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"What is life if not a whirlwind of chaos and whimsy?"

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Howdy! This is my side blog, I will be using it as a creative writing blog! I don’t know what else to put. my main blog is @that-gay-ocean-guy

I’m recently writing (trying to) a lot of free verse poetry recently please give me advice to improve

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“One of the hardest things in life is letting go of what you thought was real.”

— Unknown

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in 2026, remember how GOOD writing feels. remember how satsfying it is to get your characters to the point you have been dying to get to, where they will experience the love, fear, relief or whatever the feeling you want to bring to life may be. let this year be the year of writing, prgress and of satisfactory endings.

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Edit: wow ok so I got angry and had a rant about my anger at ai writing and art, and all this just came out. Sorry for the angry rant.

I’m not the best at writing and spelling and grammar, And I feel bad about that because I’m an adult surrounded by so many people who understand these things and I guess I just never took the time to learn and memorize it. But I am trying and every time I learn, I forget. My entire life everyone has treated my ADHD and dyslexia, and although I don’t have a diagnosis everyone’s fairly certain, I have autism as well. And everyone’s just use those as an excuse on my behalf. I do use spellcheck and I have used programs like Grammarly to help me with my spelling and writing, but there are often times where AI spellcheck such as grammarly make the punctuation and grammar wrong and worse. I am trying to get better and so far I’m going through university and I am in my final three semesters and so far I’m actually doing good at writing for my classes, And there are parts of my writing my professors will tell me I’m doing really good at.

There are times when I’m writing for my classes where my words just flow and spill out, and it becomes magnificent. a sentence becomes several sentences or even a full paragraph block of text. but when I try to write for fun and get into that state where my words just flow and spill into art, I freeze and I can’t find my words. I try to write poetry and it doesn’t come out always that great. I forget my words when I want them to come with my motivation when I try to write for fun. I really want to get better. I think that’s why I made this blog was for me to practice.

In a world full of AI bullshit I want to write art and tell stories storytelling is one of my most important skill sets in my opinion. I think it is one of the most beautiful forms of art being able to tell a story, and there are so many mediums for it most art mediums even have a form of storytelling within them. Telling stories in every medium is beautiful and I just want to be able to write well, I don’t want to write mediocre and I love it because it’s obviously human. I want to write well and in this world people have stoped pushing me to do better because they can tell my writing isn’t AI, and I just think that’s a horrible offense. For so long humans craved perfection and to automate it and now that we have it, we crave that which is flawed and Wabi Sabi and all of that. Don’t get me wrong I love all of it, and I would never ever ask someone to stop trying, I would never stop asking someone to create even if they’re bad at it. Art is so good and so important even if your mediocre and struggle with it like I do with my writing, you have to keep going for it. I’m not saying you didn’t have flaws and our art has to be perfect all the time. but when people stop educating you on how to do better and improve upon your art, and when people stop teaching you different ways you can add to or different forms of art that you get to experiment and play around with, then AI has won. I don’t care that my writing is not perfect, I don’t care if people don’t love it, I care that people have stopped, asking me to improve on my writing, and have stopped offering me different forms of writing to try. I care that people look at my writing and say it’s human and expect that to be good enough. Art should be with the artist makes it to be, I’m not trying to say it shouldn’t be, all of the flaws and such are good and I recognize that and the imperfections are good and I know that. I just hate that in the world with AI automated art generated all the time that we’ve stopped asking how we can improve or we’ve stopped offering different forms and mediums to dry or different ways to go about it.

I know this may not be true for everyone, but it’s definitely true for me, and I know the only way to get better is to practice and try and go out on it and you can do that on your own without other people‘s feedback. but it starts to get a little harder to learn, at least it does for me when people stop trying to teach you because at least you’re obviously human, and the standard now is “thats good enough”. This may just be me, but I find that to be the most insulting thing ever! I want to be good at my writing and at my form of art, and I don’t know how to get better without asking other people to share their thoughts and opinions on where I need to improve.

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Today’s ramble of words that I wrote.

I often forget I'm part of the world, of whirling lines and curving lines spinning around weaving webs and knotting strings. All of one and we are one, the world is no separate thing from us and we are just as part of nature as any other animal, plant, fungi, or microbe. We are part of this world and we dare to think we can control all, but the world is big and powerful and over all can not act on us by its own, but environmental systems are ever changing and are tied to life and the change of biosphere changes atmosphere, hydrosphere, and ecospheres, all of which can end us by their change should it be too big and too drastic of a change to what we need to live.

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“A lot of people are afraid to say what they want. That’s why they don’t get what they want.”

— Madonna Ciccone

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Yes this is word vomit with no grammar or punctuation, but to be honest I don’t care I just want to write something this morning without thinking to hard about it. Is it a rant? Is it a poem? Is it both? Who can say, but it’s my mind’s vibe this morning

Sometimes the world is just a stone falling through the void of space caught in the pull of gravity from the vast mass of plasma igniting from collisions of protostar dust from a beyond ancient nebula that birthed the sun where the left over elemental dust caught in the gravity of a newly formed star collides forming planets, moons, comets, and asteroids. All its orbit and everything within is but more dust in a greater system of nebulae and stars drifting on the edge of a galaxy orbiting an even bigger black hole, circling the inevitable destruction on an atomic level.

Other days the world is a miracle orbiting a star in the perfect window for life to grow and change the atmosphere for aerobic respiration to grow letting life jump in size and expanding diversity in the perfect set of conditions to exist within the tinny bubble on the end of the arm of a spiral galaxy in the middle of everything.

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“If light is in your heart you will always find your way home.”

— Rumi

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(I hope I’m getting better at poetry. this was about how i wish i got into writing poems sooner, perhaps I’d be better if i did)

Missed inspiration

I’ve seen many things both great and small, but never used my words at all.

I’ve seen mountains range from big to great, yet could never write their rocky face.

I’ve gazed at whales and spinning dolphins, but my words didn’t capture an epic splash.

I’ve spelunked in caves that are great and vast, but my echoing words would never last.

I’ve seen the moon eclipsed and full, but never thought to write the glow.

I’ve looked at microbes and amoeba blobs, but never sung of spinning cells.

I’ve seen many things both great and small, but never used my words at all.

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Writing Tips

Punctuating Dialogue

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➸ “This is a sentence.”

➸ “This is a sentence with a dialogue tag at the end,” she said.

➸ “This,” he said, “is a sentence split by a dialogue tag.”

➸ “This is a sentence,” she said. “This is a new sentence. New sentences are capitalized.”

➸ “This is a sentence followed by an action.” He stood. “They are separate sentences because he did not speak by standing.”

➸ She said, “Use a comma to introduce dialogue. The quote is capitalized when the dialogue tag is at the beginning.”

➸ “Use a comma when a dialogue tag follows a quote,” he said.

“Unless there is a question mark?” she asked.

“Or an exclamation point!” he answered. “The dialogue tag still remains uncapitalized because it’s not truly the end of the sentence.”

➸ “Periods and commas should be inside closing quotations.”

➸ “Hey!” she shouted, “Sometimes exclamation points are inside quotations.”

However, if it’s not dialogue exclamation points can also be “outside”!

➸ “Does this apply to question marks too?” he asked.

If it’s not dialogue, can question marks be “outside”? (Yes, they can.)

➸ “This applies to dashes too. Inside quotations dashes typically express—“

“Interruption” — but there are situations dashes may be outside.

➸ “You’ll notice that exclamation marks, question marks, and dashes do not have a comma after them. Ellipses don’t have a comma after them either…” she said.

➸ “My teacher said, ‘Use single quotation marks when quoting within dialogue.’”

➸ “Use paragraph breaks to indicate a new speaker,” he said.

“The readers will know it’s someone else speaking.”

➸ “If it’s the same speaker but different paragraph, keep the closing quotation off.

“This shows it’s the same character continuing to speak.”

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omg this is so helpful

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(Hope my poems are getting better. The story is how greed led to warfare to the apocalypse, now the survivors fight over whomever can get the most. Greed is what kill us slowly, take everything else from everyone and they fall, but you arnt untouched, with nothing else for you to take you will fall just the same)

Children of the apocalypse

Some days I dare to think , I think of what the world may bring, I’d hope the world goes round the sun, and moon around earth in turn. I know not of the future, little of the present, and only of whispers from the past. The world was whole before it broke and left us all to die. By the strength of those who live, our mothers and our fathers gave us what they could. But futilely the effort went in vain. greed is what will kill is, it’s what dropped us from our world. Greed is what will kill us, I see it now just as our ancestors before.

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(I’m not used to writing happy or love writing but every now and again you just might meet someone who makes you happy enough to write it. Don’t know if this is a poem or not but I’m gunna try to learn to write some cheesy lovely poetry)

Occasionally you meet someone who’s kind, nice, and lovely. They have a smile that rivals the glow of the sun, and a spark in the eye that the stars could never outshine. They are creative, goofy and smart. That feeling in the pit in your stomach flutters with nerves and joy as this wonderfully perfect someone says they like you too.

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(I was feeling a lot of hopelessness and a desperate hope for life. In my feelings I sprouted this from my eyes and watched it grow as the flower it could have been before its lost in the infinite void of the web…….)

I can feel it

that moment

That precipice before nothing

The fall between here and gone

I am that which is unlivable

The space between something and nothing

I am both here and gone

That breath before death

The flower’s pedal that fell to the ground

I am that moment

That last cling to life as it all goes black

I am irreversible change

I am good

I am bad

I am that moment where nothing is the same

I am the blink and it’s gone

I am the tree that falls in the wood, will I make a sound? Will I just fall?

I am not the bang on the ground, but I am right before

I am nothing and everything

I am the puddle that vaporizes into the sky

I am the space between here and nothing

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So yes I know this was a @that-gay-ocean-guy post however as my pinned post shows I am @that-gay-ocean-guy

This is a nonsense poem I wrote

The glad Jube jab

Doth thou known of the glad Jube jab?

Is it mad? or is it sad? Oh my golly! I think it’s glad!

Why is it glad and not sad? Or why not mad?

Why that is only known to the glad Jube jab

The glad Jube jab jabs thou when thy are glad

It jabs thou in the jabituary gland located directly in thy hand

All was glad in the drab town of slaband

And as the glad jube jab jabs thou as thy are glad

So to did it jubeious jab every jabituary gland in every glad hand in the drab little town

The jabing of the glad jube jab did not make the folk of slaband glad

No my frend they where quite sad and even mad!

“Why.. why does thou jab us so?” asked old man Dan to the glad jube jab

“Why it is a most jubeious thing to do” the glade jube jab replied “I jab becaus it makes me glad”

“Glad mad sad, I will not stand for another jab!!” cried old man Dan

And so the town raged all sad and mad and chased the glad jube jab intent to jab its jabituary gland. With the glad jube jab on the run the folk of the town where all done, they had won.

Many to the day, still seek the glad jube jab, seeking to know of its fate. All who seek the glad jube jab return all sad and mad, having been jabed in the jabituary gland right in their hand.

So before thou seek the glad jube jab remember

The only wisdom I offer thou is

Beware

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So I made a chaotic free write. Basically I wrote the first word in my mind and the next random word and created a very chaotic peace of writing 🤣

Free Writing!!!!!!!

One can never know how to go and end none can eat the rock of sulfur and filamentary asphalt. oreo of old said this is a bad thing to do. Fortify the brand door and rock the house box in doctor who ate the worm. And i dies in the background room additive farts in the world frog snow in my boots natraily i don't care for you to be hear so no i cant go to your radical dad house. I am car now don't lead me to the road on glass to be not a dad friend to the dad. For now let us be glad to the oreo new who didn't let the old eat the fungal fruit in the ground water river system. Now we all die in the ground fire from the lava driving car in the road to the volcanic snow melting turnip infested termite hive. I and the sniffing fox of the socks box in grazing the tormented indubitably wrong insect larva nest of vultures and swans going out in a gang to win the heart of the earth and forever ease the burden of sandwiches. The world nether is or without dubbing the end monitor now the sea and roaches of the grasslands green more of the same old nuns. Now the uno intricate sector of nothing and the fowl bird land. Are the what on such not july and the end oreo on my leggings. Dam the old nano watch in the sock drawer to the bad dead deceased trip on aided wings down the for red cow bulls eye. Boops booping borrowed now the granulated sugar two ounces. Off and on the rad needing cat folklore sais that the roundabout way to say you name is to be not round and only flat as the earth. evolving folding layers of rock swallow the center of the gut. In the farr end of the nature are the seat of now and then. swans, my legion oh army of birds go and collect the end leggings of oreo and violinists. Root bear is the name perry is the game niche of the grassland flooding full of fire in the air. Drink now my son for the dreams do bite and the bugs don't fight. In the end all are almond pie is too salty reach on the sad fork on the someday. How to do the attitude aerial attack of swans diving to the lake of lice. Or for the bad boy aesthetic goth fight and emu swans still stand. Shoe and bog land go to fight in the land of rock and warping wishing salmon