One of my earlier works....
I didn't know where to post this, so correct me if there was a better/more appropriately suited discussion forum.
This was something i wrote first year high school, believing one day it would be part of a book of mine. That delusion has dissolved now, as i don't think it's great material, but nevertheless, maybe some raw potential exists. Any-who, tell me what you think, and be extremely harsh, constructively of course.There may be some silly spelling errors, and bad syntax at points... i felt it to be topical nonsense, going and re-addressing errors that occured years back... take it for what it's worth. Play nice kiddies, albeit be unforgiving.
(my writing style has changed fairly drastically, at least i would like to think. I will post some recent works up soon. Enjoy, and tell me what is fucking horrible, and what bears some artistic innovation.)
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“In deraemon, stuck in limbo, metaphysical hiatus”
Gravity is realistic. Gravity is honest. Gravity is perpetually truthful, in the most blatantly brutal ways, and yet the most secure. Gravity holds this place together, for is it wasn’t for gravity, all this nothingness would not be here. I would not be here, as far as can be confirmed. Wasn’t that the initial purpose anyways? Letting me breath is a little melodramatic is it not? They have stripped me of life, but not of vitality. I must be missing something, i mean of course besides everything. At least now, they can strip me of nothing. Nakedness is the most powerful fortitude after all. Darwin has obviously overshot this one.
The breeze here is calming, albeit the absence of trees is at the least, a little unsettling. Even here, nature has no contention. Here, science is held in contempt, subordinate to that of faeries, vampires, atlantis , bigfoot, and whatever other mythical substance you can formulate.Maybe those are not of this worlds essence, but after my recent experiences, dismissal of anything is i can consider irrefutable. Time is certainly one thing i am not deprived of here, might as well speculate, after all, speculation is the greatest knowledge of the imprisoned. This thought makes me feel a little happier, as i find a spot beside the garden, and lay my achen body to rest. Before birth we are given a latency period before our elders innate expectation kicks in. This time however there are no expectations, and no one is there to encourage me. The only motivation left is my hate. This will guide me. My integrative hate will be my deity.
People do not change,there is no concept of internal change, and even if there was i’ve already undergone it, reached the apex of my volition. This now is my home, apart form everything i hate, and everything else. If it wasn't for hate, i would not be able to feel. Nihilism, after all is now the most profound ontology. Why not embrace, and channel. If you can’t beat them join them right? Sorry god, call me Judas, have me hanged for my betrayal, but you haven't given me enough evidence. Religion is just a bunch of arguments after all, and your thesis was strong, but you failed to foresee the rest. You might have my blood-companions convinced, but for me you’ve thrown a white flag in. This must be the first symptom of desolation, getting angry with delusions. The sun is now setting. i ignore natures subtle bedtime cue. They’ll be plenty of time to sleep when im dead. I laugh at the irony of this saying now, as i reluctantly close my eyes.
Love. People used to tell me love is the most mystical, and complex wave-links of them all. No tangibility, no external signs untill discovered by the victim, and no byproducts but the stupid things it makes you do. As far as it concerns me, love is an obsolete religion. Love has never pulled anyone out of transgression. Nope, not anything but hate can do that. Love gives you no strength just susceptibility, while hate rids you of fear. I’m not saying love is pointless. I'm just saying it will eventually just provoke hate. Soon even the hatred of yourself. Talk about productivity, especially for something not even palpable. Hate is the strongest propellant and the one thing that makes us pure. Hate has no innate deception. Hate is as pure of a form as gravity, and is the one true characteristic that defines a human being, and the one emotion that makes us worth something. I should know, cause now i am worth everything.
When the last living thing Has died on account of us, How poetical it would be If Earth could say, In a voice floating up Perhaps From the floor Of the Grand Canyon, "It is done. People did not like it here"
Keep your stick on the ice.