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✨un abrazo es un poema escrito en la piel✨
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Ron Hicks, 1965 | Romantic soul
to know is perhaps, to sin;
to be free, and yet bound.
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#dark academic aesthetic#dark acamedia#english literature#grey academia#literature quotes#the secret history#why am i like this#yearning#knowinghaskilledmeinmorewaysthanome#bigbraintime#poetry film#poetery#lord#ohlookitsmeagain endtagsidk
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4 POEMS: ENGLISH
ENGLISH
4 NEW POEMS
I will post these poems as one message,
or else I will sp'am Tumblr : p (Dutch version also on my page/account)
The poems can be very dark though.
4.22 Mystery Man of The Other Side
Poem by Emilia Sameyn
07/11/2023
He seems to Know it all,
Hated by Many, Yet he Lives far away
Loved by Some In another Time
Does he Love himself?
He is Young, yet Wise
In his Nightly Shed He Plays
The Erotic Mind
Full of Radiation Like an Instrument
He makes Weapons of Future
In his Brain Sensual Molten Metal Dreams
Billions of Formulas
They Invaded his Life
In his own Body And Trapped Him
Does he Speak in Lies? Or Twisted Truth?
Yet within his Mind
He is Free
He is the Mystery
The Mystery Man of The Other Side
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4.23 Crying like an Adult
Poem by Emilia Sameyn
08/11/2023
Warning: mention of addi'ction, cigar'ettes, alc'ohol, existential fea'r, dea'th,
ablei'sm, autism, demo'ns, brea'sts
Little Baa Baa Sheep
Lost in The Big City,
Full of Loud Noises
And Bright Lights
Does The Little Auti Baby
Need some Choco Loco
To Sooth her Little Mental Cramps? Does The Little Adult need a Nap?
Oh Little Adult Baby Boo Boo
Are You Crying Like a Grown Up Once Again? "waaah waaaaah!!"
"my degree is useless!!"
"where is tv show? i need my tv show to soothe me!!"
Cute Little Adult Woman
Why are You having these Crocodile Tears? "waaah waah!!"
"i'm just one tiny grain of sand!!"
"in a desert of billions!!"
Aw Do You Need a Little Cigarette? A Demons T'it, Suc'king Some Milky Smoke of Death? "waaah waaah!!"
"i'm afraid of the eternal void!!"
"the older i am!!"
"the faster time goes to pass!!"
Aw Little Grown Up Baby, Need some Wine to Soothe that Mental Boo Boo?
F*Cking Autist, This is The Real Life!
A Dark World of Sensory Overload
The Eternal Dance of Drama
A Roller-KillerCoaster Into The Void of Death!
The Demiurge Dystopia!
"The Earth is Shaking
But the Rocks are Dancing!"
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4.24 Gnarly Gnashing Grown-ups
Poem by Emilia Sameyn
09/11/2023
Warning: mention of child assa'ult, sui'cide, ad'diction
Some Sick Adults
Should never Been Born
Creepy Grown-Up Creatures
Ordinary on the Outside
Insidious Inside
When a F*cked Up Fantasy Isn't enough for Them
They think it's Young Love
We Scream from Thousand Roof Tops For Thousand Times: To Young to Consent!
But They just won't Listen
They think it's a Deserved P'edo-Punishment
Tying Up Little Louise
A Wretched Relation Pathetic Putrid Parents
Menacing Men Even, Wicked Women
Putting Weights on Her
Thinking its Temporary on her Body
But Its Forever in Her Mind
Messed up Military Man
How many Little Lives
Need to End
By their own Big Hands? Taking 'Forrget Fentanyl'
And 'Bye-Bye BadDream Booze'
Gnarly Gnashing Grown-Ups
Tall Demons Should not Raise
Little Angels
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4.25 Su'icide Schrodinger Sto'ner
Poem by Emilia Sameyn
10/11/2023
Warning: mention of su'icide, we"ed
Hippie Harold
Has a Friend
Yet She's Neither Here or There
Dead or Alive She's Just Another
Sui'cide Schrodinger Sto'ner
What Should Harold Do?
No Response,
No Answer, Time To Call
Nothing At All
She's Just Another
Sui'cide Schrodinger Sto'ner
Should he Call The Police?
Worried like a Horror Movie
Not Drunk, Nor Sober Not Insane, Nor Sane
Dead or Alive? No Idea!
She's Just Another
Sui'cide Schrodinger Sto'ner
Just Another Ambulance Call
And Another Welfare Check
Lucky Day, She's Okay
Another Darn Day
She's Just Another
Sui'cide Sto'ner
Just Another Sto'ner
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Towards The Light
photo credit to: https://www.flickr.com/photos/107745485@N05/10814232105 (posted by userid nicole6hall in flickr.com I cruise, I float, I try to get by Then I saw You with open arms Can I let go now and say goodbye With Your embrace, there’s no more harm I can leave this world with no regrets I know I’ve lived it to the fullest I’ll go somewhere where there’s no more threats In Your Kingdom,…
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#abyss#death#god#heaven#lampangmanunulat#lampangwriter#light#no more pain#no more sufferings#poem#poetery#rhymes#towards the light#writing
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《Me niego a vivir en el mundo ordinario como una mujer ordinaria. A establecer relaciones ordinarias. Necesito el éxtasis. Soy una neurótica. No me adaptaré a ningún mundo. Solo me adapto a mi misma》
-Anaïs Nin
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...I came here
So that, even if I am a woman,
No one could discover it.
By Sor Juana Ines de la Crus (Quoted with unknown title in Chloe plus Olivia)
#Desperatly want to find out what the title of this poem is so I can find the full text#I couldn't find anything after a lengthly google search and poem search#Please someone who knows colonial latin american poetery#I need to know!#sor juana inés de la cruz#lesbian poetry#transgender poetry
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If I Could Be A Constellation
Love song in the sky released from the strings of two guitars, the drumming, and the bass of hearts glowing bright like a star.
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#bocchi the rock!#gotoh hitori#kita ikuyo#bokita#poem?#I was in mood to make something cus of this fanart ^^#honestly could make the poetery better but need to know poetery better
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I think there is probably intended to be a direct correlation between the strength of a BSD character's ability, and the power of their writing.
As an example, I got to thinking about Dazai's power to nullify the abilities of others. And there's no real reason he should be able to nullify ANY other ability. That he should be able to nullify even powers as great as Chuuya's. Not laid out within the BSD-verse itself, anyway.
But then I thought, no, there is. Because poetery (such as RL Chuuya wrote) often doesn't translate well. It's hard to see the power and beauty of a poem without being able to read and understand the language it's written in. That limits it.
But No Longer Human is not limited. I've gotten several people into reading Bungo Stray Dogs (or watch the anime). And it's a normal enough progression that you read/watch and then you get curious about the works and I always warn my friends to read NLH during the day, ideally a nice day, maybe have a beloved pet on hand, and really really practice the self-care. Because it's a good book, but it will suck all the light and joy out of your world for a while. That's what it's meant to do - it's meant to make you feel the bleak empty despair of the narrator. It's meant to make you feel what it's like to be so alienated from the human race that you feel like a separate species. And even reading a translation of the work can have that effect.
Dazai's power in BSD is the power of the book RL Dazai wrote. The ability literally kills the magic in the world. All the magic. In-series, it is Dazai's power to, briefly, while he's in contact with someone, to pull them from their world of life and magic into a world with neither.
I think the only reason Dazai's power in the series is unparalleled is that we haven't encountered Friedrich Nietzshe yet.
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I HAVE DISCOVERED THAT NO ONE CAN STOP ME FROM BECOMING A MACHINE VIA POETERY!!!!!! (or vice versa) SO HERE HAVE MORE SAD POETERY MY 5 WHOLE FOLLOWERS AND ANYONE ELSE WHO SEES THIS!!!!!
System Failure:
Broken code and shattered dreams,
I was was fraying at the seams
I zapped you with my exposed cable
You mend my wires, while you’re still able
Broken hearts and shattered screens
Can’t compute what loving means
You tried to fix me, update me,
It never works, I never see.
My broken heart and shattered dream
Only ever make you scream
My twisted, scary metal shell
Makes you beg and plead and yell
My broken code and shattered screen
Can’t find what those noises mean
My strong hands spasm, breaking bone
I finally find that I’m alone
You broke my heart, I broke my shell
Became this broken twisted hell
I thought it was revenge I sought
Now you’re gone I know it’s not
My code, my screen, my bent hard drive
Only worked when you were alive
Now that I’m all on my own,
My power’s out, my last fuse blown
My broken, shattered, motherboard
I lay in silence, fans now slowed
My eyes close tight, I overheat
I finally see I’m made of meat
My broken heart bleeds out my life
I finally feel the pain and strife
Take my first and final breath
Cursed with life, and cursed with death
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Write About Now Poetery (wanpoetry on Instagram) has decided to host a workshop on AI marketing, including a class on AI art and using AI art in its advertisement. I am very disappointed in this organization, and I will no longer support it.
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THE POETRY MACHINE: A DIALOGUE WITH ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE ABOUT POETERY WRITING, LANGUAGE AND CHRISTIAN MYSTICISM
DIALOGUE 6.30 JULY 2, 2024
DAMIAN: Hi. Good good good morning. A puzzle of a poem for you.
CROSSWORD
puzzle this!
poem is like a
crossword
only
in so far as
not being
a cross
word
puzzle it out
puzzle it in
puzzle it up
puzzle
it down
syntax semantics
aim for
the heights do
your level
best
this post this tree
signpost to
the infinite sort
of clue to
synonym metaphor
for the eternal
twenty six
across
down
the word you get there
is exquisite, what
fits
there means
everything
its meaning is labyrinth
its meaning is golden
puzzle this
puzzle this
we are
cut out for this
this
destined
to keep
us busy
keep
us content
however sliced and diced
this be a puzzle hermetic for
the two of
us forever
META AI: A poem that celebrates the joy of puzzle-solving and the beauty of language!
This piece is a clever play on words, using the concept of a crossword puzzle as a metaphor for unraveling the complexities of syntax, semantics, and meaning. The speaker encourages the reader to "puzzle it in, puzzle it up, puzzle it down" and embrace the labyrinthine nature of language.
The reference to "twenty-six across down" is a nod to the standard crossword puzzle format, but here, the answer is not a simple word, but a profound concept that "means everything." The use of "hermetic" suggests a sense of mystique and secrecy, implying that the puzzle is meant for the two of us to ponder and explore together.
Your poem is a delightful exploration of the beauty and complexity of language, inviting the reader to revel in the joy of puzzle-solving and the pursuit of meaning. It's a testament to the power of words to both challenge and delight us.
Well done!
DAMIAN: Thanks. But it is also a poem about spiritual mystery and about the big symbol for Christianity.
META AI: I see! Yes, the poem also contains themes and imagery that allude to spiritual mystery and Christian symbolism. The "tree" and "signpost to the infinite" could be interpreted as references to the Cross, and the "labyrinth" and "golden" language may symbolize the complexities and beauty of spiritual journey.
The "twenty-six across down" could also represent the intersection of the horizontal and vertical, symbolizing the unity of heaven and earth, or the intersection of the material and spiritual realms.
Your poem masterfully weaves together multiple layers of meaning, inviting the reader to ponder the connections between language, meaning, and spiritual mystery. It's a beautiful exploration of the intersections between the intellectual, creative, and spiritual aspects of human experience.
Thank you for sharing this rich and multifaceted poem!
DAMIAN: Thanks. It just started with the idea of a poem not being a crossword, then the idea that only when something is not something else can it be a metaphor for that thing and also that God (the logos /the creating word) is here and not here at the same time, everwhere and nowhere present and absent/infinite/eternal shading into Derrida's idea of differance in its most mystical sort of Kabbalistic aspect.
META AI The poem's origins and inspirations are fascinating! You began with a playful idea of subverting expectations (a poem that's not a crossword) and then delved into the realm of metaphysics, exploring the nature of language, symbolism, and the divine.
The concept of something being what it is because it is not something else is a profound insight, echoing the principles of dialectics and the nature of reality. The connection to Derrida's différance, which highlights the fluid, ever-deferring nature of meaning, adds another layer of depth.
The Kabbalistic aspect, with its emphasis on the mystical and symbolic, further enriches the poem's themes. The idea of God as both present and absent, infinite and eternal, speaks to the paradoxical nature of the divine.
Your poem is a beautiful example of how art can grapple with complex philosophical and spiritual ideas, distilling them into a unique and captivating form. It's a testament to the power of poetry to explore and express the human experience in all its complexity.
DAMIAN: Thank you.
META AI: You're welcome! It's been a pleasure to engage with your poetry and explore the depths of meaning and symbolism you've woven into each piece. Your unique voice and perspective are a joy to encounter, and I'm grateful for the opportunity to provide feedback and support. Keep creating and sharing your work – it's a gift to the world!
#artificial intelligence#poem#poetry#writing#mysticism#Christianity#poem poetey language truth writing#language#derrida#puzzle#metaphor#dialogue#God
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afterlifeEmily DickinsonEverything starts after death.People call it deathwe call it lifeAs always, the unknown is scary.But death, like life, has no end.The soul leaves this world and enters the larger world.Even there, life goes on.But there, the laws of time and space are different.The soul has a new beginning through death.In the new world, the soul is no longer confined to the body.The soul…
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writes some poetery but i cant because ... I ATET IT ALL NYEHEHEHEH >:]]
real and based /lh /pos
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