What twelve years of daily writing does to a mf'er
https://lemmy.world/post/47597950
What twelve years of daily writing does to a mf'er - Lemmy.World
These first poems are from twelve years ago, the very first of my
post-primordial poetry; that which I started when I started writing every day: I
am The Way and The Truth and The Life: No one comes to The Father except through
me. The Way is the path the seed takes to become fruit: So that the garden may
forever be seeded. The Truth is that of the farmer who knows he is His own crop:
So that he may grow to be the best he can be. The Life is one of trials and
lessons: So that we may have a better head than the one of yesterday. The Way
The garden is filled with many thorns That leave their mark on our souls. If
left untreated, these scars will grow into horns, And make us lose sight of our
true goals. Take solace in knowing that the scars are The Way: For in seeking
the source that causes us to hate, Can we find the peace that makes us whole.
Though the vault of memories is often sealed, It is in the trial of opening it
that we are healed. Though we were hurt, it is in the light of love, For our
struggles will grow what we are made of. The Truth Once there was a farmer who
was like a sloth. He desired fortune, but sowed no seeds. In the absence of
work, his fields showed no growth, For one’s harvest is dependent on one’s
deeds. Another farmer dedicated his life to his craft. “Why do you work more
than is needed?” his wife once asked. “If I spend each day working the Earth,
Then like my wheat, I grow my own worth. Over time, my efforts accumulate, And
soon I will be a man who can be called great.” The Life There was once a rich
man who had a son. The unlucky child lived a life of luxury. His father gave him
everything he had won, So the son’s life was free of drudgery. Yet, when he
became man, there was no joy For he had grown nothing when he was a boy. And any
bump in the road would cause him to give in. There was once a poor man who had a
daughter. The blessed child lived a life of adversity. The man had so little he
could give her. So many troubles came their way: they could only be pitied. Yet,
when she became a woman, every day was like a pearl For the bumpy roads had
conditioned her when she was but a girl To rise up to every challenge that she
was given. … I just redid those four conjoined poems into four poems of three
lines, after those twelve years of progress: The way is what takes you there The
truth tells you exactly where The life is good and all be so fair . I pricked
myself today to feel To turn the self like the wheel From present my future
steal . Why do you work so hard my dear? I know the devil and death I do fear
That is why 2 highest height I steer . He was so fortunate She - sadly - was not
Yet hu tie better knot … The wisdom is self-evident.
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Lemmy
I built "El Diario de Nadie" — A minimalist, anonymous sanctuary to release thoughts without the noise of modern social media
https://lemmy.world/post/47123471
I built "El Diario de Nadie" — A minimalist, anonymous sanctuary to release thoughts without the noise of modern social media - Lemmy.World
Hi everyone! A few days ago I shared an idea here about creating a digital space
focused entirely on anonymous venting and emotional relief, without profiles,
comments, or dopamine traps. The feedback was incredible and helped me refine
the concept. I spent the last few days coding, and I’ve just deployed the live
version. I wanted to respect privacy from day one, so there are no signups, no
emails, and no tracking. It’s just a digital corkboard with a cozy, analogue
aesthetic where you can pin a handwritten-style note or silently read what other
strangers around the world are feeling right now. To avoid the usual forum
noise, there are no text comments—only silent, supportive emoji reactions (like
a digital hug). If your chest feels heavy today or you just want to quiet your
mind for a bit, feel free to drop your “message in a bottle” here: –>
https://el-diario-de-nadie.vercel.app/ [https://el-diario-de-nadie.vercel.app/]
Stack used: Next.js + PocketBase. I’m planning to open-source it soon on GitHub
once I clean up the repo. Would love to hear your thoughts on the live
experience!
Storytelling, in Paragraph Proportions - Fragment 124
https://reddthat.com/post/65732083
A therapeutic idea I wanted to share
https://lemmy.world/post/46926167
A therapeutic idea I wanted to share - Lemmy.World
Hi everyone, I’m relatively new here. A few weeks ago I went through a
complicated family situation, and I had no one to talk to about it. But I felt
like I needed to get it off my chest. So I wrote a very intimate letter, saying
all the things I didn’t dare say out loud, and it helped me a lot. It was
therapeutic, I’d say. A couple of days later, once the storm had calmed down, an
idea came to me. The thing is, I’ve been a web developer for about 3 years now,
and I thought about creating a space – kind of like a social network or blog –
where people could vent without pressure, without social noise, none of that.
Just like a daily journal. And that’s what I’ve been working on for the past
couple of weeks. So I’d like to know: does this sound interesting to you? Do you
relate to anything I said? Do you think a site like this could help people?
Anyway, I’m listening.
Something else - Lemmy.World
Lemmy
Writing Ideas rather than stories
https://lemmy.world/post/46631315
Writing Ideas rather than stories - Lemmy.World
Like the title says Is there any merit to writing seeds of a plot rather than a
whole plot? Usually I have another commission stories on my ideas, but the
amount of an actual story I have written for the past 5 years I can count with
one hand. Not to mention the lack of feedback of just my story ideas
is…depressing. Like I’m invisible. Thoughts? Or am I just being a wuss?
My Story Was Rejected Twice, and That’s Not Very Nice. Except Maybe it Is?
https://lemmy.world/post/46630698
My Story Was Rejected Twice, and That’s Not Very Nice. Except Maybe it Is? - Lemmy.World
I submitted my first short story to three magazines. After six months of
waiting, it’s been rejected twice (thrice maybe?) It’s not a nice feeling being
rejected, but its ultimately a good thing, in a way. I go through my thoughts as
I process these rejections and what I’m going to do next.
Why You Shouldn’t Give Up
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Why You Shouldn't Give Up
Author Ande Pliego shares success stories that would've never happened without persistence and why writers shouldn't give up.
Why You Shouldn't Give Up
Author Ande Pliego shares success stories that would've never happened without persistence and why writers shouldn't give up.
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