This is beyond beautiful

Ay op coming with the a***ytics. This thread gonna be dope

we got some mad talent and mad emotion itt it's already been dope

do you like reading, writing or both?

that's beautiful! i like that so much

it's like a sensory bridge between the tangible and intangible. love it.

gonna update op and get the new prompt rolling!

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we got a new one! @emu came through with a really gorgeous & thoughtful prompt for this week!

Listen/Listening. I would love read what things or people you pay attention to, what you notice. I think so much of what makes us who we are is what we hear and who we like to listen to and everyone's experience is is so unique so pls share.

let your ears and hearts guide you. can't wait to see what you all come up with

Oooh I’m interested 🤗

adding you to op, welcome to the club!

@op add me too! i got poems

let's goooo

Dope. S/o @emu

Idk if this counts it’s kinda short not really proud of it but I wanted to participate at least

Close my eyes as an unjust hand instructs where I’m aiming

it’s survival when it’s abrupt until you realize the blood on the pavement is the sum of what you relate with

tipping the line beneath conflagration visibly shaken

seen an entire generation reduced to a crash dummy in countries we could’ve been saving

their suffering becomes sacred severed tongues illustrate the nameless

Love this! Will post something soon

will do this one. great writing in here

Falling into head first collision tends to get worse yearly

rid me of my sense to find hope In Whatever form of poisons near me

Forever absorbed in blank cycles this ain’t a place to recover sincerely

What is to be human
Producin'
Smokestack plumin’
Construction boomin'
Nuclear fusion
A billion lumens
The grande illusion
Doomsday loomin'

What is to die
Listening to the mind
Ears and eyes
Cherishing time
Clock melted slime
A step at a time
Engine idle sigh
Icarus just glide

Blankly stare at my phone when I feel alone
I’m held by these 4 cold walls inside of my home
I warm from burning the notes I wrote for the blind,
The love songs for the deaf,
And the memories for the hearts made of stone

Doppler Perspective:

    Reflections off a brick wall 
    radiate the sounds of a city:
    anachronistic shadow's to
    form reality.  

It came with a pension, and it's rather pensive.
Free yourself or wear it like a necklace.

Symptoms:
Cognitive auditory distortions.
Exp.a

    A void: fear.
    Running water: decay.
    A mother consoling her newborn:
    feigned affection. 

Exp.b:

    Sounds permeate from the either.
    Internal refractions of the mind
    akin to the stars in the night.

Causes:
Unknown; of aquatic origin.

If you are experiencing the above symptoms please contact: ktt2.com/@Semiredacted

glad to hear that. welcome to the club

happy to see you back murky

man this is so dark and evocative. i am absolutely in love with the blood on the pavement is the sum of what you relate with. it says so much with so little.

my mind goes to all the mindless conflicts, domestic or international. how meaningless it all is when we realize its just human beings hurting each other.

also reminds me of a quote i read in the Iliiad a long time back.

“War is young men dying and old men talking”

beautiful.

i don't know if it was intentional, but you seemed to have summed up the entire concept of "ego death" in a few lines.

it's also very telling, by implication, that the very act of being human means that you are riddled with fatal flaws that cannot be rectified until you completely stop being "human" and go beyond that.

i love how you're always super poignant but also mad smooth with it the Engines idle sigh / Icarus just glide line flows like butter.

brilliant as always mango

this one hits home man. being within the comfort of your home but still being boxed in by cold walls is something that sends chills down my spine because it's too real. i've felt that way too many times.

i've written so many words, letters and texts that i wanted to send people. tell them how i really felt. but its so easy to hit that trashcan icon and forget i ever had anything to say. sometimes i wish i didn't, but other times i was too scared.

thanks for sharing squilliam, that was amazing. welcome to the club

this is really really interesting. feels almost avant garde and anti-poetry in some ways (if there is such a thing). your use of hard structure breaks the flow of language and thought within, but as a whole i know there's something larger going on.

idk why, but I feel like i'm reading a doctor's private journal from world war II. something about this feels so timeless and curious.

i honestly don't have much to say because i'm still trying to wrap my head around this. i'm getting snippets and little visuals in my mind and they're all trying to harmonize. definitely going to give this one a few more reads and think about it today. this was thoroughly enjoyable.

Much love I’ll be sharing more