March Madness

A Practical Discussion

A Theatrical Dispute

Hello

Hi

Allow me to introduce myself

No

I am a fake personality created by a troubled teens mind. What are you?

I am a figment,

Fake, merely something created

To comfort our creators

Splintered worries

Oh… Why do you talk like that?

I am letters on a page

Hinting at our authors rage

I am the echoes of forgotten words

And lost worlds

What you are is unbearable. Anyway! I am here to weave fantasies and tell stories that make you dream. I aspire to give you a different perspective and present things you would never think of yourself! The only reason I am called practical, is because my voice is practical compared to-

Your voice vibrates through me

Like nails on a chalkboard

Unavoidable, yet tempting

A pull to the pain

You know will come

But still question

The only question here is how permanent you are in our Starlight’s mind. I wonder if you are even a real part of them, or are they just forcing you to exist?

…I don’t know?

I might be optional

But if my position

No longer gets people to listen

Then I doubt you will do any better.

I am life

I am words given purpose

I am rhythm and rhyme 

combined to create art

If I am lost, then so art

Thou

You just used “art” for both meanings in the same sentence, stanza? And it didn’t even flow well! You aren’t very good at what you do. I, on the other hand, can speak freely without worrying about flow and rhyme.

Your words are emotionless

And you in general are hopeless

I wish you could see which one of us

Means something to our creator

Whether you admit it now or later

I am more of him then you will ever be

Due to the effort he has put into me

Exactly, you require effort! You are unnecessary, and require too much work and concentration from our creator. I, on the other hand, flow from their mind, like water from a hose, while you are a vein of rusty iron in the rock.

That didn’t sound too bad…

Now you just need to divide it

“I

On the other hand

Flow from their mind

Like water from a hose

While you

Are a vein of rusty iron

In the rock”

Your words do not distract me. I am still Starlight’s first creation, ever notice how the Practical posts come first? You are only something that distracts them, and drains them of energy.

If what you say is true

Then I have nothing to fear

Starlight has picked me

To be their chosen creation

You are MERELY

The easy path

I am worth the work

And apparently worth the risk

Time spent on me

Is time well spent,

You are simply

Something he puts together last minute

Well we aren’t here to argue. We are here to impress the masses, and hopefully not fail miserably with this March Madness thing.

You should thank me now then

For they will come to hear me

Your sass is not welcome, now we need a topic to explore

Loneliness

Fine

Do you hear it?

I’m sorry, there is really nothing to hear,

but that’s the point.

Do you hear the absence of life? Do you hear the absence of “I love you”’s?

Do you hear the lack of whispered conversations,

that are only made special because of the person you’re talking too?

Something you can only hear

when you’ve heard the chaos of company

for a part of the silence is their lack of sound.

Do you feel it?

Can you feel the emptiness in the house?

Can you feel the emotion sucked from the walls

because no one is there to enjoy the memories with you?

It feels like ice, freezing your mind

comforting

but cold.

Can you see it?

Can you see the dust that has built up on the floor?

The only footprints

your own.

Can you see their bedroom doors,

still closed from the day you shut them

so the memories would stop spilling out.

But most importantly,

can you fight it?

Can you hope for better days?

Can you shed the darkness that you have worn?

… Can you say hi to me maybe?

I know you’re lonely

But so am I!

And maybe it would do us both good

To be lonely together.