Everything is normal
I take up the camera
To revive an old era
Just like I have before
Memories I don’t have anymore
Eyes are open, wide and red
Floor, rock, pillow, which will meet head.
The piles of tapes grow larger
As my search grows farther
I explore past film and home
All I find is I’m not alone
The drowned and lost shall have no rites
The storm crashes them into their plights.
I need to stop
Before I’m missing or shot
There’s too much to find
I forget, it messes with my mind
Everything is fine
Twins, bundle sticks and ignite the rain
Raise the knife, and leave the stain.
Fire engulfs me
I travel only to lose sleep
Packages and hotel safes
Haunted, hunted, hide my tapes
Don’t know what’s going on
My mind is missing
Where did it go?
Yellow halls and yellow hoodies
Masks
You won’t find safety here
The wicked hide, with the lost, in tears.
She’s gone, maybe dead
I can feel it in my head
I need to find him
Force, help, Tim
Birthdays come, but I’m no liar
Send the storm unto its pyre.
I want to go, he tells me to stay
But I am not blind, they run away
He tells me to quit
But I’m too far gone to stop this
Don’t-
No- No- No-
Bloody hands, broken plaster
No- No- No-
Your fault-
I worry about nothing
He wants but can’t leave
Pulled in by misery and mystery
He thinks I need help
I think I’ll do this myself
We see you, but we are blinded
By torrent rain in which you hide in.
Where is he
Don’t leave me
Who gave me a knife
I need to call- I need to take his life
Camera film takes up my eye
I can’t see past my mind
He’s a thief and a liar
Following the music of the piper
Don’t turn away from the sweet rainfall
Only to die in the storm on your false yawl.
Watch carefully and observe
Jesus Christ, he has some fucking nerve
Follow, find, and wait
Wait-
Please-
Wait-
Hold on-
Alex-!
Fell-
Shot-
Stabbed-
Him. Him. Him.
All your fault-
Him- No- No-
Bloody hands, bloody mask
Crossroads-
Because nothing’s on my mind
Friends or foes
I can’t tell
Am I the enemy?
Blue houses and blue hoodies
Masked
Everything’s in ruin
Everyone has died
I worry about nothing
But I keep it all in mind
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I wrote this poem after reading the comics for the first time. I don’t know what it is, but Marble Hornets has always felt oddly familiar to me? But, I don’t live in Alabama or have any stalkers haha (none that I know about anyways, dun dun dun). I actually wrote it for a poetry slam, but I got sick right before it, so I wasn’t able to attend. Actually it's kinda weird, I get sick every time I try to perform. Maybe it's a subconscious stage fright lol. Wishing you all a Happy New Year! I’m still a little under the weather, but my super sweet friend is coming over to my house to celebrate and I’m so excited! I hope 2025 will be filled with health, joy, and a lack of writer’s block!
Your Faithful Scrivener, and Scout, Lorelai Harper