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Write a poem for me (Patreon)

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2025-03-29 10:35:38
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Please? 🙂I'll pick my favorite lines from everyone's poems and try to work them into one of my own. Maybe it becomes a song, maybe it doesn't but Eagle 1's anniversary is coming up in less than three months and I think it would be cute to make something celebrating one year with y'all.

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Celes ~{ 🍪🖤🐈 }~

I'm not quite the wordsmith you are, but I gave it a go Music ringing out in darkness Lights the path to hope and joy To your music our souls doth harken Your skill and craft work full of finesse Your off key notes will never cloy On patreon you're a bargain

pitterpatter

Also not a wordsmith, but this was bouncing around my head: An Ode to Maddi-cat Smooth and sleek, butt to tip Jealous of that gucci drip She's got nine lives and seven lugs One forty grains give spicy hugs She's ringing steel one klick out Twelve mils up is about From report to hit, two second flight Three more tics to hear the strike This kitty's purr is heat mirage Splattered lead her decoupage Cycling so slick the buffers mass Dual ejectors spitting brass Bolt in and out, back and forth Stacking hits for all she's worth Maddi-cat the best of toys So much fun, turn cash to noise

Charli Morgan

Dual ejectors? > Bolt is designed with enhanced extractor geometry and dual ejectors for reliable cycling (Daniel Defense) Ohhhh! Yeah, I was wondering why the bolt had some unique parts on it. You know what I want, now? A short stroke AR-15. Like an HK416 with a 16 inch barrel if such a thing exists...does it? EDIT: It does! The MR556A1 by H&K. Well, now I need one.

pitterpatter

I think that may be MORE gucci than your DD. ;) Other options would be the Sig MCX, LWRCI, or LMT for a similar price point, or the BRN180 for the less-monied. The SCAR-16, PWS, and the CZ BREN 2/3 are also options, but the former 2 are long-stroke systems, and the latter deviates farther from the AR platform.

Charli Morgan

Oh, gosh, yeah it is more expensive by like a thousand dollars... but ya girl's gotta have the gucci gun. I don't love the look of the MCX, though. I like CZ a lot; I have one of their pistols. Wouldn't mind having the Bren at all. There's also the SR-15, and that might be *the* most gucci rifle I can think of right now, but idk. I already have an M&P 15 it's...serviceable. My main issues with it are that I can feel where they cut costs and it really bothers me—like handling their bolt gives me a bad sensory experience. All they had to do was tumble it for a bit and it would've been baby smooth, but it's just jagged, uncoated steel, and I don't like it. It's also impossible to take apart without tools, and my favorite thing about my service rifle (M16A4 from KA) was that it could be taken apart in seconds with one hand because all the parts that didn't need to be super tight, weren't. But yeah, a short stroke gas piston is pretty cool and I kinda want it. 😅

pitterpatter

The sensory experience stuff is totally understandable. Most of my AR's are home built and they're 'ok' and 'work', but nowhere near as nice a shooting experience as my WWSD. Wants don't need to make sense. :D My only experience with pistons are either AKs, a VZ58 (love that gun), and my SCAR-17S. All fun in different ways.

Charli Morgan

I think the SCAR is really cool, but if something weighs 11 pounds, it better give me 11 pounds of capability and I feel like there are lighter weapons that are nearly as reliable. That's super cool that you [have one?], though. I'm thinking I'll probably upgrade my M&P-15 with a super lightweight 15" MLOK handguard and maybe add a magnifier to it. Oh, and I got a Vickers sling for my DD5V5 and I am never using another sling again. I mean, wow, it just works. It feels durable, there's nothong extra on it. Yeah, it's just so good. But I think I need a buttstock with a mount for the sling to save weight and such. Idk, it's just hard for me to justify purchasing another 5.56 rifle when what I have is good enough. Maybe my next weapon will be a Kriss Vector? A white one, if I can. They look so cool. I'd prefer it in 9mm, but I hear the 9mm version has a lot of problems.

pitterpatter

Oh yeah, it's a hefty beast, which I appreciate in mitigating the recoil from the .308. With sling and optic I think it weighs about 10.5-11lbs. Yes! I thought that was a BlueForceGear/Vickers sling in the pic. It's all I use on all my modern rifles. Love those slings so much. A white Kriss Vector would be throwing some hardcore cyberpunk/stormtrooper vibes. Don't know much about them except folks complaining they don't (didn't? maybe they do now?) make them 10mm.

Charli Morgan

Wait, that's about the same weight as my DD5. 😶 How!? Oh, wait, it's the scope; just over one pound. I'm also adding the weight of a 25 round magazine. I think I'm at just over 10 pounds.

pitterpatter

Haha, ah, but mine only has a 16" barrel, and for me that's unloaded weight. A 20rd steel FN mag adds almost 2lbs. So loaded and ready to play the SCAR weighs closer to 13lbs.

Charli Morgan

13 pounds!? I am far too scrawny for such a weapon

trem_low

I'm no poet but I did read something quite beautiful once: Under darkened lights with black stars Where silent winds howl and no light treads Where onyx thoughts lie under dead suns I will hold you close and love you still.

trem_low

I've tried a few times to find the source to no avail and I can't remember where I first read it either.

Seph[🍪🖤🐈]

MECHAGORAPHOBIA You might dream to join us become one of the Dragoons. To command an Extra-Nervous Armored Chassis Titan we mostly say that we E.N.A.C.T. I would be wrong to say its something you should not desire; to be saddled cage in casket your own welded C.I.C. It isn’t tight spaces, burning lungs, or lonely stints that make the cost so dire; because the Mechagoraphobia is what makes us what you see. If you can even make it past the interviews and tests for Dragoon Academy. You’ll find the only place that seeks the ones who break like me. First they give you half a year of classrooms showing every system chart; while you practice stretches that feel like some performance art. Then they show you to the simulator, your new artificial home. A near perfect facsimile of casket, cage and throne. The only difference that you’ll see is how they seal the lock; explosive bolts for those inside who decide they have to take a walk. So with just more then room to stand you learn how to walk a titan across the land A month in isolation spent in your saddle recumbent. Too long for the sane not to writhe So for each week the class will lose a tithe. At last the isolation comes to end across the coms a single friend. A partner who you’ll learn to trust. As you each learn to adjust to moving as a pair through sim stages. when using motion transfer cages. You walk and crawl and lift and climb Then pull each other up behind. You learn what you can do combined but still don’t know that you are blind. At six weeks you’re taken out. But you wont yet feel the doubt, you’re not even close to that. Next you must survive the vat. You don’t hesitate to breath fresh air, you still have time before your there. At last you get to see the face of your companion from that tight place. Together you take a solid meal, Together you’ll face the next ordeal. A clear chamber that has been sized to the trial you just survived. Each of you draws a straw, the winner gets to stand inside. They place the mouth piece into their jaw, and prepares to feel the sudden tide. You know just what will happen next you’ve been given endless context. You bite down and at once feel it open up your teeth. you try to relax you’re wet to the knees then you start to feel the sheath. Across your tongue and then beyond you know the fluids at your waist. At last you feel it pour into your chest as within perflourocarbon you are embraced Just before you break with fear you hear their voice within you ear. “Relax my friend and do not heed your instincts lie; you will drown but fail to die.” Your class is all gathered round now one tenth its size. “You’ve done well to make it here” your instructor says with pride “but next you must be Augmented so you can Enact. Neural expansion units aren’t perfected, they can sometimes paralyze. And while the odds are slim there are a few who have died” no one takes this final chance for the sane to extract. They take a white crescent sliver from round back between both your ears; and while they have you opened up they insert several tiny tiny spears: each of which transmits and monitors but never truly interferes Then they replace what they took with something Charged to last a hundred years something not meant to change you but nonetheless make you more then what you were. Even then the augmentations not complete, a hundred small transceivers beneath your skin, behind your eyes. After a months long slumber to heal all the damage the process did incur. You’ll find yourself much different when you finally arise. Awaken to a gaunt pale stranger in the mirror. Soon you start to wonder at how you now appear. Shining spots upon each temple and dotted along your skin. Introduced to your new team you’re pleased to see your savior is still there. And as greetings are exchanged none can help but stare at the dragoons around them with who they are now kin. Back in the simulators for months with teams and new hardware. The exit option still exists but none would ever dare. A combat sim finally gives the first taste of what it means to E.N.A.C.T You bite down hard and then your casket floods with fear. A shift in perspective, a nearly impossible abstract. The whole world becomes abruptly clear. E.N.A.C.Ts aren’t giant, humans are all just very small. And it doesn’t take you long to realized you’ve never seen anything at all. Others will not get it they could never really understand. “welcome home” they say when cutting open your metal shell; we Haven’t the heart to tell them our home lies within that metal hell. The slurry is ambrosia the carbon scrubbers make the air feel so fresh. The adrenaline of combat the excuse to E.N.A.C.T our one relish. We don’t get how they stand it, the lack of power, lack of size. Dear god how do they manage seeing with only those two eyes! They move on just two legs I can hardly stomach less then four! And the lack of armor just disturbs me to my core. And with only one speech channel it always takes ages to discus But listen to their whispers; they think somethings wrong with us! They are all so isolated never felt an others touch, But if you ask them they say the Augmentations are too much! Mechagoraphobia they call knowing one self complete! hey no charecter limit. neat! accidentally hit enter after the fourth sonnet the first time and had to delete the comment and start copying and pasting them again. i originally started this project months ago after being inspired by your music. it got dropped after a few tries of me getting frustrated by the ryme scheme and feeling like it was getting out of control. but i restarted it because you asked for poems and id already had a couple peices of this one (just the concept really. and a few couplets i reused or reworked) I'm still not completly happy with it but im very happy its done and im happy about being able to sit and write for a few (i really dont want to admit how many) consecutive hours and wrote a poem for the first time in years. thank you for inspiring me charli!

Charli Morgan

Okay, I need to have my coffee before I read this in its entirety, but it's very unique so far. I dare say *epic*. I'll let you know once I've read it all 🙂

Seph[🍪🖤🐈]

I couldn’t bring myself to make it a number of lines not divisible by 12 so it needed to be 6 sonnets. I’m not sorry about that I enjoyed writing it. I await your thoughts good or bad, Just excited that you’re reading it

Charli Morgan

Okay. Wow. You are, like, really fucking good. "Relax my friend and do not heed your instincts lie; you will drown— not die." Is really, really good. My favorite one. I love this so much. I swear I do. Write more poetry bc this was something special. 🤍

Seph[🍪🖤🐈]

Im so very very pleased you like it. That line/ couplet is one of the very few that made it in from my earlier draftings and I do love it. I’m kinda enchanted by the idea of the very visceral connection between man and machine especially liquid breathing (so your lungs don’t collapse under high pressure or G forces) where your body is constantly telling you you’re currently dying but you have to work around it because it’s wrong about that. I’m not sure if I got it through very well but the E.N.A.C.T is supposed to have a kinda self bondage vibe undercurrent to it. I’m so happy you read it and I’m so happy you enjoyed it. Thank you

Seph[🍪🖤🐈]

couldnt get back to sleep and this one started to weasel its way into my head while i made some food. Don't call me an A.I I am no computer not a simple tool for my dear host. What we have is far deeper then she could ever boast. She’s never even touched him she only shares his bed. How could she possibly compare to one who lives inside his head. We have been forever shes just his newest whore. While I have known his deepest self, we have is so much more. We are an Eternal pair even death could not make us part. So why then is it I am scared when he looks into my heart. I know how much he loves her I cant help but feel it too Perhaps my darkness will abide if I admit our need is true.

Seph[🍪🖤🐈]

You know I’m not sure it’s actually dark? Just a synthetic person struggling with the fact they want to be a part of their host’s romantic relationship. Not dark just poly. Granted the ending surprised even me while I wrote it.