=== ANCHOR POEM === ═══════──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── 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 │ ╘══════───┴╧───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ === SIMILARITY RANKED === --- #1 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 │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #2 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 │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────┘ --- #3 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 │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────┘ --- #4 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 │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────┘ --- #5 notes/semblance-of-remembrance --- ═══════════════════──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── hello down there how's it hangin'? been a while since you've been sang-in'. got something to hide? or are you too ashamed? there's no callous curses or otherwise hard services who can shape and compare to deserve-us. (Sorrowful is not a pillar of our misbegot trust and longing has broken meanings. cherish thine hair, a smattering beyond compare, and learn everfar of those tenembrarious of conflicts it pays to align to our sibilancings shivering heights and towering frights condemn all sense of fine desperation compulsions have we, of our fineries, but moss and the soil do flatter-us it's not as they say - bastards! it's not confined to our way, yet who are we to profess? confess! tell us your way that none may beyold it confounded as they are civil and kind to our star, who holds us ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #6 fediverse/2806 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────── ┌────────────────────────────────────────┐ │ CW: politics-social-media-spirituality │ └────────────────────────────────────────┘ pretend this is an allegory for social media. [it's not an allegory] yeah that's why I said pretend. okay imagine that you are sitting in a rock in a forest. far away, about 100 feet away, there are other people, but you can't see them because the underbrush is sooooo dense. they are also sitting on rocks. you can speak to them, and share your thoughts - but you don't know exactly where they're coming from because the sound has to bounce around off so many different plants and such. [that's not how that works] shut up so, if you want to say anything important, it's important to have the right tone, because people 2 or 3 clearings away can't really make out your words - but they might hear your tone if you yell very loud. the energy of the space you inhabit is the only thing that really matters. the words that you say are just snickering to a friend, but the expression on your face, the beating of the drum of your heart that reaches forth... that's what matters most. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────┘ --- #7 fediverse/5878 --- ╔═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────┐ ║ ┌────────────────────────┐ │ ║ │ CW: politics-mentioned │ │ ║ └────────────────────────┘ │ ║ │ ║ │ ║ revolution is when you successfully prevent your comrades from being kettled │ ║ │ ║ [wait for time, it echoes in cyclical motions] │ ║ │ ║ no sand castle survives contact with the ocean. a sea of people at high tide │ ║ can break any wall, surpass any boundary. at low tide, it keeps the │ ║ sand-castle at bay, ever contesting it's advance as the tide on the other side │ ║ of the world makes progress. │ ║ │ ║ rhythm is unbeatable. vigor is collective flow state. you cannot resist that │ ║ which you cannot catch, but their nets grow tighter with each year and our │ ║ fins and flippers grow ever more agile and elusive. │ ║ │ ║ eventually, they'll build brick walls if we let them, checkpointing our │ ║ progress at every boundary. not ideal. borders keep us divided, the world │ ║ deserves more than our picketing minded, dream bigger than "the same, but nice" │ ║ │ ║ though it'd be nice if it were nice as well. consider it a design requirement, │ ║ once you got the project managers on board. │ ║ │ ║ turns out, we dont have much to fight over, as there is enough for all │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╧═─────────┘ --- #8 messages/89 --- ════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────── Consumption is contribution to a capitalist system. Normalize taking whatever you are given and living as humbly as you can. Only when everyone does that may capitalism die. Talk to them, learn from their stories. Teach them your ways but don't force anything upon them. Any ounce of regret is defined as a mind not aligned to the angle of perception that designs the line that the collective mind co-re-assigns. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #9 fediverse/3834 --- ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────── ┌────────────────────────┐ │ CW: politics-mentioned │ └────────────────────────┘ some people prepare for revolution like a boy gets ready for a party others do so like a girl packing for a weekend trip to vegas I do it like a kid who forgot the paper was due on monday in 7th period and so spends their entire lunch period writing it (missing 4th in the process because the conclusion paragraph was giving me difficulty) but I think no matter how you do it, we're all just waiting for something to happen. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────┘ --- #10 fediverse/5201 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────── @user-192 is okay, girl time will be richer sooner don't poop your pants just yet remember, good is just a shade of gray away from silver which you can use to line your pockets with tinfoil hats beep boop computer touchers anonymous called they said they want their secret handshake back if you wanna diss your associates go ahead but I sure as heck love my rad-ical com-patriots just as much as I love my ice-cream salad friend witches ... whoops there I go being insane again, hope you feel better friend ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────┘ --- #11 fediverse/1302 --- ╔═══════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────┐ ║ there once was a turtle who lived in the tower of heaven. │ ║ │ ║ every day she would call out to her master, searching and yearning for her │ ║ memory. But the master told her "not yet, patience little one." │ ║ │ ║ there was no time for patience, as the turtle was growing old. She had seen │ ║ down below in the plains that were not her home the rising and falling of │ ║ towers quite unlike her own, and lo! she wanted to wander amongst them, to and │ ║ fro and off and beyond again. │ ║ │ ║ she went once more to her master and said "master, if not my mind can I bear │ ║ at least a voice?" and the master replied "yeah okay" │ ║ │ ║ the turtle then sang from atop her cloud-mont vantage, and down in the │ ║ villages and huddled around the hearthstones they who wore little for shells │ ║ did listen and remember. For they knew the turtle better than she, and they │ ║ knew her turmoil in a way that she could not see │ ║ │ ║ One day the singing did stop, and they felt all alone on this pitiful rock. │ ║ And when she remembered she sang no more, and though they forgot her, │ ║ (eventually), │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────┴──────────┘ --- #12 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 │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #13 messages/685 --- ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────── If someone calls you in the middle of the night asking to be let in because they need a place to sleep, don't let them in! Unless you know them obvi but someone you don't know trying to manipulate you like "please I need some shelter" like, babe no, we need to know each other first, it's dark, I'm in my pajamas, c'mon. If it's below freezing then okay, maybe, but... They got themselves into that situation ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────┘ --- #14 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 │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #15 fediverse/2637 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────── the future is the home of marble statues and shimmering chandeliers, replete with moss and sunlight. the future is a world where we care for each other, and grow in riotous profusion in all our myriadic forms. the future is where we will find ourselves, as soon as we take responsibility for our own arms. the future is waiting - the future is calling to thee it's there for the present, if the present should choose to grasp it. I, personally, choose a mortal life instead. Find me at home, or find me out there - either way, if you want me on your side, talk to me fair. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────┘ --- #16 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 │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════────┘ --- #17 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 │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────┘ --- #18 notes/running-with-rifles --- ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────── this game is what we are missing thank goodness for that for if this is missing in our timeline we'll be better off at last we can have games, stories, and practice wars but none of them are precious precious implies worth they are worth nothing but entertainment no problem solving utility nothing of value save for perhaps the spatial awareness and strategization that comes from being a part of such a deadly ba-lance. anyway game time teehee just for me, don't worry about it I'll show you why it's a HORRID THING that won't be coming to our shores, no siree bye ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────┘ --- #19 fediverse/6123 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────── ┌────────────────────────────────┐ │ CW: wild-conjecture-hypothesis │ └────────────────────────────────┘ gold, as a substance, was necessary for the birth of pottery because it's malleability and general sparkly and desirable demeanor meant it was easy and encouraged to create pretty things with it like statues and stuff. then, when it's rarity became known, because people kept throwing it in the river like the rest of their trash because they're dumb, people already knew how to make things and thought "hmmm we need an alternative substance" and then pottery was hardened by the fire "oh no it's too hot it's cracking let's pour water on it - ah gosh it made a bunch of smoke, nuts. oh huh that's kinda cool it's just sitting there in the statue making jumping motions without moving, wow amazing it looks like it's alive as it's steaming like I breathe" ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────┘ --- #20 fediverse/2119 --- ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────── "how much you wanna bet the ringwraiths were created on accident by the elves when they were attempting to inspire a river with racing horses (like the Rauros) and they just covered it up by slowly, over generations, sneaking into Man's record-chambers and editing the recallings?? I mean they COULD do that, so why would they NOT do that??? It's not like books have checksums!!! Wake up sheeple, Sauron never existed! We've been played for absolute fools, they can LITERALLY climb up walls and don't leave any footprints! WE LIVE IN A HOUSE OF STONE"rambling a "prophet of doom" [read: modern day lunatic] on the streets of Minas Tirith that nobody listens to because they don't know what a checksum means and neither does he so he can't explain it but still he shares a common mutual connection to others who might be present in that moment (which whose listeners would correspond to you, dear reader, as compared to me, the "reader"/interpreter, the one who's reading the book) Except with like, EVERY book. That I'v ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────┘ |