=== ANCHOR POEM === ═══════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────────── @user-217 looking backwards in time, at the pattern the moon makes around the sun. each rotation layered upon itself, time and time again, as the reciprocal orbit dances eternally around our precious centrality. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────┴───────────┘ === SIMILARITY RANKED === --- #1 fediverse/1754 --- ═════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────── @user-217 the cosmos unfolding, from end to end and back again. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧══════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────┴───────────┘ --- #2 fediverse/541 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────────── @user-216 this is what Earth looks like to the sun ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════────────────────────────────┴───────────┘ --- #3 fediverse/588 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────────── @user-436 @user-437 mistakes can be illustrative and with new perspectives, perhaps we may move forward into the future, bearing all the mistakes of our selves and our ancestors upon our backs. After all, beauty is not found in the presence of absolute perfection, but rather in the marred surface of the moon. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════────────────────────────────┴───────────┘ --- #4 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 │ ╘═════════╧══════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────┴───────────┘ --- #5 fediverse_boost/108 --- ◀═╦═══════════════════[BOOST]═════════════════════───────────────────────────────┐ ║ ┌──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┐ │ ║ │ Things that for all of recorded history have been bywords for the │ │ ║ │ timeless and unchanging aspects of existence—the tides, the seasons, │ │ ║ │ even the length of a day—are shifting under our feet and over our │ │ ║ │ heads. If this isn’t a wake-up call we’re probably not asleep but │ │ ║ │ dead already. │ │ ║ └──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ │ ╠─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧═════════════════════════════════════───────────────────┴───────────┴─▶ --- #6 fediverse/109 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────────────── @user-95 time is an illusion that helps things make sense. even yesterday we were living in the present tense. breakfasts unforgotten mingle with those long mist, but you and i will always persist ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────┴───────────┘ --- #7 messages/552 --- ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────── There is no past, only history There is no future, only planning Today is everywhere all the time. Nothing changes the fact that we all sleep at once. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧══════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────┴───────────┘ --- #8 fediverse/1394 --- ════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────── the sun doesn't seem as bright if you spend your days underneath it. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧═════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────┴───────────┘ --- #9 fediverse/2970 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────── @user-246 sunlight, as a new daybreak dawns? ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════────────────────────┴───────────┘ --- #10 messages/1059 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────── time passes just as quickly for a tree as for a man. they are cast in shadows, a thrilling dance through time. then, sunrise, and they see their leaves once more. bright! warmth! I love the sun. warm me! keep me warm! I celebrate you. how nourished is my form. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╧───────────┘ --- #11 fediverse/3725 --- ════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────── the earth doesn't know how big she is, and everytime you carry a seed across state lines she learns a bit more about her surface. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧═════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────┴───────────┘ --- #12 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 │ ╘═════════╧══════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────┴───────────┘ --- #13 fediverse/903 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────────── the tree of life is a geyser of time cast out onto our bones through an endlessly complicating pile of matter. I am beautiful, I am perfect, and so are you. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────┴───────────┘ --- #14 notes/the-sun-goes-silent --- ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────── the sun goes silent for a year, to protest the earth's dying moments one day in march, the light of our life disappears. we know not of why it has \ departed, except that whatever it was happened eight minutes ago. we cowered in fear as one day it refused to rise as our antipode saw it vanish with naught but our ears we saw stars never imagined with the light of our life suddenly vanished our true plight came naturally as our fear but tomorrow it'll re-imagine, as it's been almost exactly one year one full rotation, to get the message across, then with man as our [signal, \ message, \ conveyor, \ performer, \ expression, \ by-product communication,] what's our earth is our star trust-me ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╧═──────────┘ --- #15 fediverse/1594 --- ════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────── stars are natural too ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧═════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────┴───────────┘ --- #16 fediverse/880 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────────── @user-246 the color of the sky 🤩 ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────┴───────────┘ --- #17 fediverse/1752 --- ═════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────── @user-883 A brilliant pearl is still beautiful, even if coveted by a clam at the bottom of the ocean. If beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and there is none who are there to see, then perhaps it resonates in the hearts of it's creators, like a silent symphony. Or perhaps it is like a star in a sky shrouded by clouds - it twinkles in it's stellar heights and yet none can perceive it. As the light bends, it carves through space a pattern of elegance, and I do believe that it's radiance is beautiful in it's rippling waveforms. But I have a thing about waves, so maybe I'm biased :) ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧══════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────┴───────────┘ --- #18 messages/30 --- ══───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── We orbit one another and thus, create movement. That movement was life. All caused by the fluctuations evoked by the moon's gravity well. [aka the tides] - They affect other dimensions as well, in particular the CONSCIOUSNESS dimension. And that created ripples over time, that led to tides, and repetitive fluctuations of movement - like a sine wave. This created motion, and the truly chaotic parts developed life, because they essentially did fusion with consciousness atoms. I think the nuclear weak force is a lot weaker ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═────────┴───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┴───────────┘ --- #19 fediverse/4105 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────── @user-192 it's in space, duh ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════────────────────┴───────────┘ --- #20 fediverse/1214 --- ════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────── ┌──────────────────────┐ │ CW: death-mentioned │ └──────────────────────┘ some day, the past will exist only in the media made in that era and the threads that it left in that which came later. for now, it still persists in our memories. But we shall die, and with us our recollections. How sad, that the eras before us shall depart upon our graves. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧═════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────┴───────────┘ --- #21 fediverse/3729 --- ════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────── ┌────────────────────────────┐ │ CW: re: politics-mentioned │ └────────────────────────────┘ @user-1074 sounds like anarchy to me. well, the roots at least are shared, perhaps our visions blossom slightly differently, but we yearn for the same sun. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧═════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────┴───────────┘ --- #22 messages/1060 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────── trees are like rivers, but comprised of windblown leaves. who are you, to me? I am me to thee. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╧───────────┘ --- #23 messages/1301 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────── calling angels to battle is how you get judgement day. The only reason we're still here is that the angels won, and the darkness was kept at bay. They say there are endless amounts of stars in the sky. I don't know if that's true, but I do know that they are innumerable. what is darkness but emptiness? typically, occasionally, other stuff that breaks apart to stillness over the eternities. then, caught in a gravitic pull, (conclusively inevitable, as the universe is measured on a spectrum), it is pulled to another surface, to begin a new life as anew. little particles hit our atmosphere all the bit-by-bit every year. what's more for our home planet's glory! ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╧════───────┘ --- #24 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 │ ╘═════════╧════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────┴───────────┘ --- #25 messages/1186 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────── I am amazed, frankly, that my life has always managed to get different. feels almost like change is an inevitable constant thing. I personally prefer when changes are intentionalized, rather than weather. "the thing I crave most of all is stability. tranquility. ever-loving peace." - some guy with long hair ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╧═══────────┘ --- #26 messages/367 --- ════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────── Stars are just as natural as plants. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧═════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────┴───────────┘ --- #27 fediverse/578 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────────── @user-422 if you didn't have your eyes could you see where you were? if you didn't have your body, too? where's your sense of direction, is it lost in the rain? keep it close to your heart. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════────────────────────────────┴───────────┘ --- #28 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 │ ╘═════════╧════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────┴───────────┘ --- #29 fediverse/740 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────────── find beauty in all things and beauty will find you ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════────────────────────────────┴───────────┘ --- #30 fediverse/1271 --- ════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────── ┌─────────────────────────────────────┐ │ CW: re: sliiight sadness, nostalgia │ └─────────────────────────────────────┘ @user-883 the future is what we make of it. it happens both slower and faster than imaginable, and it's not evenly distributed. when I yearn for the future, I find myself drawn to the past - the natural world around me inspires me in ways that my computer never could. Just as my computer inspires me in ways that a tree, a brook, a cloud alight might not. though the future may be terrifying, we're here for it together. And nothing has changed in our humanity, save for our slight addiction to social media. frankly I'd take social media over leaded gasoline any day! ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧═════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────┴───────────┘ --- #31 fediverse/1423 --- ════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────── "of course, I'm on lots of places on the internet. I know my way around the territory. I can show you a bit, if you dare, so come on this journey as I share."some person, some-when, in the future looking at our storied and ancient past ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧═════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────┴───────────┘ --- #32 messages/926 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────── how cherished. how divine. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════────┴───────────┘ --- #33 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 │ ╘═════════╧══════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────┴───────────┘ |