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The Biweekly Writing Project

Ingrid in grids

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Inspired by YWIR's thread, "The Art Project Hut", this thread is for writers and poets who'd like to exercise and share their passion for writing.

A new prompt will be chosen and posted every fortnight, with two weeks to post and share work.

This fortnight's topic is...

inside/outside

Happy writing everyone!
 
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Aquarelle

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Hmmm... sounds like fun! I'll try to find time to participate :)
 

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Unrelated to the topic, because I'm a P and I don't like topics :laugh:
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Primal

Time dissolves
Within the blackened glass of eternity
The tick slows
Behold!.. the faithless cliff of sanity

Echoes burst
Whispering shadows, profanity!
Imps release
Succumbing lows, insanity!
Sour dream
Surreal layers, abnormality...

Now you've seen the vast unseen
Fallen, stopping in between
Primal layer can't careen
Worlds beyond can't be foreseen

Tell me mortal,
What's your price?

Riches brought on by demise,
Can be yours, tell me your price!
My grim hunger can't wait twice.

Who are you?
What do you offer?

I bring all you've ever dreamed,
For a slice juicy and steamed.

I seek love, demonic figure
It is worth the price I figure...

So be it, you pale mortal
Sell your soul and be immortal!


Yet the mortal can't have known
The true price of his own soul

Loving hourglass of time
Craving sand...for it to shine,
All the deserts shall be mine
 

Serendipity

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^ with inside/outside, nothing can be unrelated.


Mumbo jumbo
Dumbo spoke of mumbo jumbo,
seldom had we had our keldom,
Mystic might mend a mind,
I forgot.

EDIT (at guesswho's coloured text post)Dun dun Duuuuuun:

There's a twist, I wonder if you seek it. A knowledge stored, deep inside of you.
Wander down the stairs, or is it up? Take a left, walk to the right.
Always stay ahead in the mindful game. Paradox is parallel to yourself.
Once you find it, you will have lost it forever.
 

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I live in words
Binary Codes

I locked myself
In nature's wealth

Encrypting rain
Within Spring's reign

I live in strings
Conscripting dreams

Going along
Vibrating songs

Inside the seas
I hold the keys

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Behold

The breath of a million stars
Holding the shadows,
Of millions more

Twisting and spinning
The heart of a million worlds
Mother of millions to come

A heartbeat for eternity
Eons of drums of Earth's pulse
Restless, flaming rains of life

The eye of a nebula
Piercing rainbows of unseen lights
A palette for everything to come

The dust of creation's bakery
Souls drifting in it's recyclery

A million lost particles
Dancing tonight
In front of unsuspecting eyes

Passed futures laugh intersecting,
Future pasts from now and above

The cycle of life
The future's been done
And done shall it be again

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"Outside and Inside" was once a title to a song I recorded when I was a youth. In those days where I looked at music with a naiviety that these years wouldn't allow. Instead, I now examine music for what it is: entertainment. Aspirations to develop a career out of such arts seem trivial, yet all too possible now, but in retrospect the track captured the same innocence that I approached the task with. I still like listening to it.

The song was about an experience, that I refuse to further delve into beyond this, with a girl. How does this relate to the title? Well, at the time I began studying philosophy, religions, and the principles behind self-understanding. In those periods of time, I can recall the idea of "As so above, is below" sticking with me. I related that to the living experience. The relation being that overt behavior, whether in man, or technology, will indicate internal strife. So, if my screen was to malfunction right now, I'd immeditately recall experiences with previous malfunction, which would eventually lead me to spyware, worms, viruses, and problems with the hardwire. As foremention, this would be the same evaluation that I'd retrieve from malfunction with mankind. When examining the issues of politics, I try to deduce them to daily, social human problems - not only to make them easily accessible, but also easily solved, which leads me back to the thoughts I had on the girl, and the recording.

The song's lyrics made allusions to the Shakespearan thoughts that life was a stage, photographic memory, and generally capturing the inversion and oversion's of a specific female's personality. It was a study of a simple interaction, and seeing through things to their depths. It was a play on the shallowness of the stereotype on the average man/musician or bravado, ending the track with an echo, but not before saying:

"...A lot of she's
And only one I...
I see you though
Outside and Inside"

By the way, I only clicked on the title because I thought it was a reference to Charlie Sheen. I was a little disappointed, Matty
 
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Behold

The breath of a million stars
Holding the shadows,
Of millions more

Twisting and spinning
The heart of a million worlds
Mother of millions to come

A heartbeat for eternity
Eons of drums of Earth's pulse
Restless, flaming rains of life

The eye of a nebula
Piercing rainbows of unseen lights
A palette for everything to come

The dust of creation's bakery
Souls drifting in it's recyclery

A million lost particles
Dancing tonight
In front of unsuspecting eyes

Passed futures laugh intersecting,
Future pasts from now and above

The cycle of life
The future's been done
And done shall it be again

mecha-leonard-aitken.jpg

I'm a poetry snob so I don't say thus much..... Your poem is beautiful!
 
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I wonder what would happen if I somehow managed to turn myself inside out. Would my body speak of a different history that others couldn't see? Would my mind speak the same ideas and thoughts? Everything we do, our actions, thoughts, projections, come from the inside and we chose the story we tell to the world. If we allow the outside in and turn ourselves out, would we then begin to tell the story of the world back to itself? Where would we exist? Outside. But then outside of what?

Outside of the world.





I actually wrote a lot more detail and theory, but then once again I accidentally hit the back button so I just re wrote the summary. Sorry guys will try to do better next time. Also, I am not really a writer but I think this would be an interesting exercise for me. Lol.
 
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