Tag: writing community

  • Reworked: Entropy and the Audacity of Comfort

    You are in danger of living a life so comfortable and soft, that you will die without ever realizing your true potential.

    David Goggins

    The lies we tell ourselves become the excuses we use to placate our own insecurities.

    Embrace change, adversity, and overcome the circumstances. The “obstacle is the way” (Ryan Holiday), because quite simply, that is life. There is no part of life that isn’t the obstacle itself, no matter what lies we tell ourselves.

    As humans, we have the audacity to expect comfort, when reality proves time and again that we are promised nothing but the natural systems of entropy that existed long before and will exist long after us.

  • 5.5.

    5.5.

    I barely remember 
    your kiss.

    Still,
    I spend the night
    in this dream,
    waiting for you to leave.
  • Journey’s Across the Poetry Community: allpoetry

    Happy labor day!

    Lately, I’ve made virtual ventures to a wonderful site called All Poetry (AP). I’ve enjoyed my shallow experience there so far, and wanted to leave a review for anyone who’s interest gets piqued. All Poetry features a few perks that make it an exceptional platform for writers and poetry connoisseurs alike.

    All Poetry hosts a large community of friendly and welcoming writers. The fellow readers and writers have opened themselves to me as a newcomer. They even have special greeters to make you feel at home. From there, you have options.

    Join A Contest

    Similar to r/OCpoetry, AP allows writers to submit to contests after providing 2 comments to other posts in the same contest. Some of these contests provide monetary incentives and some are just plain fun. The contests range from the open-free-verse to the hyperspecific. I found this one particularly clever.

    Join A Group

    Like so many other online platforms, AP allows members to create and join groups. The multitude of those available appears as diverse as the people who reside there. The communities are welcoming and extremely responsive. You can hang in the back or expose yourself to a lot of helpful feedback.

    The Technicals

    Navigating through the site has been a breeze. Switching from comments, to contests, to your own profile is a cinch and the performance of the site overall feels powerful.
    Once you’ve got your bearings, you’re ready to write. The platform offers a simple interface, but has a lot of pre-coded options for fonts and formatting. This interface lends itself to the poet especially as you explore some of the editing options.

    That’s all for now!

    Of course, you can find yours truly on AP if you’re interested, but I’d be just as happy if you meander over for your own indulgence.

    I hope you enjoy your weekend.
    Best,

    Josh

  • salient

    I listen.

    It’s my job not to pay attention, but I listen.
    I like to hear them laugh
    and enjoy each other.
    I love their stories and their snores through
    a well-earned nap.

    I like to hear their families say,
    “Jacob turns eight this year.”
    Actually,
    that’s Carl you’re thinking of,
    but that’s okay.

    I weep inside for
    their breakup’s, their hard times,
    their mom’s sick.
    They piece my heart back together
    when they ask their
    other
    if they’ve eaten. They called
    just to ask that and if
    they could pick anything up.

  • The Underground – A Note

    Music credit: Test Drive – Joji
  • turtle dove

    keep me
    on your
    side
              because         my
    love
    will not
    flip over
  • No Shows

    Nah that’s cool,
    shrugging lazily
    and only half joking. 
    Several seconds pass,
    many long-winded
    metaphors, and
    eight god damn
    whiskey sours later....
    
    Like eating grapes 
    off the vine. It
    tastes less enjoyable, 
    but overwhelmingly
    natural. 
    Like a coke dealer on 
    a netflix binge:
    three days with no sale,
    in love with the 80’s,
    pass the ice. 
    
    I spent that time
    listening
    for someone to yell,
    “Stop!”
    Dispassionately poised
    for an assault on
    my character
    to my back
    and everything else 
    to my face. 
    Nothing happened,
    but dammit beg,
    for the question you
    already know:
    the fleeing happiness,
    asking instead
    for accomplishment
    and society’s benefit.