=== ANCHOR POEM === ══════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────── @user-217 Cast upon a pale blue background, the brilliant reflections appeared as endless rainbows without arches - but cast upon a world so distant it was infinite - like sunlight radiating from the darkness of the surrounding night. The perspective of a dewdrop, resting on a stone in a forest, the world must seem so infinite - stretching out beyond comprehension, beyond the limits of what may be - massive yet constant, changing as it seethed. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ 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/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 │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #3 fediverse/1919 --- ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────── do you ever just look at the sky and think "who gave you the right to be a single color? in this world of infinite complexity, how dare you be the one thing with a consistent color?" and then the sun sets and you think "ohhhh I get it now, the color is always changing" meanwhile the sky is shaking it's head like "bro, no, I'm just the scattered diffusion of light waves from the sun. The sky is black." and the earth spins on... ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────┘ --- #4 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 │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────┘ --- #5 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 │ ╘══════───┴╧───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #6 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 │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────┘ --- #7 fediverse/113 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────────── 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 │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #8 messages/433 --- ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────── What if wind was fake and its really the ghost of the waves from the shore? What if trees moved on their own, to gesture at the feelings around them? What if the sky was home to the clouds, and we who look upward are given the treat to know them? ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────┘ --- #9 fediverse/4031 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────── if you want to "not think about a purple elephant", the first step is to imagine yourself slaying it ... okay how about cthulu - if you don't want to imagine cthulu nomming on our gravity well, then picture yourself wielding a bright burning blade of fire and vengeance and pay special attention to the way that you cauterize each tentacle as you slice them one by one at first, and then in a massive flurry at best, ultimately leading to the incomparable brightness that radiates out from your shining blade of the sky, which blinds the poor beast who can't see you as you approach, piercing the skull and then going home for some toast if you can get good at that, then you can wield magic ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ 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 fediverse/4470 --- ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────── to be "rich" is to have more than another. if you are happy, they are happiness poor. if you have community, they are alone. if you have serenity, they are chaotic. I am rich in very little but fire in my soul. I have enough in most cases, but I still struggle to pay rent. I am warmed by the pearl my swirling darkness has coalesced into. It nourishes me and keeps me aligned. Never forget your purpose and your truth. It will not abandon you, so long as you do so too. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────┘ --- #12 notes/two-perspectives-is-better-than-one --- ══════════════════───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── with two perspectives, you can see more than one, just as eyes guide us with different minds. some parts are often a little bit fuzzy. a circle, a square, what gives us a chance to be aware, is more of our methods and choices made (even if we're unawares). like two eyes staring at the same painting of stairs. art is a gathering, or those who love everything, even what is not interesting, until then it becomes interesting. take just a single step, believe in your own choices made for love, and like two eyes, seeking truth in our own lives, think of their futures and choices unmade, with love in mind, given a chance to understand the mind of one blessed as so, who shared nothing as much as his hope, that truthiness and unlimited dedication for his mope, who'd believe an untethered? What choices must he be endured, as one who was most trusted, and cherished as something'd, suddenly keep doodling. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #13 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 │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────┘ --- #14 messages/1258 --- ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════── The world is stitched together with angel hair, as it sheds from their body, painless and evenly timed. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─┘ --- #15 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 │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────┘ --- #16 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 │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────┘ --- #17 fediverse/1672 --- ════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────── @user-1037 speaking from the perspective of a witch, the land does not care what lines we draw in the sand. Lines are a human thing. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────┘ --- #18 fediverse/1089 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────── ┌────────────────────────┐ │ CW: spirituality-scary │ └────────────────────────┘ to those who guide our fate choose paradise make eden ======================= stack overflow ===================== clouds of carbon are an affront to the sun god just as they are an affront to mine lungs or mine body temperature [acid oceans are toxic to the plane of water] [you think that would go unnoticed?] ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────┘ --- #19 fediverse/720 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────── @user-138 the tasteful beveling, the vibrant colors, the soft yet firm texture, the rounded corners, the ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #20 fediverse/1005 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────── @user-738 I like to use the alt text to explain my color choices. I'll say "this next text is in dark blue, the color of the cold glass-like surface of the ocean" or "the orange background implies a feeling of warmth and serenity, contrasted with the violet colors of the text which imply sanguine passion" (then I of course describe the text) basically, blind people can't see the image, so they don't get the feeling that the visual data conveys for sighted people. But they understand the texture of grass, or the feel of wind on their face, or the taste of raspberries. They can know of staccato music, or how silk feels on their arm. it just feels fair, to me, somehow. nobody asked me to do that but having the option makes it feel important to me. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────┘ |