Y'all, first, I would like to say thank you to all the fantastic writers and readers who have supported me on this site. I am so blessed to have so many people tuning in to what my crazy self has to say. THANK YOU SO MUCH! also, I'd like to say that it really makes my day to see a comment on one of my posts, be it a thumbs-up or criticism, or a question! I will totally respond to any comments posted with questions or concerns. and I would love to see what you guys are looking for more of from me, be poetry (comedy or serious dun dun dun duuuun) or more stories or expansions or anything. I am up to the call! again, thank you all SO MUCH for welcoming me into this community! :)

\are we clear?/

[yeah, I think so. Clarisse, we're clear!]

\you know, this isn't going to work. that hard drive is seriousy armed./

[we have to try. if this gets out, the Creativity Station is going to be working overdrive for a LONG time. Hurry up with the Disruptor, will you, Clarisse!?]

{almost... got it... you know, Alvin, you could be helping me!}

[nah, it's more fun this way.]

{you're a jerk.}

\you guys, c'mon. we're all friends here, right? let's just finish this up. all this code is creeping me out./

{right. and... we're up. Disruptor full power.}

_ignition_

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Whatever you do in the world,

Will be insignificant.

You can sugar coat it if you want,

Say that its not true.

But one day there will be no one left,

To remember me or you.

You can be a famous singer,

Like Beyonce of Jay-Z,

Or a nobel prize winner,

Like Albert or Humphrey.

It all doesn't matter.

Ashes are just ash.

Will the world end in ice?

Or in a red hot flash?

The point of this poem,

Is not to make you sad,

But to tell you to enjoy your time,

And stop being so mad.

Stop worrying about little things,

Release all that stress and dread.

Don't worry about that broken glass

Or your messy unmade bed.

Enjoy life.

Smile at the sky.

Laugh when something is funny,

And enjoy the wild ride.

My friend was going through a rough time, so I put this on her phone case.

When the sky turns grey,

Smile.

When the lightning strikes,

Laugh.

When the thunder claps,

Cheer.

When the rain falls,

Applaud.

Because you know,

That eventually,

The sky will turn blue, 

The lightning will stop,

The thunder will silent,

The rain will disappear,

The storm will pass,

And you will have a headstart.