The DNM
- वाचन 293
- वोट 9
- भाग 8
What do nomads have in common with graffiti artists, hackers and electronic music DJs? What does your clothes have to do with the balance of political power. If you answered, "The Apocalypse!" you'd be correct.
The Digital Nomad Manifesto is a poem as much as a call to advance culture through kindness. Our technology is shifting, from written word to image-driven touch screens, and the shift in communications is changing our brains, the organization of our society.
The (R)evolution is inside us, and it is growing with every click and drag.
सभी अधिकार सुरक्षित
#561
spirituality
सबसे बड़े स्टोरी-टेलिंग समुदाय में शामिल होंवैयक्तिकृत कहानी अनुशंसाएं प्राप्त करें, अपनी पसंदीदा कहानियाँ अपनी लाइब्रेरी में सहेजें, और अपना समुदाय बढ़ाने के लिए टिप्पणी और वोट करें।
आपको शायद ये भी पसंद आएँगे
Thank God For Girls
Fairly Feminine poems about Ferociously Feminist things in a Frequently Figurative way. ------------------ "I'm so glad I have a girl to think of Even if she isn't mine I think about her all the day and all the night It's enough to know that she's alive" - Thank God For Girls, Weezer -------- Poems titled after lyrics to Thank God For Girls by Weezer -------- Cover by || @mythicdreams|| --------- #23 in Poetry 5/4/16 #33 in Poetry 4/30/16पूर्ण
The Craze
Part One of The Craze. I use the zombie apocalypse to reflect the state of humanity. Keep an eye peeled for all the symbolism and metaphors. I hope you enjoy, and that it might allow you to realize something, open your heart to something, or helps you with something you're going throughपूर्ण
Depression in a Poem
A collection of poems.पूर्ण
Gathered on This Beach: Poems & Perspectives for a Converging World
a student's writings, inspired by nature and science, and accumulated throughout the early days of the Internet, these writings explore expectations for the expressive 'convergence' to come. (revised edition 2014, with some alterations) ALT. BLURB: 'A one-off collection of early poetry from an artist and musician inspired amidst the rise of the internet; by possibilities for communication in the future. It blends a personal need for understanding with the implications of control for this more connected future, amid general submission to the eternal forces of nature and evolution.' 'Having grown up with the growth of the Web and computers, fascinated like most by these new elements of control and communication, I began to think about the spiritual implications - mixed together with a personal struggle for expression at the time - for all our souls within a system of nature. Later on these speculations were gathered together, and some of these 'results' question identity and highlight the limitations in our lives prior to this projected 'convergence', in the future. I feel there is scope for continual speculation, to aid us in our relationship with communication and computer technology.'पूर्ण
American Nightmare 2.0: The Sequel Nobody Asked For
Welcome back to the dumpster fire-it's gotten bigger and more discriminatory. American Nightmare 2.0 picks up where Broke Dreams & WiFi Screams left off, diving headfirst into the fresh hell of modern American politics, economics, and systematic oppression. From deportation raids to billionaire tax cuts, from pardoned criminals running the country to SNAP benefits getting slashed while defense budgets soar, from LGBTQ+ rights being erased to racial justice being reversed, this collection doesn't pull punches. These poems chronicle a generation watching democracy speedrun its own destruction while marginalized communities bear the brunt of state-sanctioned hatred. With the same dark humor and unflinching honesty that made the first collection a battle cry, Book 2 tackles Trump's return, Elon's chaos, the systematic dismantling of social safety nets, and the weaponization of bigotry as policy. It's the sequel nobody wanted, but everybody needs-because sometimes the only sane response to organized cruelty is poetry that matches its righteous fury. ❗️Mature rating for language ‼️May be offensive or triggering to some readersपूर्ण
Hopanoia omnibus: red words to blue hearts(notes)
A contuation of the religion of one grimoir multi project. The universe is indifferent. You already knew that. Here's what nobody told you: indifferent isn't the same as empty. HOPANOIA: Red Words to Blue Hearts is a book being written in public - a living document from a trans woman in Georgia who decided that nihilism wasn't the end of the conversation, just the beginning of a more honest one. It's a philosophy manual for people who can't stand philosophy manuals. A memoir for people who distrust memoir. A spiritual practice built by someone who doesn't believe in spirits. A TTRPG framework for the actual campaign of your life. It calls itself a "religion of one" - anti-dogma, open-source, built to be forked and remixed, never followed literally. Its central move is Anomance: the act of animating a dead universe with meaning, not because it's true, but because it makes the universe livable. These are the working notes. 196 parts and counting. Written through mental illness, HRT, grief, political collapse, and the daily act of refusing to go quietly. The real book is being mined from this archive in real time. You're not reading a finished thing. You're watching something become itself. If that sounds like your kind of book - you're already the reader this was written for. Signed: a thot that likes thinking. How to Use This Framework This is a mirror, not a map. It doesn't tell you where to go. It shows you what you're carrying. Tag your journal HOPANOIA if it helped you see something. You don't need permission. You don't need to agree with everything. You don't need a degree. Trigger warnings here are invitations, not fences. They mean: this door opens onto something real. Come in when you're ready. Build your own Omnibus. The Bible just shows you how mirrors are made. Anti-dogma. Open source. Remixable. If I must be a demon, I will be an ethical one.पूर्ण
Pangs of Neglect
This is my second story book of poetry after publishing Sitting Under a Torn Umbrella - with a new title and have a new outlook. Now modernization of humanity is found nakedly in every aspect of life. Divine law doesn't follow today. Rather we disobey whimsically, arrogantly, intentionally without pondering over its side effects and destructive result. Effortless effort, coreless relation do raise its ugly head like a poisonous snake. The words like filial piety, cordiality, fraternity, honesty, modesty do not get entry into our so called modern lexicon. Man's faith is being stampeded on foot, hope sinks into dispair, promise is broken, innocuous peace cut into pieces. Hanky-panky, desultory atmosphere forced us to go back to the Days of Ignorance. Hopelessly we do feel pangs of neglect sitting under a torn umbrella.पूर्ण
Sorting Poems Of A Pessimistic Optimist
These are basically poems that I use to sort out my emotions and such. The poems might be really cheesy and stuff just because the type of emotions I need to sort out most of the time. I will still update the other poem collection but I will post longer and more edited poems.पूर्ण![watercolor thoughts [completed]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/60311697-256-k306453.jpg)
watercolor thoughts [completed]
poetry by a painter who now paints her art in words "we tread too loudly, too violently on our earth. we smear our dark, ugly night all over the canvas and call it art." #80 in poetry [12/22/16] | © 2016 lookforthatlightपूर्ण
RIVULETS OF THOUGHTS - Cascading emotions
I am a Poet, surfing the rainbows... Squandering the few surviving winks in my dreamy eyes. I, a well accompanied loner, saunter amidst the fireflies. Like a wandering dream, my restless mind meanders, "Will the same butterflies return to the flower?" It wonders. I am the thief who thieved the fire, to set the ideas ablaze, I stole the rains too, I had to flood the despondent deserts. But Metaphors I'd just borrow, they would never be mine. Metaphors can't be tamed, they belong to poetry, not poets. I roam unescorted and unaccompanied. I'm just exploring. Whilst, really there is nothing to find. "Sshh!" There is everything to find... Yet I roam... As a Poet. I roam. The wilderness, of the mind, the canyons of consciousness. -Harish Vaid harishvaid1986@gmail.com A collection of Poems, of the unusual sort. Read along for poems ranging from Love to Life, General to Abstract, Random to Insane. Intended to be an ongoing series. "Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen." -Leonardo Da Vinci Love all... Love you all. "Amor Vincent Omnia"पूर्ण
Fairly Feminine poems about Ferociously Feminist things in a Frequently Figurative way. ------------------ "I'm so glad I have a girl to think of Even if she isn't mine I think about her all the day and all the night It's enough to know that she's alive" - Thank God For Girls, Weezer -------- Poems titled after lyrics to Thank God For Girls by Weezer -------- Cover by || @mythicdreams|| --------- #23 in Poetry 5/4/16 #33 in Poetry 4/30/16
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