Child of Light
Official Writing Thread
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Another Day to Bleed
Posted 10 November 2015 - 12:33 AM
Face Your Angels
Posted 16 November 2015 - 01:08 AM
Posted 19 April 2016 - 10:30 AM
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Posted 29 April 2016 - 02:04 PM
Where if your world…is known…how…can it be? I ask myself questions related to this, and many others.
Constantly, I'm seeing things for what is, but isn't. I'm unaware of my true motives, but yet I'm questioned by the correspondences of what gives way to my unconscious and I...we all should know though… there's only one correspondence that truly links these two nodes, and that is 'you'.
So I ask myself...'what is you?' Well...I figure it has something to do with being gestalt. Now personally, I critique this to be exactly what this is all about. A picture made to become the scheme of an elaborate reality. One full of deception, discord, monotony, but mostly, harmony to it's critical parts. This is in actuality the current world. How it all beckons itself to be, is in fact, the world needing itself to be the way that it is, and that's in order for anything to have the patterns that they currently emit, evoke, etc.
This is no alternate reality too, this is the real deal. What you do not understand is in actuality an underlining fullness that gives way to all the current manifestations life throws at you, and allows 'you' to see and understand them by what's emerging and such. Now what would that make you? Some proprietor that sees things as a manifestation of the sum of it's parts? Well...in actuality, yes, that's actually it, however, there is no actuality, when in fact, you are governed by truly unique placid realities. This may seem unorthodox in some manner, but to verify how you are accredited to your self is in fact an illusion. In a surreal sense, there is actually a multi fold in your self. One part of it is accredited to you, while another, is accredited to the role of 'you' in a twisted fashion. What you see with your eyes, is all you see, but there are more than just your dimension to things. There is actually a communique form by the mind and self that is not fully understood and maybe even not real at the same time too. (in that, I'm saying that it is currently unable to become verifiable/justified) Because of this, there is nothing attributable to making yourself exist more than you do now, due to the strong shifts in monotony you end up going to and fro, forthwith and asunder with. You actually lengthen the periodic state of what makes you see more as time goes on, and with that, you end up with more variety, more details, more specifically, you end up with more life. Without variety present, you would be in the dumps and unable to have the enthusiasm of your own accordance to living daily and such in having it present.
Now, I don't exactly know what to make of the world, but my true understanding of parts is that we have no law governing it's variety. We could have so much more... There actually is a whole independent of everything...but what is it? Emergence tells the story of its shifts, it's current realities present in living, but not the whole configuration to things. I hope that our whole is how we all will be eventually. Back together with what applies the truth, and what applies the facts indicating 'you'. Maybe it answers to nobody, but in my life, I've done some terrific things, and I get the indication something deeply cares about me. And with that, I hope I'm actually doing something correct, but even then I'm blind, because there is so much more to seeing, that, what I currently say may mean absolutely nothing! What I mean to imply is, none of what I do may mean absolutely anything...
So it's come to the point where I may never fully understand things. I'm not even bothered by this. I just care about what I'm dealing with, and I care about everything else too because it's all about evolving, experiencing, learning, etc. It's best that you let this not concern yourself. Just live. Just do. Just see. Just act. Discover things. Do what you have to do, and always be just. Most importantly, love.
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Posted 07 October 2016 - 11:30 PM
Something I wrote on a whim. It was inspired by a story I was reading the other day, though I forgot it since I didn't realize I would be writing this. This concept has always spooked me, so here's a creepy story:
Death is something we all fear at some point in our life. As we grow older, we think more about it and what it truly means to lose loved ones or people you simply just knew and liked. It was a slow and merciless one for me. First my blurry vision fell to total darkness, then the ability to even talk in a raspy tone was lost forever and soon all that was left was the ability to breath and listen. I listened to my family say their final parting words and that was it, my life was no more.
I do not despair to this revelation however as I lived a good life despite how short it may seem. I had a loving family, had caring friends and no one really went out of their way to ruin my day since the days of high school drama. If I needed support or advice, people were always there for me. I made so many people happy as they made me happy. I will miss them, but I will meet them in the afterlife eventually. It was then and there my vision and hearing recovered. I could not speak or smell, but I saw myself laying where I died and my family crying over what was once my body. I wish them all the best, and hope they support one another during this time of need.
My newfound body began to float through the roof, and into the stormy skies above. I saw my city from a bird's eye view and soon my whole country I lived in all my life. I dreamed of travel, but I do not despair I didn't get to make that dream a reality as I am traveling to the afterlife, or at least, I thought I did. A few days later however, I am now drifting in space. I see the blue planet I once lived on, all of it within my vision. It grows smaller and smaller as time passes on. My hope and acceptance belittles into despair as I realized there is no afterlife - and ghosts don't stay on Earth like the ghost stories claim because ghosts aren't affected by gravity. This is the fate for all things after life.
That's really chilling. Like damn. Good stuff
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Posted 26 July 2017 - 06:22 AM
Someone Else's Reality
Favor for a Friend (One Last Song)
Posted 15 August 2017 - 08:32 PM
"Tornado" - By Jared S.
You hurt me bad. So bad. I know you know. You’ve told me you know. I’ve told you many times. I don’t know hoe to let this sorrow go. You are gone, without a trace and without a look back. The fact that you didn’t tell me you left, the fact that I had to snoop on a social media site I don’t even use. And to see you are living your life normally, across the country like we were never acquaintanced.
How do you do this? How do you just drop an entire life, years of friendship, years of unconditional love behind? How do you leave with a person that betrayed you, a person you left yet latched right back onto like a leech? A child is born into poverty, and only worse is continued thereon. Bad choices are made before during and after, and I can tell that it’ll only get worse as time flows.
Best friends….what does that even mean anymore? Gone without a trace, gone without a goodbye, gone with nothing but your select last words “we need to FaceTime every day!”.
Gone like the wind, so they say. Something that comes, and something that goes. I guess this was just a friendship that kept coming back too much, like a wind carrying seeds across the land. This wind was too strong, blowing the door open every so often, but I never truly had the courage to close the door all the way, nonetheless lock it. I guess I could never really find that key…or has the key been in my hand this entire time? I guess I’ve tried locking it before, but the door would always just blow back open, like a tornado forcing me to become consumed in its winds. Its gusts and winds are similar to your poison, the friendship and love I constantly craved. They felt amazing until….they stopped. I constantly wanted more but it seems the tornado is now gone, and that’s something I need to accept.
The wind is gone. The poison is leaving my body. I am back to the ground. But I find myself empty and lost, not just without you but without one last goodbye. Across the country in one step, you left a whole lot of life and hurt behind. Now all I’m left with is memories forming almost four years ago, and a lifetime to remember alone. Walking this trail alone, skies still and calm.
“He’s your Elizabeth”, you mom would always say. Yet you would never cherish me that way, not since you met him. Not since you met the manchild that ruined your life and stole your heart, turning it from pure to poison. But that’s okay, because it’s your life and who am I to judge? I just wish I knew sooner that I’d be hurt so badly.
I don’t need you. I don’t. I truly don’t. Especially not after this time. I have the support I need, I’ve learned to give myself the love that you gave to me as well. I’ve grown and grown, and you will always be the girl hiding, except now with your child in front of you.
I won’t say good riddance, because that’s not how I want to remember you. I will wear this like a mantle, always there to remind me of the pain you’ve put me through. There will be worse. There will be better. But it will not be you any longer. I don’t need you like I thought I did. I am free. My chains are released, I no longer have to fear a tornado, pulling me in at any time. The poison is expelling the higher I go. I can instead fly on my own, with winds around me. Not winds that will consume me, but only excel me further into the sky.
“I never really noticed that I had to decide
To play someone's game or live my own life
And now I do”
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