented by his nightmares, he could never sleep.
Revenge is a promise Elliot had to keep.


He rises from his bed, with a vision of skulls throughout the streets.
One glance at a stacy, and a fury of rage he would seek.
Surrounded with loneliness in his head, he was supreme, magnificent, and deep.


Listening to his sister's vagina plunged through the seep, he kept it clean.
He always would pace, and cry for a hello.
No one bothered to care, so he despaired.
Damn this is cool you rhymemog me so hard tbh.
 
Write one about an incel as a king tbh.
 

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