Conceptual Geschichten

Haiku-like pieces, prose, and poetry on the arts, politics, nature, and the environment. Highest ranks, #1 in Haikus, #1 in Enlightenment, #1 in Meaning of Life, #1 in Deep Poetry, #1 in Expression.

This is a story that transcends the very boundaries of narrative, inviting you into a cosmology where the fundamental nature of existence itself is explored. It delves into the profound interplay between the unconditioned, the ultimate ground from which all things arise, and the conditioned, the realm of structured reality and imagination. Follow a protagonist's extraordinary journey of self-discovery and affirmation, a quest to weave meaning into the fabric of reality. This path leads to confrontations with the most fundamental forces that govern all fiction and reality, presenting challenges that threaten the very concept of existence and non-existence across all frameworks. It is a tale where the line between author and creation blurs, revealing a deeper truth about the nature of stories and the ultimate authority over them.

Presence gathers. Motion slows. Sound softens. The Ether manifests-not as figure, but as the texture of existence itself. It lingers in the space between matter and time, holding identity, memory, and form just long enough to be felt.

Not On This Day - 2013 Part of a series of lyric outtakes from the Spring Sessions from 2011-2014.

_________________________ What if tanks were never invented? What if guns and bullets were never invented? No planes, no jets, no missiles, no bombs, no hand grenades just you me and our blades. What if war itself had always been in existence, but never changed till now? _________________________ My name is Mark... or well it was until today. If the ceremony had not happened, I am near certain we would all still be alive. War would still go on but at the very least, I'd be able to keep the things I hold dearest. Isn't it crazy how childhood can make or break a man? Excuse me, it could also break a woman, my mates could tell you that. What's worse... your own heart being broken? Watching the only person you care for crumble? Or being the one to shatter another? I keep questioning all of this, and still find myself grappling for an answer. As a child war was my life. The only battle I never fought was against my parents. It was frankly pointless. They fed me and my grades made them proud. The real war began with Ryder. Ryder and I grew up with war. War meant picking up sticks in the backyard and using our pocket knives to whittle play swords. War meant rounding up the neighborhood kids and playing endless rounds of king of the mountain. Really war meant war. It was the real purpose of school, dare I call it that. School was where we were assessed, shaped, and recruited to fight for what we all had coveted to fight for. _________________________ But before we get to the aftermath of it all, I have to start from the very beginning. From the moment I picked up a blade of my own. From the moment I joined the Blade Union.

A inductive analysis as subjective meditation and exploration in metaphysics. Presents highly abstract, conceptual and surreal ideas and phenomena about mind. Presented in objective format. Remember to be objective about being subjective.

Is the universe a tapestry of vibrating strings or a mosaic of woven loops? ADUT (Aval-On Density Unification Theory) offers a radical answer: what if they are two sides of the same fundamental coin? Explore a theoretical journey that posits a universe constructed from recursive folds of energy, giving birth to the quanta of spacetime. Could gravity simply be the visible consequence of extreme density created by these folds? Could mass be the echo of their collapse? Join the unfolding exploration of ADUT and ponder a universe where the deepest secrets might be hidden in the elegant geometry of the very first fold.

"How did we get here?" ^*+-_;Author's note;_-+*^ Friday Night Funkin': BoyFriend's Hood - By Phiddie BF'sH for short, this is an AU concept that started off as a fun idea, just to derail into something kinda surreal...to say the least Just see the sketchdumps, it's a mostly conceptual story anyway This is a Wattpad "port" I made in order to share it on this media besides my Tumblr (the first one it got posted on). Just keep in mind, this thing, although mostly landed on the canon plot, does not follow the same story/timeline before and after the main events in FNF (both the canon and fanon), but rather takes a mix of the two while following its own plotline Also, read any content warnings left on the way, especially the main one, it's there for a reason. (trust me, some stuff might be a little graphic for most people)

for those who don't want to love but can't help but love without limits.

This is a poetry about a man who always waited for the right person for whom he would never think twice to sacrifice himself. There's been moments like in his life where he has been betrayed ,lied,hurt by others whom he considered the closest . He regrets them. But he still is searching for the right person, he is still waiting. His search goes on. But he never speaks of his pain,never expresses his sorrows..life for others, just like a mime. (the picture in the cover is not copyrighted by me, it's not mine)

a collection of poems exploring the fragility of the human mind

The London Book Fair has been cancelled. Coronavirus. Where does that leave Beatrice Deft, International Publishing Consultant, and the international publishing business? And how does this question relate to a lover from her past, a luxury Italian hotel, and global supplies of Prosecco? Read on, in print or digital forms, to find out...

One Day. Two lives. Two Dimensions

Poetry/prose

Bowling Beyond Realities tells a surreal, fast-paced multiverse adventure set in Reality Alpha-0001-A, part of the Fractal Multiverse. In 2025, in the German city of Wiesbaden, three friends-Lex, Zara, and Noa-check into a shady wellness hotel and accidentally trigger an octagonal rift that throws them into absurd alternate worlds where logic breaks, reality glitches, and every escape opens the next door. A chaotic, funny, and slightly unsettling short story about friendship, identity, and surviving the strangest versions of existence.

Erasure poem from a Twin Peaks discussion in the Facebook group "Twin Peaks 2017." I erase poems to discover language.

How would a child relate to a parental AI? How would a family of the future respond to the sudden arrival of the Singularity? A speculative sci-fi short for young teens, exploring concepts of quantum computing, AI, bio-engineering and the multiverse.

~ A Cluster of Soulfulness through the magic of words ❤︎ _______________________ A Collection of Short Stories ________________________ Peep into this fictional world and get ready to kick your feet feeling all giddy and happy by the charm of love <3 _________________________

Gripping hold the ideology of the ephemeral life we live, Woven within the Crux erupts with the ever-present heart monitor counting down the blighted end our dearest protagonist. It explores the swift decay of life and the regretted existence of a man on a hospital bed.