Ephphatha16

ok i have never hosted anything like this before.. but if anyone is inspired to continue this in a bigger scale feel free to cause i do wish there were debates in poetry.. where both the perspectives are respected and it feel like a journey [EMOTE] there isn't much rules except yeah 1) the maximum time we can take for a reply is a week 2) feel free to make own posts even if its in replies here, and tag me when you do, i'll make my replies there on each of your posts as well 3) feel free to use any structure, meter, style 4) feel free to use the language you are very comfortable with, also if translation in english is added i would be grateful, if not, i will only be able to understand the meaning from the google translator's lens. 5) foul language as in vitriol and insults are not welcome.

as i surrounded myself with all that emphasised me to myself all that validated and acknowledged me my glorious interests found did i, more alone found did i, more restless found did i, salvation in none and that was when this question barged in wasn't the maker near as near as me calling upon his name to pray?

Bumblebee ex-vented as he rolled to a stop next to a small hill and transformed. “No sign of Steeljaw again”. “Primus damnit”! Strongarm growled, hitting root mode and stamping her pedes in frustration. “He could be anywhere now”! “He could also be nowhere”, Sideswipe offered, surprisingly the wise one there this time. “Hold on, let me call Fixit and see what his scanners picked up”, Bumblebee mused, activating his comm while the teens bickered in the background. Some distance away, Grimlock and Drift were having a moment of their own. “WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”! the Dinobot hollered as he too, ran around in root mode, this time with Slipstream and Jetstorm astride his giant shoulders. “ARE WE FEELING THIS MOMENT OR NOT”!? “WE ARE! WE ARE”! Slipstream yelled back, enjoying the rush of cool wind on his faceplates. “THIS WOULD BE MUCH MORE FUN IN YOUR DINOSAUR MODE”! Jetstorm yipped, but he too was having the time of his life. And Drift? Well, he was seated on a flat rock just

“Got two more orders to go before we close up for the day, Jace”, I hear my boss, Bryan, tell me as I roll out some greased pre-made dough. Walking by, he flips open some of the topping containers before patting me on the back. “Sure you don’t want me to take over? You’ve got class tomorrow, anyway”. I shake my head. “I graduated a long time ago, sir. You know that”. “Ah, right, that you did”, Bryan muses, then chuckles good-naturedly. “Sorry, son. Memory’s not what it used to be”. “That’s fine”, I tell him, and he shrugs and leaves the kitchen. I hear the keys being set down on the counter in front and know that I’ll have to toss them in the flowerpot for tomorrow morning. The thing is, I’m not refusing because of pay. No, I get paid enough with this job alone to afford my rent on time, what with Bryan being the kind of boss who insists that any job should allow you to afford your life outside of work. I refuse because he’s getting old, and it’s something I’m just…not prepared to

I find it fascinating how detailed dreams can be. Entire locations and people can be seen That do not exist outside of the mind And cease to be once a person wakes up.   Dreams are usually in a first-person perspective But sometimes there are pans and aerial shots So that the dreamer can get a good look at the location. Sometimes the dreamer loses interaction and can only watch what is happening.   These are scenes that are only viewed once, Then become like lost films Only ever watched by one person Without any ability to record the movie.   A person can probably write down what they remember But they will still be unable to depict exactly what they saw, Even with an excellent memory for details. It is difficult to fully capture a vision in written form.   The human mind is an incredible thing. It can create places and people that have never been seen before And yet might seem familiar to the dreamer. Artificial intelligence could not replicate that.