Yes, the poems are based on these art pieces I made on my DA.

Six days...

You're out of cards Stanford,

now it's my turn.

And with an ace up my sleeve, there's nowhere you and those two brats can run.

The past is coming alive in vivid colour,

so I suggest you make like a deck of cards and split.

Hah, get it? Split?!

Stan Pines... Stan was an interesting man. An interesting man with a past. A past that seemed to follow after him like an invisible dream-demon that would never let him forget it.

Oh. Right. He was an invisible dream-demon that would never let Stan let go of the past events. Well that explained it all! No wonder why the elderly man was so defeated, tired, and paranoid! No why wonder he jumped at every shadow when alone! No wonder why he chased off every person who ever tried to get close to him! No wonder why he just spent so many hours of his free time just sitting in front of that TV of his!

That black-and-white TV, that barely showed any colour. The thing was ancient and always had such a fuzzy picture and sound, yet that never deterred the man in any way, shape, or form. He just sat there, flipping through the channels with an uninterested look in his eyes, trying to drown himself in all the old, nostalgic programs of a past that occurred even before the events he so abhorred. It was almost like Stan thought if he sat in front of the television long enough, he would be sucked in to that happy world, where everything worked out to be fine in the end. Where no one's troubles were ever too large to be solved. Where everyone felt happy and loved, and worries just seemed to melt away with a snap of someone's fingers.

Well, he could do that just as well as those people in the TV! With a snap of his fingers, Stan could've been reimbursed. He could have everything he ever wanted again. All of it! If the man had just agreed when he'd offered to do that for him so long ago... Of course, Stan's neck would go snapping too. But death was a good solution to these sort of problems was it not? After all. If he was so miserable in his current life, what was to say that he might not like death better? Well, he didn't know really, but he certainly supposed that Stan would appreciate his generous offer.

BZZZT! WRONG!

Instead, he decided to accept the twins under his wings.

"Just for the summer only." He promised himself. "You can handle two kids for the summer!"

No one left Gravity Falls. Not on his watch.

Stan's greate-nice and nephew would be spending the summer in Gravity Falls. Now wasn't that a surprise? Stan may have not shown it at first, but he genuinely seemed to like his relatives, and even saw a little bit of himself in the boy. Awww! How sweet was that?! Stan was getting all sentimental with the two of them?! Cute! Just too cute!

When the time came, and the twins discovered just how much of a liar their great-uncle (Or Grunkle, as they had dubbed him. Time was money after all!) truly was, watching his heart break for a second time would be all the more satisfying.

Stan Pines was an interesting man with a past. But he was also a dead man. The past would repeat itself. And this time Stan wouldn't come out unscathed.