Gravity Falls: Why Mabel Pines is not awful by ThereallylargeFly, literature
Literature
Gravity Falls: Why Mabel Pines is not awful
A DEFENSE OF MABEL PINES FROM THE SHOW GRAVITY FALLS
Contains: Spoilers for Gravity Falls and Journal 3
Okay, if you found the ending and Mabel's character unsatisfying, good on you for having opinions. If you didn't like something, good! We should demand good characterization from our media (although I do think it's a little ridiculous to hold children's shows up
to this kind of criticism). I'm not going to try and change anyone's mind here, just offer some counterpoints for the sake of it (will contain spoilers for Journal 3).
First: The things that Dipper sacrificed for Mabel would have often made him selfish for not sacrificing. His j
Net Neutrality Poem by ThereallylargeFly, literature
Literature
Net Neutrality Poem
This thing? The internet?
We built it, not you
We decided what flies
You just provided the materials
We’re the one who built all this intricate stuff
So, stop trying to stick your grubby fingers further into the pie
Because it doesn’t belong to you
Four hours ago you quit fighting wakefulness
Stomach is empty, but head’s nothing but fullness
Stuck reliving days, picturing my face
Rats in the wall, one way out of this place
So let’s run, let’s attempt to fly
Better to be killed than allow oneself to die
Hands in pockets, early morning wanders
With every streetlight your shadow grows longer
Fog in your head, death in your nose
One day, you hope, your lungs will close
Your belly will rupture, your face just gash
Your throat will drown in volcanic ash
And I will be there, to watch and laugh
He awoke one night to find her taken
Or else his warped mind mistaken
Beaten bones and curdled soul
He fell to the sand beneath the toll
The tears turned the dry to a drowning swell
As from the edge of the world he fell
Time and again to rhyme and reason
His mind executed for its treason
And should the stains ever dry
He’d wish his heart ceased to die
And if he had not been torn apart
Some might still wish to be in his heart
Little girl finds little boy
Buried in the sand
His eyes too wide to understand
She cradled him in the evening light
And stayed with him long into the night
She was his friend and he her child
And her presence made the world less wild
All that he would ever need
Her by his side and pills to feed
A horror story turned romance then tragedy
And left him with the barest adversary
The hair and teeth were banished
While in her grace, he languished
Small in form but large in mind
He was caring and she was kind
With all the love alone in his bed
Plenty wished to live in his head
Like Hell in Our Skulls by ThereallylargeFly, literature
Literature
Like Hell in Our Skulls
Bugs are squirming in the walls
Bells are ringing in the back of my head
Bodies like battlefield remains
A remnant who wishes he was dead
Gorge ourselves of lust
With the bottle we fight
Do what we can because we must
The unconscious don’t have trouble sleeping at night…
Little boy, running through the halls
The monster by your window still calls
Even behind the therapy desk
You’ve got taller things to worry about
Hair and teeth, nothing but made to bleed
Always wounded, with only one need
Lash out, sit down, and please pretend
That others desire to live inside your head
Experimental 2#: Spring by ThereallylargeFly, literature
Literature
Experimental 2#: Spring
Cue the disapproval
Cue the empty applause
Dig up what’s been buried
Jump into the fall
That’s the way
To your heart
That’s away
To falling apart
Falling is a triumph
Smiling for the death of professionalism
Smiling, for never again waking up alone
Wondering, where you are
Tug at my heart
Tug whimpering dog
Plasticate me
Eliminate me
Make your memory go away
Guilty gig
Indulgent pig
Net Neutrality Poem by ThereallylargeFly, literature
Literature
Net Neutrality Poem
This thing? The internet?
We built it, not you
We decided what flies
You just provided the materials
We’re the one who built all this intricate stuff
So, stop trying to stick your grubby fingers further into the pie
Because it doesn’t belong to you
“You have to die to get to heaven” is going to be my last poem for Life in Poetry, Chronicle of the First. I’ll be starting up Chronicle of the Second soon. If you have any questions about the subject, comment here or on my profile and I’ll answer them.
I hope it is a noteworthy way to end it. I just want a fresh slate. I want my poetry to be deeper, more meaningful. Maybe this will help, maybe it won’t. But I want to try it. It’s very important to me to do the best I can.
That’s why poems are going to come not as quickly. I’m thinking of setting up series
My Poem "Obsolescence", was my 130th deviation! YEAH!!!!!!
Thank you all for the support I have received. I know that I only have a handful of watchers, but I'm still happy to be here and creating stuff for you all. :)
Here's to another 130 deviations, eh?
See you then. :D