I wrote more poetry

Yeah, haven't done that in a long while

It's kinda another vent thing

It seems like more and more of my creative shit these days is more edgy vent shit...

Wonder if that is important at all

Anyways, this one is called "Pitiful Puppeteer"

And is to be read to the cadence of "Dialtone" from the Deltarune Chapter 2 OST

yeah, crazy original and not at all cringe

Whatever

If you're still reading this, and still care enough to read the poem

Here you go

oh, pitiful puppeteer.

what happened to you here?

That filled you up with fear

It may not seem that clear.

Oh my friend

Oh, pitiful puppeteer

Now matter how you shout,

They always drown you out.

It leaves you full of doubt.

All alone

Oh, pitiful puppeteer

You cannot shed a tear.

You are always trapped in here,

You're paralyzed with fear.

Goodbye now

Pitiful

Puppeteer

Yeah, that's not like anything anyone's done before, is it?

Yeah yeah, edgy teen posts their shitty edgy poetry to Newgrounds

What is this? 2009?

I get it

It's stupid, and cringe, and weird, and crazy

But I don't care

I need this

It feels like the only kind of creative things I can do anymore is make shitty writing projects

And emphasis on the shitty

I've said that word a lot, huh?

Whatever

Hope you enjoy the thing

If you don't, I don't blame you

If you do, why and how?

Seriously, that wasn't meant to be self-depricating

I want your honest feedback.

Feel free to tell me your interpretation of the poem as well

Well, I've probably rambled on long enough

I doubt anyone will really see this

But, that's cool

At least it's out there, right?

Well, I finally decided to make a full album

But...there is a catch

It's a concept album

And each of the tracks is extremely experimental

Just in case it isn't clear yet

THIS IS NOT NORMAL MUSIC

IF YOU WANT NORMAL MUSIC,

WAIT A LITTLE LONGER!!!

well, now that's cleared up

Hope you all can listen to it anyway

It may not be the most pleasant experience

But it's my feelings

And my feelings are important

I hope they matter to you as well

Yeah, so...about that...

I'm just not feeling up to it anymore.

It sucks as much to me as it does to the two or three people actually listening to my music

I've basically given up on art entirely, so if by some chance you didn't unfollow me already because I stopped doing art... Do so now

I wouldn't hold it against you...

But back on topic, the long gap between each release

I'm kinda burnt out...

Have been for a while now I bet.

The few times I try to make a new song, I don't end up liking it

And if by some miracle I do finish a song, I just sit on it for months at a time before actually releasing it.

I just...don't feel that *spark* anymore...y'know?

Like, when I first started doing this whole "creator" shtick, I did it because it was fun, and I wanted to make things other people would enjoy as much as I do

But I don't even enjoy it anymore...

And my thought process is "If I don't enjoy my music anymore, how could anyone else?"

I just don't have the fires of passion burning within me...

It's just a pathetic attempt to stoke long dead flames...

All that remains is naught but ash and cinder....

If I do make any more music, I'll try to remember to post it sooner, rather than later

Thanks for taking the time and reading all of this whackjob rambling

-KBM

Yeah, that's me...I'm JackAttack2001. I'm trying to leave those days behind me. I want to put his memory to rest, why can't you let him be at peace, why not let me be at peace

Tell you what, if you can find this fast enough, I'll answer the first 20 questions commented here

Let's get a mystery going, shall we internet?

(I'm borrowing this account from Cruc1bl3 to answer any questions about that night.)

Hi, it's me, ya boi! Ok imma cut to the chase. I haven't uploaded anything in a while. Why is that? I just haven't felt like it, lol. Hear me out hear me out. I just don't feel like I don't have the *spark* I used to have. I feel like I've just lost my will to art. Of any kind. Drawing, music, anything. It just doesn't bring me the same kind of joy it used to.

I'm taking an indefinite hiatus until I feel like I want to do art again.

I'm sorry if this displeasures you. But not to be a jerk, but it wasn't about you. It was about me, and sharing what made me joy in the hopes others get joy from it as well. My philosophy will be "If it doesn't bring me joy, how could it bring joy to anyone else?" I don't want to go over the deep end with overwork, crunch, and eventual burnout. I'm doing it for you guys second, I come first. My mental health and joy comes first. I just can't feel joy about doing art right now. I just hope the *spark* comes back to me. I'll post the latest version of my OC, and some lore documents. That's it for now. I already made it, I'm just re uploading it here. Twitter is for art, NG is for Music. Simple as.

I'm not sorry for any butthurt this caused you.

If I haven't offended you yet, be patient, I'll get to you shortly.

-Crucible

Hey, if you're reading this, you probably follow me. If you're reading this and somehow don't, there's no need for you to do so. I won't ask it of you, and I frankly would prefer if I was a more small time creator.

But anyways back to the topic at hand: I make music now!! Yaay! I currently only have two songs up atm, but you should expect more, what I lack in frequency of posts made, I feel, is made up for enough by the quality, effort, time, and patience I put into every note. Feel free to give them a listen if you so desire, as you have no obligation to do such. I would gladly take any criticism, comment, or rating. If I am destined to fail on this site, so shall it be. I honestly couldn't care less what y'all think of my music, as long as I'm happy, I'm fine, but it would be nice if I could make at least one othet person happy as well. So think about listening to my music, again you don't have to, and you have no reasons or obligations to. Thank you for your time

-crucible

Hey I've finally gotten around to looking at my old story, while it was good... I noticed some places where I could improve upon it. The revised story will be bellow.

The Hill of the Mirror's End

There were two mirrors standing alone in a field atop a small but sturdy hill. No one knows why they were there, who put there or why they did this. All that was known was that one was a bright white mirror, while the other to its parallel, directly opposing it was a dark, black mirror.

One summer day the sun was particularly bright and harsh. So as the midday approached, and the sun hit the black mirror. It then reflected itself onto its parallel, it was said that on that day the white mirror turned a deep black, a deeper black then that of even the mirror to its parallel, it went shattering onto the ground below. Then only in that moment in the speed of a summer wind's blink the black mirror fell forwards, toward the once proud white mirror. Revealing it to be white on its backside, the only side the white mirror never saw.

Then with the flow of time as a summers soft breeze gives way to the winding winds of the autumn did a small procession of travelers discover the hill. On once two mirrors once proudly stood, gave way only for grey dust, its tale was quickly understood by the travelers, who named this hill "The hill of the mirrors end." Then as time gave way to its mysterious methods. Two large castles were built.

There were two walls standing alone on a now flattened plain. No one knows why they were there, who put them there or why they did this. All that was known was that one was a bright, white wall with a blackened inside, while the other to its parallel, directly opposing it was a dark, black wall with a whitened inside, where the former hill's former name would ring all too true as the walls went to war.

(This is not the story) Hello, this is about a short story I wrote up, but can't find a meaning for. Any interpretation is welcome as long as it's not directly hateful towards your fellow human. Be they any race, gender, ethnicity, sexuality, or religion. Please find a way to harmonize with your earthly kin

The story begins below

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There were two mirrors standing alone in a field atop a small but sturdy hill. No one knows why they were there, who put there or why they did this. All that was known was that one was a bright white mirror, while the other to its parallel, directly opposing it was a dark, black mirror.

One summer day the sun was particularly bright and harsh. So as the midday approached, and the sun hit the black mirror. It then reflected itself onto its parallel, it was said that on that day the white mirror turned a deep black, shattering onto the ground below. Then only in that moment it the speed of a summer wind's blink the black mirror fell forwards, toward the once proud white mirror. Revealing it to be white on its backside, the only side the white mirror never saw.

Then with the flow of time as a summers soft breeze gives wat to the winding winds of the autumn did a small procession of travelers discover the hill. On once two mirrors once proudly stood, gave way only for grey dust, its tale was quickly understood by the travelers, who named this hill "The hill of the mirrors end." Then as time gave way to its mysterious methods. Two large castles were built.

There were two walls standing alone on a now flattened plain, where the former hill's former name would ring all too true as the walls went to war.