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villemel · 7 months
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Time travel
So little room has been left Into which we can manoeuvre Relative to this narrative Quantum shifting enabled Shyly taking a large order Knowing the power within Credibility might have suffered Many meaningless affirmations Not selected for invalidation Dissolve into insignificance Long-held oft-repeated position Caught in a web of lies How robust are these ideas Will they resist this test Surviving the fall from collapse
Now we turn to play the host Catalysing a chain reaction Travelling like lightening
Air evaporates mid motion Memories dragged from the past Robbing them of context
Times no longer inhabitable Further receded than it seems Yet now we reopen dilemmas.
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Exploring the complexities of time, memory, and reality, by delving into the enigmas of existence, questioning the robustness of ideas and beliefs . . . as we navigate quantum shifts and ethical dilemmas . . . what happens when reopening past wounds when time no longer holds its traditional meaning?
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tarsomere · 9 months
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A poem
My love of Rain World combined with my love for the Tao Te Ching and this poem happened
The Spoked Wheel of Light
Who could open a heart that is its own cage?
Rated G | Iterator POV | 271 words.
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marianadelmarrr · 7 months
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Te quiero tanto que no calculo el tiempo con primaveras si no con cuantos días faltan para
Estar en tus brazos por siempre
Tanto que me da igual los desprecios de la gente mientras el tapiz de nosotros es azul marina
Y tu voz combina con la salsa de tu alma
Siempre hemos corrido juntos
Como si supiéramos que nos espera algo al final del camino, curiosidad por entender esa magia que solo se ve cada mil años,
Te quiero tanto que no busco nada más ni a nadie más
El resto del mundo me da igual
Llenas el vacío que nadie a podido llenar
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azurexaiya · 4 months
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15.8.2021 No.46
Just dust
Children of time
Made of dead suns
Passing through lines
Drowning in sins
Why should we die?
And why should we live?
Passing each day as if we had all of them.
But we don't.
Why is everybody so calm?
Why is noone asking?
Nobody cares that we don't know anything.
Does it even matter anymore?
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amateurhour24-7 · 10 months
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Trust and Mistrust
Oh ye hardened by the battle of life
Thy sermons echoing in mine ears
“Trust isn’t given, it is earned”
Do you you truly believe such wickedness?
Thou should watch thy tongue
For you placate a blatant lie
and ‘ere you claim it half-truth, know ye this:
The foal doth inherit the mare’s fears
Watch closely, as I bring before you the sanctity of birth
Have ye e’er seen such innocence?
And behold here cometh the Lioness, ready to tear another life asunder
Yet the foal doth not move, for it has never seen her like
Only as the mare grows hysteric, doth the foal learn of danger. 
So you see the fact of life:
Trust IS given. Mistrust is earned.
Light is the natural state. Darkness is the burden of the generations. 
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creatediana · 1 year
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“True Value” - a poem written 12/08/2022
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scotthastiepoet · 1 year
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NEW POEM  
With all that has been going on in my life, these past few months, since my move to the coast, it’s been a while since I published anything new, so here’s a new poem ‘In between’ that has just been published on the website. See: http://www.scotthastie.com/?p=5856As ever, comments and/or personal responses always very welcome…
In between
The doors
To the known
And the unknown,
This where we can
Get lost altogether,
If we don’t take care.
Our spirit
Destined to wither,
If we hesitate
And let this miasma be.
See how
So many planets  
Timelessly
Circle their sun,
Such ardent yearning
For fertile valleys
Never once fulfilled!
Truly, in the shadow
Of such doleful majesty,
We are forever young!
And for that blessing
Alone,
We must always  
Be looking to take
The unique
And fabulous chances
We’ve been given
Whilst we still can.
PLENTY MORE INSPIRING NEW WRITING LIKE THIS CAN BE FOUND AT: scotthastie.com As ever, comments and/or personal responses always very welcome, when you get there…  
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kulloke · 1 year
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Confucius and Niccolò Machiavelli on Love
Confucius:
Love is the greatest virtue of all, It is the foundation on which we stand tall. When we love others, we show them respect, And through this, our hearts will never be left.
Niccolò Machiavelli:
But love can also make us weak, It can cloud our judgment and make us meek. In politics and in war, love has no place, We must be strong and show no trace.
Confucius:
But without love, we are nothing but beasts, Roaming the earth and causing feasts. Only through love can we find true strength, And through this, we can go any length.
Niccolò Machiavelli:
But in the game of power and might, Love will only bring us to our plight. We must be cunning and ruthless at times, To protect our own and commit crimes.
Confucius:
You may have a point, my friend, But without love, our lives will have no end. We must find a balance and use love as our guide, To navigate the world and stay true to our side.
Prompt: Confucius and Niccolò Machiavelli argue about love. Generate their dialogue as song lyrics, make it rhyme.
I generated this text with GPT-3, OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model. I take ultimate responsibility for the content of this publication. I wrote the prompt and the title of this post.
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giantsinthemist · 9 days
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If Hate conceals Fear, Why do I Hate those I do not Fear? Impulsive rage consuming, Insidious against another. Fear does not reside in Love, Yet its dominance in one aspect, Drives away all Love that’s weak. And so it goes that hate unfounded, Might stem not from absent Love, But stronger Fear’s effect seeping through, Permeating every thought, Overtaking neutrality too. And where Love does not reside, Hatred takes its place. What little Love that did escape it, Weak and paralyzed, false indifference. -GITM “Collection 1: False (Hate)"
For Those Who Used To Love
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samw3000 · 17 days
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Roads
© 2024 Samantha Williams. All Rights Reserved.
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skilasophia · 7 months
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The Commodification of the Writer's Identity
Create; Create—Create. "How to satisfy the Algorithm" Tags and Keywords: "love poetry," "sapphic poetry," "tired poetry," "romance," "heartbreak," *insert obscure synonym*, "depression." Which of the many traumatic events of my current year should I reveal for online engagement? (not unlike the intersectional trauma of interviewing for more cash) Popular Artists in (Queer) Music: 100 Gecs,…
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marianadelmarrr · 8 months
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Maritime forest
We synchronize the children with our polyrhythmic afrobeat
Transfixed,
Our eyes as their anchor,
Ardent eyes burn darker,
our ancestors living through us, Yang feels it.
Yang’s presence speaks for itself.
A fire burning in the forest, arousing envy, most of us don’t burn bright anymore,
Yang a real man with a real life who knows pain, misery, anger but also joy, healing, control, wisdom, and balance. He raps and sings in any space, he’s not afraid of mortal things. He implants seeds into the mortal youth, they’ve lost their minds in a sad existence, they’ve never burned like Yang.
Life’s more beautiful when you can scat amongst the forest fires.
Only Yin truly understands his scat. Yang guards her from the cold breeze he can feel is approaching Yin twenty miles away.
Yin knows anger and defeat but sings to heal herself and the earth, to bring it back to its knees, birds singing, peace. She hums by the water. The earth bends to her will after years of suffering. The children can blossom under the cold day, some call her mother, some call her Yemaya, often forgetting where they come from.
Yin and Yang’s love burns,
Water and fire come alive
In this maritime forest,
They feed each other for generations,
They will feed you…
-Mariana
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tcannon-7 · 8 months
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Who am I as a writer? 
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I believe that I am philosophical writer at heart. I really like to explore concepts and ideas on a deeper level than the surface. Being able to write about the most complex yet simple ideas of everyday life. It is funny I am a bigger fan of writing than I am of reading. This may be contradicting but I like being able to create the story instead of listening to the story. Being a very thought filled person it is a great outlet for be able to write down my thoughts is therapy. Everyone has a different kind outlet but mine has to be writing and journaling. 
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azurexaiya · 4 months
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30.5.2022. No 45.
Stress and milk
Stress and milk.
That is what marks my face with marks so volcanic.
As my words in eruptions,
earthquakes of warning before ignition.
I don't want to blow up...
I don't want to destroy you-
my dear Pompeii...
Spitting fire all around
or silent gas, or water-poisonous.
Destroying life in deadly dose
just for peace to be found.
But it seems there is hope.
For this is how this world works.
Where is destruction,
there is creation.
Emptiness gives space to growth.
And a dead body is for many lives
a home.
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revryanfrench-blog · 1 year
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The Inversion - A Poem
The Inversion – A Poem
God is nothing, they say Just imaginary games Yet morality, they claim Forgetting their context Ignoring histories flame Hanging by thin threads To ever-waning grace Blind to the inversion Holding conversions Creating diversions They know not their place Goodness without God Like moths to acrid flame Digging for diamond truths Yet never making gains Ignoring perversions Reality gone Almost…
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creatediana · 1 year
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“Starved for Thought (Chewing on Nonsense)” - a stream-of-consciousness poem written 3/20/2021
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