Ladies and gentlemen... the WrongPlanet writing showcase
I do avant garde poetry. Here's something:
New Blue
1.The equation of one part and the whole
2. One part of the one part of the equation
3. The partness
One part of an equation. Is it nothing he said? Did I say something?
The active microcosmic archetype in terms of it's relationship with the active disguised spiritual extroversion self as known in terms of it's place in connection with attunement to the vibrations of the outer cosmic worlds as the domains of the space unknown or reverse collective unconscious, presents mechanisms which in their distance from that which constitutes this alternative idea of the mind, call attention to the need for a construction parallel to the idea of a robot, because the neo myth spectacles have now determined that robotics cannot exist without the idea of the humanoid servant and that this ideal is equivalent to the concept of a robot itself.
Shades of blue formness
The partness
shades of blue
The equation between the part and the equation
shades of blue formness
The seed
shades of blue
The equation, the equationness, the equation part, the equations, the greater equation, and the greater equation network.
Blue shades of blue formness
Blues
That is the blue of
isness and isness
The parallel just mentioned is connected with the alter destiny parallel to online education.
1. One part of a network of networks of equations
2. One, is and an.
Times like these
Forms of blue shade and shade and shade
I don't have any forms
Theres no blue part of it that doesn't have any shade of time
It is time that people recognize that major threshold endeavors in the field of robotics must be put on hold until a model for a parallel to the ideal humanoid machine can be created, otherwise the phenomenon of online education will continue to distract people from focusing on a way of being that acknowledges the need for a quasi robot spirit vessel; A new yet old kind of medium that promotes the alter destiny.
When and where
Is of isness
Formness to blue
Shades
Is that formness of the form?
It didn't get it
Doesn't the blue know
1. One equation of the part and one part of an equation as one part of an equation.
2. The moving equation, the inner and outer back and forth motion, and one equation of the part.
Blobs of blue floating in a bright intensity
A dancing serenity
One part of the one part of the equation
Amazing maze of beauty
A sign of strength, displaced ugliness can be.
And doesn't the knowing blueness see your finding?
Water in a mirror
One part of the one part of the equation
Shades of blue
Formness of blue
Of blue formness
One part of a network of networks of equations.
shades
The equation of one part and the whole.
She knows where the shady blue shades hide
The eyes of water
The equation of part one.
Say….. What did he say? What did he say? Once there was a young man lost in the deserts of Saturn. God came to him in the form of a twin. Through a telegram the young man was called by god to become the god of a new planet. From now on his name would be "Blue Shades Of Blue Formness". God gave him a pair of glasses and told him to put them on. He had many visions of all sorts of people coming out of elevators and getting onto subways. And so he cried and cried until his tears became a space voice. The space voice was the god of a mothership called "At times like these there is a nameless voice".
The iciness of the moaning swallow
Veiled darkness
The blueprint/declaration of one part of the equation
I swallowed my neck
The equation and an equation
shadeness of blue shaded
The other part of the other part
shadedness of
Blue of
shadiness form
The other part and another part.
The space voice taught him how to operate the mothership: "Forms of blue shade and shade and shade, I don't have any forms, Theres no blue part of it that doesn't have any shade of time." The staple of the plan for the creation of a new planet was that Pluto would be rehabilitated, because the sun almost answered no to the question: "Doesn't the blue know? And doesn't the knowing blueness see your finding?" But this course of action was not something ordered by god. Someone from planet Saturn named: "The one you lost who was never there" opposed this plan because of that, But the young man said that there was no god. Only the way of the motherships.
Sounds flow and tears trickle
Distorted glow
The moisture in the blood
A bead of glare
Your form glass said I wasn't for her
A blueprint declaration of the equation.
the question you know
you know
form glass
glasses form
Dark lenses of crying graspness
A blueprint declaration of the equation.
"The one you lost who was never there" responded by attacking the young man's mothership, rendering it immobile. The ship cried and an ocean formed in it's forcefield and out of that a great tree grew. Each branch of the tree was a different plane. Some were forests, some were deserts, some were cities. The Spaceship's fuel became the magma inside the earth. Originally the young man was to become god of the blue planet, but he had been straying from the plans he had been given; he was on his way to the pluto of a virtual solar system. He got the rehabilitation confused with navigation. He began too early in activating the process "how can the true me pretend not to want your affection"? So "the one you lost who was never there" and The greater god would rule the blue planet. "The one you lost who was never there" became a snake and entangled himself in the roots of the tree. The young man woke up when he heard music and left in a ship that had been carried inside the mothership. He destroyed the planet Saturn which reincarnated as Earth's heaven.
The greatest shallow love is better than the loveliest profundity
Real love is worse than the best shallow love
Shades of blue formness
The water was sad. My feelings were blue.
Neon water
Buzzing water
A still mirror
I waved at my wave
Water bed
The water was sad. My feelings were blue.
You can't be cool without wearing sunglasses
Moved by the touched feeling.
The similarity between the different levels of equations, parts, and super equations.
The taste of tears
Slick softness
Roaring softness
Wave of protection
Showering sweetness
Dark lenses of crying graspness
Licking the water
Touching the boundary
Foaming glee
The air is kissed with your breath
The seeing eyes
Smoking brightness.
I drank myself in.
I swallowed my neck
The voice of the mothership became a woman who rode a comet to Neptune. The comet told her that the young man was Seth and would ally himself with "the one you lost who was never there" and God. But she had no way of knowing that this was a bad thing. On Neptune she discovered that people were being recruited to build a Saturn space station, and that seth's mother had killed herself long ago. She then knew that God was not the true Creator. She fought off Neptune's servants of God, and went to Pluto. There she asked her sisters Banshee and Werewolf, to take her place on earth.
I will try to do things that must be done without trying because failure isn't wrong if it leads to victory. that is the real way to lose.
Sadness is more beautiful than you think it is
Evil joy has more to offer than you think it does.
Happiness isn't as bad as you think it is.
Blue formness. There was shades of it.
Your hand channeling your presence
The beautiful terror of non negation
Puppy hatred
Internal night
The part of an equation as a part.
The shades were defined by the formness. It was blue.
The sun's wings, concealed blood, flowing gleam.
A great pink rejoicing.
So many celebrations happening all at once.
giddy terror.
The visions are so blue they look like paint brushes
Rustling clarity
Bustling caution
The other part as the other part.
Franticly thorough affection
The blueprint/declaration as a part of the partness.
Chirping roughness
Disguised tenderness
4/5/6 and 3/2/3/2
They served as midwives, helping the spaceship over and over to give birth to it's voice, while singing a song to the moon: "Times like these, times like these, we say yes to times like these." The moon put a curse on them and they transformed into mermaids, swam into the deep and made love with each other to destroy the curse.
Blue drop part 2
Roads of the wind
The seed of the seed.
Blue shivers
Looking back from the future of the seed's seed.
Liquid pink
In the fields
Shouldn't you be in school? No.
Seed of an imaginary relationship.
Sea of the heart
The other part as part other.
Pool of embarrassment
One equation of the part.
In brown
Hole in the water
One day
One, is and an.
One day
Opening in the air
The partness of one part.
Rolling splash
Name last
Teasing my vulnerability
Mari
The moving equation
Fate In A Pleasant Mood
Moonlight Farewell
Haunted Heart
Jupiter
War With Loneliness
Song Of The Baron
Eternal Darkness
Strain
The Wooden Soldier And The China Doll
Pure White
Mirage
Honey
Dogfight
Blackbird
Honeysuckle Rose
Illusion
Agent
And the inner and outer
Is out walking in the fields
Dotted
Part 3
Back and forth motion.
Of Blue Drop
The double looking back.
With bush clover near school
Music
The fight and the dance.
And as always
One part of an equation as one part of an equation.
Hagino
Music
And some music
They would then unite to become a beam that would bring the mothership voice's lullaby dream back to life. "At times like these how can we ever say no? how can we ever say no? how can we ever say no at times like these?" "Say no to what?" I said. Someone said say no to what he said "say no to what?"
Is with her in the form of a tern
This time
Sitting on her shoulder
Musicness
Writing exercise: military - modern war
It was a slaughter. Helicopter gunships led the assault with rockets and cannons blazing, pounding the flats and monuments that were potential holdouts and vantage points. The occupants were driven out into the open, where they were brought under fire by dismounted infantry advancing behind armored fighting vehicles. Maneuver elements swept across their rear to cut off their escape routes, enfilading alleys, roads, streets with heavy machine gun and automatic grenade fires. Mortars locked down major traffic junctions, denying passage for the defender’s reinforcement. Determined men fought back from the windows, only to meet ghastly reprisals from non-backblast RPGs and thermobaric rockets.
Similar tactics were repeated in every blocks, every districts laid on the main axis of attack of the 48th Mechanized Brigade, 16th Group Army. This is the infantry’s war. Meanwhile, tank guns and long-ranged rocket barrages of the 4th Armoured Brigade echoed in the distant horizon. The smoking sky was intermittently lit up by streams of futile anti-aircraft artillery fires, silhouetting low-flying strike fighters lobbing precision munitions onto the last obstructions standing in the way toward the inevitable encirclement of the once iconic city.
The Capital Defense Command was doomed. Beneath a facade of propaganda-created invincibility, its malnourished and poorly-trained soldiers were only human, liable to be broken and routed under skillful application of the instruments of war. If only the generals who desperately holding onto what remained of their nation’s armed forces inside the pocket could somehow get past the severe cyber-attacks upon their preciously modernized communication network to see the big picture, they would have realized it.
The war correspondent staggered across a thoroughfare littered with broken bricks, struggling to catch up with the mechanized rifle unit he attached to. Momentarily, he caught glimpse of two figures dashing across an opening between the rabbles, and then the tank in front of him detected movement and sent down a 125mm high-explosive shell their way, turning the location into a towering plume of smoke. Hours later, after the dust was settled, he would revisit the scene and find two savaged remains. There was an disemboweled body of an emaciated teenage conscript, stripped nude by the explosion that shredded away his uniform and gears. His crushed helmet provided the only way of identification. A young girl laid not far from him, her white traditional dress remained largely intact. Only the Kalashnikov-pattern rifle in her cold, pale hand told of her past allegiance. He didn’t see what they were then; all he saw in that instant was a sudden, blinding flash, vanishing the two figures like the thousands of other explosions that have been going on and on for days without an apparent end in beleaguered Pyongyang.
writing exercise: bad poetry (but at least there's a forest and a lake in it, a low sensory environment if you like)
PS: my mother language is not english, forgive any mistakes or "wrong language"
In the night I like to go out to the forest,
there I feel at best
when everything is obscured
by mists and by darkness.
A darker, better variant of the world,
a place of unknown beings,
usually very silent,
sometimes appearing at forest clearings;
not because of excitement
it seems to be that they are moving
but it is fear,
of what is before them.
They do not belong to the present,
as they have no engagements.
It appears to me,
they run back to remote ages.
As they are very sensitive,
it seems to be,
they receive the goods and the truths of life
far more easily,
and also might, infinitely better than others,
sense the necessity
to pass it on to their brothers.
Thus was unfolded their comprehension of the world:
good it is only in the right moment
never when it comes second hand.
In the middle of that forest a small lake spreads out
sometimes glowing in the moonlight
sometimes softened by the clouds,
far away from the vast waters of the sea
where it did not want to be.
A gigantic mirror, mildly scattered around,
a place very clear and also very calm.
Not talking, not a sound
as she keeps her thoughts in her most secret realm.
She can see inside me
as I can see myself within her
directly, from the start,
and the words that are usually so lightly spoken
sit upon our hearts.
In these moments of reflection
truth appears to be a living thing;
thus was unfolded her comprehension of the world,
as if she were laughing:
laws of physics only work at daylight
and they do not at night.
bad poetry (part 2), still about that lake
PS: as I cannot see the difference between good and bad, in anything, let me know if content is disappropriate for this thread
There's a girl sitting near the side of the lake,
not quite unappealing
definitely qualified to govern one's feelings.
To see such a girl, a sweetheart,
is ominous of the greatest joys we can find on earth
from a smile, a friendly conversation, and of course
even not excluded: sexual intercourse.
But by her superior will,
representing a strong belief
this particular girl kept sitting still
as if in a prolonged grief
as if that someone would have told
that we should break our attachments to the world.
Thus was her belief:
dreams and thoughts already materialized
formed mountains, rivers, and life
so here's nothing more to be realized,
the only thing left being somebody's wife,
giving birth to someone's son,
being a person allocated to another one.
As such she kept on living her dream,
to protect herself from what was al too real:
in this world no one is interested, no one does care
to impose a special service on her.
Kraichgauer
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PS: as I cannot see the difference between good and bad, in anything, let me know if content is disappropriate for this thread
There's a girl sitting near the side of the lake,
not quite unappealing
definitely qualified to govern one's feelings.
To see such a girl, a sweetheart,
is ominous of the greatest joys we can find on earth
from a smile, a friendly conversation, and of course
even not excluded: sexual intercourse.
But by her superior will,
representing a strong belief
this particular girl kept sitting still
as if in a prolonged grief
as if that someone would have told
that we should break our attachments to the world.
Thus was her belief:
dreams and thoughts already materialized
formed mountains, rivers, and life
so here's nothing more to be realized,
the only thing left being somebody's wife,
giving birth to someone's son,
being a person allocated to another one.
As such she kept on living her dream,
to protect herself from what was al too real:
in this world no one is interested, no one does care
to impose a special service on her.
I once took a college creative writing class where we were all given a picture, and were asked to incorporate it into a story we were writing, as an exercise.
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-Bill, otherwise known as Kraichgauer
Although the phenomenon of "autumn"
concerns not only the human
but the whole cosmos, as birds will demonstrate
flying to the southern states,
the true, inherent meaning of this universe
appears inaccessible only to us.
Christians can rely on the chain of metaphysics
that by some way we can fix this
and entrust in God the transmission of the fruits
that by humans cannot be pursued.
But Modernity, since the late medieval era,
put truth on another level:
that God is nothing separate from our life
that in turn is perceived as divine.
Between the infinite multiciply of choice
I began to hear this voice:
"If you awaken from this illusion
you understand that black implies white,
self implies God,
life implies death."
Material objects are my favourite things
because they cannot talk
because they have no dreams.
Material objects cannot create anything in vain,
they cannot create metaphysics,
they can only create pleasure or pain.
But they say that there is a metaphysical definition of pain,
that real suffering means
that you cannot cling to anything.
And that the only escape is God: His a calm analytical voice,
distancing Himself from pain
distancing Himself from analogy,
a man who does not have any relationship with anything.
He's pretty good.
Despite my brain saying no,
my heart says "wow".
The most diverse suppositions
as to what is to happen in your life
can flash through your brain
"He is going to beg me to come to stay with him"
"The birth of a child"
"The pain"
"He thinks I am to blame"
"I cannot breath"
"She's almost dead"
There is sorrow enough in Nature's way.
I have nothing in demand
than someone else takes over command.
Some believe in human government
triumph of the will
But the authority of God is stronger
as He has no equal.
And if I accept the findings
of modern science
that a timeless Paradise
as it is proclaimed
did not exist
and will never be regained
Let Him come at least one moment
to take over my command.
in a magic moment:
snow falling out of the sky
my eyes wandering back to creation
and ready to die.
I started writing a blog, because I've always loved writing. I'm not sure if it is okay to post it here. If not, just let me know...
http://dianneslife.nl
Sometimes I might post something in Dutch, because that is my language (it will mostly be some kind of attempt to write something 'literature'-like). Other things will be in English.
D E V O T I O N
At the risk of angering any hard-core Naturalists,
here are some objectives:
"migraines",
"withered roses",
"mental conditions",
"death",
"no-tomorrows".
There is some control by human reason,
human government.
but that is nothing like divine command.
And even if there are arguments not to believe at all
because according to Modernity
this is not just the First,
it is the Second Fall,
at the risk of angering some Atheists
here is an argument
for His most severe opponents:
think of redemption,
as just a special moment.
As traditions tends toward economy,
momentous devotion,
Paradise is nothing more than an epiphany
played in slow motion.
R E A D I N G
Caught reading again
Mark chapter one, verse fifteen:
"Time has come
Paradise is nearer than you think
it is just a special moment,
it is an Augenblick."
And when they come with a lot of arguments,
take Mark four, verse twenty six:
"When they claimed this is not what Paradise is about,
a few seeds squattered on the ground,
wasn't it a lush garden once
wasn't there eternal life?
He replied:
Whenever at History I call
such a place did not exist at all
Actually, and here I begin,
this was only public imagination.
Why would they put forward such a big demand,
why would they need all that land,
why give them such a heavy stone as eternity in their hands?
How isn't a single moment all that's for man right,
when it can be both so sweet
and so delicate light?"
Judge and be surprised,
that's what He has told.
OK then, let's try it
for what it is worth.
First test: time of childhood
And yes: there was some enjoyment.
Bicycle rides in the countryside,
gardens with flowers,
paradise in my surroundings.
Second test: when I was a young man
this time it was about the women,
impressed by their disposition,
sign of sexual transition.
And yes, once there was an evening visit of a female friend,
who sat at the table's opposite end,
one leg outstreched, the other underneath,
followed by a glance under her dress,
and finally a first kiss,
followed by an ultimate test, another treasure
a moment of adult pleasure.
Actually, you can be happy with some moments
so that when life moves to the final end,
death is not a catastrophe
but just an incident.
Aaaaah everyones writing is so fun to read!
Here's some poems from me
Sometime when the river is ice ask me mistakes I have made.
Ask me whether what I have done is my life.
William Stafford
If my heart was frozen, was it my own doing?
If I say this was my life then my mistakes were mine
But if I say it wasn’t then my mistakes were the river’s.
In the spring the ice shall melt and shall the river be water
And my heart shall be clear as that water the same.
My mistakes all melted and flowing away
Shall they be mine or shall they be of the river?
Goodnight Faery
Dream quite sweetly
You’ll soon arise
to the Trees’ lost cries
You’ll weep your loss
in napkins of moss
But the trees’ll be before you
yes, darker, but more true.
in the moon of the day
in the sun of the night
colors are dull
and simplicity’s bright
an oil brush traces
bright orange for black
a lamp in the darkness
so light ne’er can slack
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https://michellesuttonwrites.com/2016/10/12/neurodivergent-authenticity/
http://www.independent.co.uk/life-style/health-and-families/autism-acceptance-affect-mental-health-society-a8043461.html
F E A R
Reading Scripture again
one Corinthians thirteen thirteen:
"faith, hope, love and fear
and the greatest of these is fear."
Fear is a frightful thing,
such as in:
Hidden Causes
Mysteries
or Little Known Factors.
Where's, I ask,
Navigation
Control
Command
where's God
becaue of His divinity,
that is a cause
not an effect,
not with any flaws,
but perfect.
In Scriptures
You have a very minimalistic distribution
of Paradise
or Love as it is re-named
in the New Testament,
that is not a land
but a bond,
something in the middle,
some in-between,
that cannot be measured
that cannot be seen,
that comes
only at certain moments
that comes
only in it's smallest proportions.
As in Mark four:
scattered seed on the ground
of which some fall on our path
Mark fourteen:
a piece of bread which you can eat
Your body I believe
and a glass of wine you can drink
Your blood I think.
But there are some different texts
that I can better understand
Mark four thirty nine
"Even Time obeys Him:
as He says "Stop! Freeze!"
at certain moments
so that people can have an experience
that in this world they'll never find,
so that life-after,
becomes unimportant."
That life-after
that He called "after-life",
that is not a beginning
but an end.
Mark four fourty one:
"All is true the great God saith:
Those who still look for something else
Do have no faith"
And in Zarathustra ninety one twelve
I have read:
"joy doesn't need eternity
no need of that."
Here is a story I've been meaning to write for a few years, but just this past fall got around to actually writing. It's essentially a portrayal of the type of relationship I'm looking for. The qualities of the girl character and the things she says are kind of a "splicing together" of things I have observed in/heard from different girls I've had crushes on, and there are also things from my own life that I've worked into both characters.
https://www.fictionpress.com/s/3298978/ ... w-Universe