Word Prompt: Write a 8 word one-liner on Unfamiliar
Not love, a feeling of transcendence beyond comprehension.
Word Prompt: Write a 10 word one-liner on Oasis
In this dark, cold, universe with no ends, you are my Earth, my home, a heavenly legend, floating with glory traversing the space, and I, a mere mortal, a part of you.
#pod #love #life #solitude
Love in the 21st century
Caught in the clockwork and the ticks of the minute hand, You have gained so much yet you cant,Seem to slow down for a moment, cause cherishing the present, is no longer an option As we are hell bent, to live in the shadows of what's to come.You seem to do so much and then some more, yet here the world is on deep ends with no shore. Only if you halted to love some more, Maybe with some malted wine and puffs of cigarettes freshly rolled.We would have gained nothing, but who'd care for the score. Only if we were kids again and again and then a little more, the picture would be just as beautiful with you and me.Come, I am still waiting at your door.
Alone with everybody.
The flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break vases against the walls and the men drink too much and nobody finds the one but keep looking, crawling in and out of beds.Flesh covers the bone and the flesh searches for more than flesh. There's no chance at all: we are all trapped by a singular fate. Nobody ever finds the one. The city dumps fill, the junkyards fill, the madhouse fill, the hospitals fill, the graveyards fill. Nothing else fills.
#love #pain #roses #loss #heartbreak #tragic
Roses on her deathbed, they looked so dreaded.For roses on you make you lively, I wish I did gift them when she was still beside me. But she's dead forever and so are them roses, for all the love they spread, today, looking at them, my heart crawls and closes.©arjun007
#philosphical #existential #anxiety #God #myth #loneliness #alone #lost #mirakeeandgratitude @writersnetwork @mirakee
Beyond God and Machines.
For great murders and mass deaths you need great poets as for great wars you need a great myth of the great love of the motherland. Beware of poets for they can inspire tremendous murderous projects. For they are afraid to ask, What's beyond nationalism? No, it isn't anti-nationalism, it's inter-nationalism. What's beyond being a legendary transcendental Hindu or a muslim, isn't being a 'convert' or a 'kaafir', it's being a living, breathing, evolving, creaturely human, lost on a lost planet.The very values and morales that we hold dear and label ourselves and others with, structurally present to us that our 'fellow creaturely humans' are somehow 'different' than us, that some how they are opposed to our existence, that we are in a race to death with them, that they are somehow less of a 'human' than we are, all based upon a pre destined category handed to us, that we didnt choose. We make these values and labels sacrosanct and pledge our allegiance to them, even though they structurally produce such conflicts, even without government, elites and charlatans being present to use them for their own ends of creating nation states, organized religions, capitalism, all different systemic matrixes and simulations, that have turned human societies into industrial machines, humans to resources, roads to supply chains, dreams to credit scores, love to pragmatic utility, where it's valued to be ruthless, to the self and the world. What brings us humans together is to 'face the ultimate form of naked reality,' not these abstract labels that make up a matrix for us to make sense of a terrifying, meaningless world, to give us some sense of identity. But rather our angst, anxiety, the despair of the existential crisis you would have felt as a kid, of being thrown in this world with no ultimate meaning or purpose.Of being 'aware and conscious' of the absurdity of existence, of the dark abyss, of the silence of the cosmos and the cosmic loneliness both inside and out that echoes deep into the dark skies and crackles through our hearts as it seeps in through our eyes and out through our gaze.To have emerged from nothing, to have a name, consciousness of the self, a deep inner yearning for life and self expression, and with all this yet fated to die. This is what ultimately brings us together. We are after all together in this. We are beyond gods and machines in this. We are only, 'all too human' in this.- No to the matrix, no to the machines.©arjun007
Word Prompt: Write a 3 word micro-tale on Intense
The heart screamed
Word Prompt: Write a 3 word one-liner on Nostalgic
We werent strangers.
Word Prompt: Write a 10 word short tale on Vanish
They blame death, as life grins on the suffering souls, for death only vanishes what life feasts upon, the grand ballet of decadent souls, the madenning machines in routine, inert to being and becoming anything other than dead.©arjun007
Word Prompt: Write a 3 word short write-up on Burden
Builtup Maddening pressure