Chaos writing and impulsive typing

He/They | Nicholas | Creative writer with the urge to wreak beautiful havoc

[fatimazainab]

William Wordsworth

[fairydrowning]

"I want to live simply. I want to sit by the window when it rains and read books I'll never be tested on. I want to paint because I want to, not because I've got something to prove. I want to listen to my body, fall asleep when the moon is high and wake up slowly, with no place to rush off to. I want not to be governed by money or clocks or any of the artificial restraints that humanity imposes on itself. I just want to be, boundless and infinite."

– Via "svnflower-blog" on Tumblr

[petaltexturedskies]

Anton Chekhov, "after the theatre"

[hwhwgwhnwnwbwbwg-deactivated202]

Haruki Murakami,Ottessa Moshfegh,Sylvia Plath(II),Henry Miller,Friedrich Nietzsche

[wedarkacademia]

I know it is my father's first time on this Earth, too. And I know He had it worse when he was little.

But I was little too.

— Franz Kafka, from letters to his father

[cache-e]

“I'm a master at speaking silently, all my life I've spoken silently and I've lived through entire tragedies in silence.”

Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Meek One.

[chucklingpecan]

You're a you

that never

arrives

and I'm a me

that can wait

forever

[quaintobsessions]

Musing

I think - it is enough.

And then I think - no, I want to sense everything

of you

the look of you the touch of you the taste of you

but without messing with your life

just

here. To hold

and not to have.

Somewhere this love is a meadow, undiscovered, decked with bluebells, humming with creatures in flight

under benevolent sunlight

and it can just be.

[words-and-coffee]

Alice Te Punga Somerville, Always Italicise: How to Write While Colonised - Kupu rere kē

[ID: A poem titled: Kupu rere kē. [in italics] My friend was advised to italicise all the foreign words in her poems. This advice came from a well-meaning woman with NZ poetry on her business card and an English accent in her mouth. I have been thinking about this advice. The convention of italicising words from other languages clarifies that some words are imported: it ensures readers can tell the difference between a foreign language and the language of home. I have been thinking about this advice. Marking the foreign words is also a kindness: every potential reader is reassured that although you’re expected to understand the rest of the text, it’s fine to consult a dictionary or native speaker for help with the italics. I have been thinking about this advice. Because I am a contrary person, at first I was outraged — but after a while I could see she had a point: when the foreign words are camouflaged in plain type you can forget how they came to be there, out of place, in the first place. I have been thinking about this advice and I have decided to follow it. Now all of my readers will be able to remember which words truly belong in -[end italics]- Aotearoa -[italics]- and which do not.

Next image is the futurama meme: to shreds you say…]

(Image ID by @bisexualshakespeare)

[sanddollarpoems]

Back to feeling incapable

Back to feeling like a failure

Imposter syndrome raging

I'm a kid in grown-up clothes

I blame my learning disabilities

I blame Mercury in retrograde

I blame my parent's need for perfection

Which became my own campaign

But under all of it, I fear

That maybe I'm just bad at life

Maybe I'm stupid after all

Or maybe I'm really worthless

[sanddollarpoems]

Magic in your fingertips

In the reverberations of atoms

Between us

Everything feels alive

Breathing for the first time

Fire running through me

Neurons awake to every signal

Awake to the electricity

In every "accidental" touch

[moderndaymystic]

“If a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul; you haven’t experienced poetry.”

— Edgar Allan Poe

[lilaclilith]

Earthmoved; A New World Manifesto,

This is called part two

By I… but, really,

after all,

I do not know quite who?

—————————

Have A Nice Life.

————————

Now count it, One.

Meet yourself Inside of all,

Then set; just like the sun.

———————

Tattoo deeply:

this, the truth;

To cut down the bone;

And then you start,

In here and now,

That you can make it known.

To set the wounds,

To help the ink,

Which then can find a home.

In words and time, and past and next:

Mushrooms surround the golem;

Death,

A lasting symbol.

Undying breath.

——————

So now we breathe,

And then comes two,

Which always became one.

—————

The nectar of the hun-knee,

The food that is the God.

Through this

Old, long, growth

And Understanding;

You make us see the

Desert landing;

Where it is,

Just;

Desserts;

And then

————

Three.

———

Will come,

Into the end.

And now,

and then;

In time:

In May.

We feed our brains;

To numb the pain.

With chocolate, and vanilla.

And life; so long, with lust.

The sun and leaves will tell us;

That time,

in time,

Will will us,

exactly where it must.

The seasons are in harmony

With us and all the earth,

And that’s why now we take a step

And meet the number:

——

Four.

—

It’s all:

-

More than a symbol;

More than I bargained for.

And now the number zero:

The second of the first,

The numbers of the heathen,

The hidden universe.

All that stays unspoken:

Undone;

Un-natural,

Dead.

—

We know not why it comes to us;

But we have met the end;

——

The devil, and deceiver;

Along, old, faustian trend.

———

Gazed into void and then;

When it gaze directly back:

————

All is one and one is all;

The meaning of this track.

—————

——————

So when it comes, like Now

The time;

To fall;

We can all know,

In time that trusts,

With patterns, logic,

Feeling:

All that love and lust;

All things are one;

Which will be dust;

Which will be two:

Because it must.

One for all, and all for one;

For two, into the three.

Understanding trees in life

will bring us to the door,

and then, when we open it,

Is when we come to four.

The square of lines connecting;

Allows to know, that when,

It all then, grows:

for we are parents.

Logic is just,

And so inherent.

The laws and all the music,

is beamed into the head.

We know not yet the sequence,

But we find it through the dead.

The youth of now;

The past: The present;

The future of the race.

The Origins

Of Endings;

The universal stakes.

———————

Open up the window now,

————————

Breathe,

into the air,

—————————

exit out the door,

and enter to your lair.

——————————

^This here above is Ten.

Go now.

My friend,

Please?

My friend,

Please, just

Tell me Why?

You’re still here?

It must be lie!

I’ve thought;

With time.

I made it clear?

It never ends,

It’s always mine,

The toxic blemish:

That’s the thing!

That’s it!

The Carpenter;

The builder,

The ancient savior myth.

He built the signs,

A Thing

Of rhyme,

and

love and peace,

And truth and time.

And now,

I set the world right;

Am found within the minutes,

The minute details of all will come,

And then, it’s time I fin-

[lilaclilith]

Deathconsciousness defined:

Part 1 of a new world manifesto-

Kill god and save the world

The start-

Become god,

See the truth,

Change the future.

Part 2.

Progress-

I am a cultural revolution in a person;

And an engineer of progress.

A religious prophet;

A soothsayer;

An understander;

An undertaker;

A teacher;

And a inter-galactic, Inter-disciplinary powerhouse of intelligence.

Created by,

thrice upon themselves;

The past,

Present,

and future.

To create language,

Scientifically,

Through perpetual entropy:

And empathy.

So you are you, and I am me.

Because I know.

So please, trust me.

Part 3.

Next comes the rest-

A subtitle and pun.

Pack the joint tight,

And then everything is;

All at the same time,

simply,

Truly,

Real:

Right now, and forever.

Time travel with drugs and art.

Become god to meet it;

Form the world through reason and emotion.

To be human.

Part 3,

Continued-

The conversation will never end.

For nothing can, truly.

We only put it to bed until it rests.

Rest, because it continues soon:

Part 4.

The next step, the wake up-

The body is nature,

concentrated into beauty.

And fantastic,

Efficient chaos,

Sends back into itself both forever and always.

So treat the body well and thus;

The mind develops.

We do the same with others; and

Others do the same with others.

We start something,

let it go,

and,

the chaos points in a direction:

Reason:

Armageddon.

Annihilation.

The final truth.

The end of reason and the;

Part 5.

Descent into madness-

Hold my hand through the gates of hell.

The one rest in a world which never stops;

In an infinite universe of whimsy and inter-dimensional love.

Please,

I beg you;

Responsibly, of course:

Eat a mushroom and see death.

Cont-

Understand it all:

That everything,

Everywhere,

All at once,

Is truly how it is.

in the simplest way possible;

in a strange, confusing world;

At the same time

Forever and always.

This is the thesis

Of no absolut-es;

Except vodka.

Because it’s good when it’s simple.

This was taught to me by Sylvia Plath.

A dead, mad, woman who wrote a love song while she was here.

It will always be that way.

We will always be here;

Because we were once there;

In the past.

And we left evidence.

Because the old world is;

The new world which;

Is also the future;

All at the same time.

Therefore;

This is Deathconsciousness defined:

The thesis of life at the moment.

For me,

And you,

And us,

And them:

Four very complicated things made simple here and now.

Which is why the next version of you,

Made of the same stardust as you right now,

will someday look at your ashes to understand the past;

without needing anything else.

Life is abundance, and all is well.

-fin

[fatimazainab]

Alanis Morissette

[awriternamedphoenix]

Untitled poem idea (draft #1)

Crimson blood drips onto a white canvas

Art is born

For art is the blood we bleed

Bit by bit, drip by drip

Until the well has run dry

Until we have given all that we have

Until we are begging for a breath of air, suffocating slowly at the hands of a society forged by hatred and prejudice and loathing until we have been well and truly been crucified, brandished as a warning for those who dare to dream

Is this what it means to leave our mark on the world?

[awriternamedphoenix]

Me, making yet another new email account: okay yep this is it, this is the time, I'll post content, I'll be active online, I'll-

My seven other abandoned accounts, collecting dust:

you fucking l i a r