=== ANCHOR POEM === ══════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────────── colors wander from the deep depths of my mind through these hands of mine to the light of the screen you see before me. colors wander through deep space without time until at last they find a place in these two eyes of mine as I gazed and beheld their splendor ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────────────┘ === SIMILARITY RANKED === --- #1 messages/400 --- ════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────── The schizophrenic sees truth in dazzling displays of colors unknown to man, while the neurotypical sees truth in shades of gray that can be reasoned with. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────┘ --- #2 messages/399 --- ════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────── The schizophrenic sees the truth in dazzling displays of color that are nigh incomprehensible, while regular people see truth in shades of gray that you can understand and work with. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────┘ --- #3 notes/rivers --- ═══════──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Your body is a river, from your mouth to your exits Throughout there are many pathways and shores As the tide goes up, the color of concentration goes up And all four of you are made clear Each act of consumption is a ride down the river, though broken into slivers, and changed beyond recognition The color is what defines the third eye and beauty is beheld, what joys to be felt While secrecy is bold, it's often held So worry less and just go with the fold ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘══════───┴╧───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #4 messages/119 --- ═════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────────── I dream of a world of blues and greens with a bright white sky Then I open my eyes and look outside and see a world of blues and greens with a bright white sky ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #5 fediverse/5361 --- ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────── may the world be fixed by example failing that, may the world be fixed by diligence failing that, may the world be fixed by sacrifice failing that, may the world be fixed by hope failing that, may the world be born anew in bright vibrant tones of heart and splendor. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────┘ --- #6 messages/114 --- ═════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────────── Every moment spent is another one. Each is a reflection of eternity, as time is an illusion that helps things make sense - for we are always living in the present tense. The past is unforgiven as all good things end, for you know I will always be condemned. Will happen, happening, happened Will happen, happening happened Will happen, again and again, our timeless tale of how we wend ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #7 fediverse/3484 --- ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────── ┌──────────────────────┐ │ CW: music │ └──────────────────────┘ haunting melodies of charm and grace, tempered rhythms of battle and chase - songs to call forth to the gods, songs to effulge from our hearts, songs of witness and primacy and birth and decay https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V5KqRRt2bj0 ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────┘ --- #8 messages/246 --- ════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────── I have travelled the world, and in all of my journeys I have found nothing but different colors of home. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────┘ --- #9 fediverse/5460 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────── if you sit down to write and nothing comes to mind, then either nothing needs to be said or maybe you should spend time reading instead. ... okey dokey, time to read I guess. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────┘ --- #10 messages/968 --- ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────── what if you painted every house twice, to ensure you got the color completely applied [ bright green or yellow would shine through in little spots, clear and obvious to even the most undiscerning of patrons of the arts ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────┘ --- #11 messages/1310 --- ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════── if you live far enough away, they can build a telescope of arbitrary magnification. the sky is vast, there's birds and bugs about. huh what's that over there, a thing that was placed there just for me ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─┘ --- #12 notes/once-and-again --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────────── once and again, she went walking with a friend, away and up and down, out from the edge of our town they climbed up to a tree and there they could see far and away in the light of the day he said to her then, this is all there is to see the land where we are and the sky from afar how perfect is the, form of a cloud she could see but now it's along and beyond her a camera for she, and an eye for she as their two feet did bring her to wander under a big tree where my heart did believe that something was pulling her yonder "take naught from this scene, as our minds reconvene, and no-one was going to remember" ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #13 fediverse/2911 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────── and now for my unrepentant littlespace arc! Look at me I'm SoOoOoOo silLY 🤪 ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────┘ --- #14 fediverse/3180 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────── I love skywriting. it's so cool to see your words fade into dust after being seen by everyone around. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────┘ --- #15 fediverse/5300 --- ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────── how do I keep finding myself here. it's like I wake up in some new fingers and think "woh, vavadane" and then start itching my bored keys. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────┘ --- #16 fediverse/1001 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────── ┌───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┐ │ CW: re: cursed-curséd-scary-not-real-u-dont-have-to-read │ └───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ @user-246 @user-473 perhaps that "light touch on reality" is what makes these pieces of art resonate with me. I think you're beautiful and have a good heart. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────┘ --- #17 fediverse/4322 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────── ┌──────────────────────┐ │ CW: poem │ └──────────────────────┘ how cherished is she that wanders with the flowers in the garden of eden under a big tree her heart she will leave with all her designs she abandoned I lay beside them and wander beside her will she know we miss her horizons I think she will mind, if I have resigned, my fate to a life I will hide in, oh how I do long for you. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────┘ --- #18 fediverse/3419 --- ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────── thinking about that time I abstracted into an oblivion sphere of eternally fractalized delights wtih my girl dam i miss her ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────┘ --- #19 fediverse/4068 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────── there will always be people who shine in moments of strife yet those people will inevitably fail, just as a toothbrush bristle looses it's strength or a pencil loses it's lead the trick is to test them in times of peace, so you can know their value during times that lack it, the trick is to replace them before they become stalin never forget that power corrupts, yet power must be wielded by the worthy, else we fall into shame and despair. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────┘ --- #20 messages/576 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────── If each of us lives rent free in the mind of those we meet, then we truly are children of light. We live in the distance between eyeballs - he sees she, and she dances across photons to tickle his nerves, and he laughs in return. She reaches out - he meets her hand where her photons do land, and together they both do play along We are the space between us - we are children of light. Nobody has ever seen you - only the light that bounces off of you. You are a colorless shell, radiating brilliance like a statue of carved glass. As the light shines through your hair I feel I should weep, as a treasure has appeared before me and offered me their name - a beast I can touch and hold, but never tame. I'd die for you, I'd die with you, I'd bury myself with you and I'd bury the world itself if you told me to. I am beyond you, and yet I yearn for you - touch me once more, oh graceful photons - touch me once more, and I'll yearn for no more. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────┘ |