True PhilosophyTrue Philosophy11 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Perhaps I'm just being dense, but it would seem that many deviations in the philosophical section are lacking a grounded logical path and a clear and substantial point. I've read about 10 today, trying to get a feel for the philosophical climate of DA.
The path struck by your writing is exactly what classical philosophy is about. Not the starting point, not the ending point, but the journey itself. It does not matter whether you are right or wrong, only that you have laid a path that does not readily contradict itself and seeks some sort of end.
You lay down an argument and we learn from it. It is the shape of your logic that we learn from, not your conclusion. It is the process that is important.
The majority of what I see on DA in terms of philosophy is not argument, but a string of conclusions. Minimal thinking and a shot-gun blast of unsubstantiated claims.
The most effective writing method I can recommend: focused expression of your thoughts as they come. If you write like this, y
resurfaced (sapphire suns)the thing is,resurfaced (sapphire suns)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if it had been different,
through cigarette-thin lips would've come
my name, wrapped in the scent of amber gin.
on wooden floors we'd be lined in light
again, laying so close. not touching.
if it was a cry for help,
nobody was really listening, were they, not
even your father, and so you left,
left in more ways than one, and i only heard you
when it didn't matter anymore.
the thing is,
you've been gone from my mind and heart
for years now, i've lost count.
days have been more fleeting than my own
inhales, my own exhales, or at least
it would seem.
the thing is, z,
time passes and changes.
my stars were yours once.
your skies were blue once.
if this is your call for attention,
these cyan heavens, these silver pinholes...
your invasion is my defeat.
PhilosophyWhat is philosophy? To philosophize is to not think about something, but to think upon those thoughts. You are to go beyond thinking, a thought beyond the thought. To think, you are to walk upon the ground, and observe it. To philosophize is to get upon your knees, and to DIG into the ground! You are to take your thoughts even further than your thoughts already. But I have heard that to philosophize is a gift. But why? Why cannot everyone take a deeper meaning into the thoughts and think upon thoughts? To dig into them? Is it the "strength" of the mind? For the one unable to philosophize, they are unable to dig their fingers into the ground. But then are we to say that those whom cannot philosophize weak minded? I don't think so. That's not right to say one is weak. But what is it that makes one unable to take a deeper meaning into their thoughts? Is it the mental comprehension? Can one only understand to a certain point? But does that mean philosophizers minds are to be unbound to comPhilosophy7 years ago in Open More Like This
Daddy's Little GirlDaddy's little girl is getting put away; in the ground is now where she laysDaddy's Little Girl2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He can't hold back the tears as they pour out from his eyes
As he thinks of all the reasons his daughters not alive
He jumps into her grave and cradles her in his arms
He didn't want this world to cause her any bit of harm
His little girl's not breathing, her heart now doesn't beat
He's holding her tight knowing, he'll never be complete
Everyone watches him cradle his dead girl,
Knowing he won't survive much longer in this world
It takes all of his strength to get out of her grave
And to listen to all the support all of his friends gave
He just couldn't believe he'd never see her happy face again
And he felt his life has come to a sudden end
He watched them close the coffin and pile the dirt up high
And inside every feeling wanted him to die
When everyone had left and he was on his own
He thought of all the days he was going to be alone
He missed his daughter so much; it hurt to take a single breath
And he cou
Disastrous intent .He's watching her hips sway to the rhythm of the war drums.Disastrous intent .3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dis-dis-disaster, dis-dis-disaster is coming.
And it's wearing silky panties that have
daddy issues written all over them.
Dying so YoungYou open your eyes and look at meDying so Young4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stare back at you helplessly
You look so pale and weak
As you lie on this hospital bed
A huge white bandage covers your tiny little head
You reach for my hand and hold it tight
And all of my strength washes away
As tears fill my eyes
I try to hold them back but it's no use
They fall down my cheek
I know you're dying and there's nothing I can do
You're my best friend, without you there's no reason to go on.
You release my hand and wipe my tears
You smile with your pale white lips
"Don't cry" You say
I hold your hand and
I close my eyes shut for a while.
Then your hands start to lose its grip and my eyes open in fear.
You take a deep breath
Your last breath
and your eyes close
I stand there and watch as your body fades
"I'll miss you" I Whisper and pull the sheets over your face.
LiesI'm there, even when you don't want me to be. I'm the quiet kid, who wears clothing that covers my skin. I'm the trouble child, who is always beating up those that are weaker than me. I'm the kid that lies, that trips and falls, that misses days of school at a time. You don't know the truth behind the lies, the façade. No-you don't want to know. Knowing would mean that you would have to acknowledge that bad things happen in this world. Knowing would mean that you have to act on your knowledge. Instead, you simply pretend as if there is nothing wrong, as if I am not hurting both inside and out.Lies5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I lied to you again today, when you pretended to be concerned over my black eye. 'Just a fall', I told you, but it was more like a punch. You simply nodded your head and walked back to the front of the class, to continue your lesson. Everyone knew, but everyone pretended as if my words were truth. I was too afraid to speak out, to beg for help. I thought that I deserved it. You didn't tell m
She is real..Voices, Personalities.She is real..3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Somebody else, is inside this head.
I'm not crazy, right?
I can't let them get the best of me...
It has a name?
It has a gender?
It's just my mind cracking.
It shouldn't exist
She comforts me, whispering words in my mind.
She has come to exist,
Only for the sake of my sanity..
She wishes she could hold me,
But she only exists in my mind.
They tell me, that she is wrong.
I should overcome her,
that she is only repressed memories. Taking form
She will speak for me one day..
When the weight becomes too much..
Love LettersEach pageLove Letters5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is folded carefully,
like love letters.
Letters being strung together,
phrases that bear meaning,
that contain truth,
Love is shaped
with hands and lips,
like telling a story.
Our story is here,
amassed in these carefully folded
Numbers"You try, Byron. What's five plus seven?"Numbers5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Byron considered. Five and seven probably got along okay. Seven was a jerk, but five was a gutsy little fellow. He smiled. Five could handle seven just fine. Byron liked five. So together
"I am, Miss. It's . . ." Something pretty, but also quite complicated. ". . . twelve!"
The Life of AnimationThe Life of Animation5 years ago in Historical More Like This
"If this business was easy, it would be a sin."
-Hayao Miyazaki, Animerica Magazine. 1993
Animation is the youngest medium of art that mankind has created. Spanning barely over one hundred years, its history is as rich and dramatic as any other. Starting as the simple idea of an illusion of moving art by a couple clever innovators at Edison's film company in the early 1900's, it soon boomed into a mega-corporate commercial venture that employed thousands and captivated millions only decades later. It spread outside of America and took many different forms in many different countries and cultures. Today, the face of animation is very different than it ever was. Computers, corporate chokeholds and the death of the innovators of animation has left a doubtful future for the preservation of animation's defining age.
The 1910's saw the rise of animation as a serious medium and the first studios began to appear in the United States. Winsor McCay, a masterful draftsman and artist, had
Ocean in the Skytonight,Ocean in the Sky4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the ocean has climbed
into the sky,
are imitating the moon
are clinging to the ceiling.
MY EYESMY EYES5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Life had been cruel towards her.
"If only I could see for a moment, to see the colors of this world, to see my family's faces, to see the mountains, the sea, the birds... Whatever I have only heard about until now, I wish I could see it too.... "
People say that sight is the faith. But for her this was not entirely true. She had lost her eyesight at the age of 5 years old. The memories of those that she had seen had faded so much, that she would hardly recognize even herself any more.
She could currently see using her other senses. Walking in the streets of her city was a piece of cake. She could smell the rain before it dropped, but she could not watch it fall. She could feel the sun on her face, but she could not see it rise or set.
She often hated herself, she hated what she was. People around her were saying that she was so beautiful and that all of her skills surpassed the skills of all normal people - she played the piano so nice and her voice was angelic. She was smart, f
Can I Cut Yet?Can I Cut Yet?:Can I Cut Yet?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hey, Hey Sadako
I really want to cut something
can I, can I please?
This girl is talking to me, she seems rather nice
The colour of her eyes makes me think of fucking lice
I want to cut her, I want to cut her so bad!
but that seems to make Sadako really sad...
Okay, I guess I won't cut her
Hey, Hey Sadako
This teacher is really boring
I want to cut him, I WANT TO CUT HIM SO BAD!
I'm in class now, Sadako stands beside me
She points out a mistake I made in my notes
I start tearing at the paper while grinding my teeth
I want to show them my frustration, OH SO BAD!
but that seems to make Sadako really sad...
Okay, I guess I'll wait till I get home
HEY, HEY SADAKO!
My whole body is trembling, my hands are in shakes
The world is spinning and I'm sweating out cold
The box-cutter is in my hands and I hold it up high
I want to cut something, I want to cut something up so bad!
HEY HEY! CAN I CUT THIS, CAN I CUT THIS LUMP OF FLES
She Waits For MeShe Waits For Me:She Waits For Me3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Her touch is mercilessly chilling
When she appears inside my room
I can hear her gibbering softly
As she mutters words of doom
The lady pushing the brink of delusion
I am cornered to the edge of my waning sanity!
I shatter mirrors and reflective surfaces
To preserve some sense of humanity
Yet they say my delirium is a mere illusion...
Ha! They judge the things that they cannot see
She comes to me in depths of the night
Because she knows I cannot flee
Do you know the feeling of waking up
With her grinning face before me?
Rotting teeth and swollen flesh;
It would be better not to see!
But tonight I shall end this worthless pain
With a single act, let it all be done
I will burn my eyes and cast them out
For our game has just begun...
"Come spirit, let us end this you and I..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 7th July 2012
at the entourage camouflaged as a blind panhandleri threw ten dollarsat the entourage camouflaged as a blind panhandler2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
& four hours down
the dumps, to match
my mood. a fucking
on an invisible bunk.
i am the jealous voyeur
staring through a one-
sided mirror. two sins
out of seven. not bad
for a false advertiser,
not good enough for
sin city's standards.
the unrecyclable soirée
-i'm locked out of my house
-lust locked out of my heart
-peace locked out of its ajna
i should have kept
the padlock & saw
the recurring motif
isn't one of them)
there is more worth
in a beggar's hat
Your NothingToo fool to understand you,Your Nothing3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Too weak to resist you,
Too slow to catch you,
Too far to touch you.
Sometimes I feel my words are not enough.
Sometimes I think you even forgot my name.
Sometimes I'm not sure if you know I exist.
Sometimes I cry for you without tears.
Cause' each word is for you,
each word falls down from my eyes,
from my soul,from my heart
and just wanna express how empty is my life, my time,
my love, my hands, my lips.
I can't find the way you see me as I see you.
I can't find the way you think of me
spending every moment of the f...ng night
just imagining your eyes saying you need me
as I need you.
My pillow is full of my kisses.
My pillow has the marks of my hugs.
MY pillow knows my dreams about you
and even knows your name.
But, probably I'm just a number in your life.
Probably, you're just kind.
Probably you're just polite.
Probably I just mean nothing.
Nothing, that's me,
the nothing that loves you in the silence,
the nothing that screams when nobody hears,
you.in the caves of iceyou.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that envelope my heart
growing through my veins
plucking them apart
you're the flame that still burns.
the kindling fire that
jump starts the organ
that brings me to life,
everytime i die.
Wedding RingWedding RingWedding Ring3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This ring I wear
On hand, once bare
This symbol that I bear
Beautiful, like you.
I never wanted diamonds
Eschewing that cold rainbow
I wanted something blue
Sapphires something that I knew
Diamonds were truly new.
I met you.
Sober, loving, true
There are so few
So few like you.
And what did you think of when you met
And set your eyes on me?
Sharing another drink
Stronger than your tea
And a bond
Breathed in, then yawned
As you brought it from the sink
We knew we were in sync
I accrued you from beyond
You, so eager to respond.
This ring I wear
Your ring, there
Upon the hands
Will shine, will gleam
And we will see them and will beam
The love of diamonds,
A better dream
So much to us they mean
So much to me you mean
In such a little thing .
Let the bells of our love ring
Let the gold and diamonds sing
Let the sun glint and bring
So much love
Wrapped up tight
:in between words and worlds:i.:in between words and worlds:4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
With amorphous regret in my mind and genesis in my notebook I turn the page and there is the hateful etching of your name a hundred times over and over until its engraved on my wrists and under my eyelids, those crimson marks dispersing into atoms when I close my eyes, there is the slight tremble of the summer leaves and the south birds migration, there are the salmons leaping in ocean's tears and mountain's streams and there are cars whizzing by the empty voids between our words and worlds.
To you, words exist in worlds
And to me worlds live in the existence of words
But you'll only frown and turn away, and accuse me of being philosophical and boring.
Because maybe that's what I am, a cluster of clashing words,
Clashing worlds when I shut my eyes
And clashing sounds like soap water when I just l i s t e n .
In the translucent yellow of this candlelight, the lisp of words soften to words sifting above whispers, and in vain I sketch in my mind the shape of your smi
A Philosophy of Hell...."The following is an actual question given on a University of Washington chemistry mid-term. The answer by one student was so "profound" that the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well.A Philosophy of Hell....10 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)? Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law (gas cools when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant. One student, however, wrote the following:
First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate at which they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving. As for how many souls are entering Hell, let's look at the different religions that exist in the world today. Most of these religions state that if you are not a me
philosophy.if a man puts a gun to his head and pulls the triggerphilosophy.5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and no one is around to hear it,
does it make a sound?