Young Writers Society

Geez, this is a blast to the past. I was a huge Creepypasta kid back in the day, always love seeing new material about the stories I grew up with popping up.

There's a delightful irony about a beautiful love poem between two murderers with dark pasts. The contrast between gross and disturbing quotes and sweet confessions is stark, but appreciated. It creates a unique blend that's part horrifying, part endearing, and part hilarious.

On a side note, shipping is massive within the Creepypasta community. Anyone can go on Youtube or Tumblr or Deviantart and find thousands of videos of characters like these engaging with each other romantically. Where those lose me is when they forget what exactly the character's they're shipping have done. No longer are they murderous or scary, they just become two regular, quirky people with interesting designs and a relationship. At that point, why bother involving Creepypasta characters at all?

I think that's where you hit the mark. You remembered who these characters were and portrayed them that way, on TOP OF writing a love poem. It's far more appropriate and is why you nailed the contrast between horror, romance, and humor so well.

Anyways, thank you for the nostalgic and well written poem. Like Ellie Mae said, I love the word choice here and I don't spot any technical problems. Have a wonderful day!

Hey there! This was such a lovely song of yours. I always love these, that you post! What really stood out to me about this one, was, I can see so much growth in your language that you use. You use some really cool words here, like talking about quell. I found that you were extremely descriptive. Let me share some of my favorite parts:

For once, the hate in me quells

You are the one who understands

Your wooden heart turns with music when you see me

I can feel the strings inside me breaking

Come and join me, together we will be

Me and you and you and me

I’ve rotted to the deepest part of me

What am I but crawling bugs and dirty candy?

A hatred for the world carried like a disease

Children screech and scream, won’t leave me be

Expected to smile like I still have love within