Poetry Thread: Athiest/Agnostic themed poetry welcome!

[Sanguvixen]

Ok...I'ved edited this yet again.

Members of the GAU. I call upon your talent. If you write poetry, and have a poem of your making that you would like to share, than share it here!

I'll start with mine.

Roses are Blind(An Atheists Lament)

What sound is this?
The sweet muted bell
That tolls warmly
Unheard by the deaf?

What color is this?
Azure of the sky
Bold blues
Unseen by the blind?

How do you prove
To those who can't see
That the sky is blue?

How do you prove
To those who can't hear
That a bell has quite a melody?

Roses cannot see the sky
They are blind
Roses cannot hear a bell
They are deaf

Tell me dear rose
With petals aflame
Everything I see and hear
Are they not just illusions
Of a twisted human mind?

Tell me dear thorns
With ends so sharp
Everything I feel and touch
Are they not just simulations
For what really isn't there?

There isn't really a sky is there?
Or a heaven
Or a hell
What I see as reality
Is not reality for all

A rose can feel only warmth
From a sun it cannot see
A rose can taste water
Falling from a sky
That exists only for those
With eyes to see
A rose is blind
It cannot see

A perfect circle cannot exist
If it isn't perfect for all
There is nothing perfect
There is no heaven
There is no hell
There is no god
There is only illusion
To please twisted human minds

Prove to the blind
What color the sky is
Prove to the deaf
What sound a tolling bell makes
Prove to me that there is a god
Prove to the rose there is a sky
That what cannot be proven
That what disobeys Occams Razor
Is a twist of the human mind

A sea parted by the will of a god?
Prove it to me,
A flood overtook the earth willed by god?
Prove it to me,
A mortal dead, arose to live, to preach his father's name?
Prove it to me,
A hell consumes the sinners?
Prove it to me,
Who are they, twisted mind, to judge what is a sin?
Who are they, twisted mind, to paint a perfect heaven?

I envy the blind
I envy the deaf
I envy the crimson rose
Who cannot hear, neither see
Despite perceived disability
The rose isn't handicapped at all
It blossoms beautifully
The blind rose.

 

[caustic 0_0]

I like it. ^^
I don't know if I'm completely clear on tying all of your imagery and such together, it gets kind of confused at points. But I think the main part of it about wanting proof and there being differences in perception ('What I see as reality Is not reality for all ') comes across well.  

[Sanguvixen]

[.caustic.]

I like it. ^^
I don't know if I'm completely clear on tying all of your imagery and such together, it gets kind of confused at points. But I think the main part of it about wanting proof and there being differences in perception ('What I see as reality Is not reality for all ') comes across well.

Too much poetry and art as well focuses on perfect transition.

I tend to write my poetry in abstract form, and that goes for the way I draw also. Thanks for reading it!

Creativity, and the finished project...should flow like a cloud, shifting and ever-changing. That is the way I see it.

 

[PickleBoy]

Thats a cool poem. I really like the imagery and stuff. Sorry, I'd be... better at this if I wasn't about to fall asleep. But yes, this was very good.  

[Sanguvixen]

PickleBoy

Thats a cool poem. I really like the imagery and stuff. Sorry, I'd be... better at this if I wasn't about to fall asleep. But yes, this was very good.

Thanks for taking the time to read it!

 

[Sanguvixen]

Athiest related themes anyone?

 

[DivideByZero14]

That was terrific! I completely understand all of what you mean. It's just sad that we need to WRITE such things to unteach others.  

[Syrenka]

Niiice. heart heart heart

On a side note, do the deaf hear their thoughts?  

[DivideByZero14]

Hear? What is this "hear" you speak of? (I mean, write about?)
 

[Tenth Speed Writer]

Omigawsh I think I just teared up a bit...
(I had something in my eye beforehand anyway, but still...)

That was just beautiful. Perhaps the roses are enviable...  

[Sanguvixen]

Miss Mistral

Niiice. heart heart heart

On a side note, do the deaf hear their thoughts?

You know...that is a good question to ask.

Usually when people think, it is like hearing thier own voice inside thier head, and usually what they hear as thier thoughts is in thier first language. In a more simple way, I think in english because english is my first language.

I hear my thoughts based on what I hear as my voice.

If I were deaf....damn that is an interesting question.

For those who have never heard anything...what is their thought patterns like? I don't know...I would imagine that they can't hear they're own voice inside thier head if they don't know what sound is like to begin with.

Perhaps the deaf think in colors since they can see visual things. So thier thoughts would be in images instead of sound.

 

[caustic 0_0]

Sanguvixen

Miss Mistral

Niiice. heart heart heart

On a side note, do the deaf hear their thoughts?

You know...that is a good question to ask.

Usually when people think, it is like hearing thier own voice inside thier head, and usually what they hear as thier thoughts is in thier first language. In a more simple way, I think in english because english is my first language.

I hear my thoughts based on what I hear as my voice.

If I were deaf....damn that is an interesting question.

For those who have never heard anything...what is their thought patterns like? I don't know...I would imagine that they can't hear they're own voice inside thier head if they don't know what sound is like to begin with.

Perhaps the deaf think in colors since they can see visual things. So thier thoughts would be in images instead of sound.

I hadn't thought about that before. That'd be interesting to find out about o.o
It's probably been researched.
When you can hear you tie in the sounds to your thoughts and words so automatically it's hard to imagine not being able to.  

[Sanguvixen]

c a u s t i c

Sanguvixen

Miss Mistral

Niiice. heart heart heart

On a side note, do the deaf hear their thoughts?

You know...that is a good question to ask.

Usually when people think, it is like hearing thier own voice inside thier head, and usually what they hear as thier thoughts is in thier first language. In a more simple way, I think in english because english is my first language.

I hear my thoughts based on what I hear as my voice.

If I were deaf....damn that is an interesting question.

For those who have never heard anything...what is their thought patterns like? I don't know...I would imagine that they can't hear they're own voice inside thier head if they don't know what sound is like to begin with.

Perhaps the deaf think in colors since they can see visual things. So thier thoughts would be in images instead of sound.

I hadn't thought about that before. That'd be interesting to find out about o.o
It's probably been researched.
When you can hear you tie in the sounds to your thoughts and words so automatically it's hard to imagine not being able to.

I tried to think in colors and images a few minutes back. My mind went blank when I tried.

That would be an interesting project. To try to think in a way that does not use our connection to sound, or words. Instead, start thinking in colors and images...or try to at least.

It's pretty hard.

 

[Sanguvixen]

The question cropped up wether deaf people hear thier own thoughts...here is a link for those interested in exploring the idea further:

http://www.straightdope.com/columns/031226.html

 

[Sanguvixen]

I got the idea of this one from one of the GAU banners + something that MoUsY said in one of the threads. So read this poem, enjoy it, and discuss it please:

My Fantasy and Your Fantasy

Sometimes it feels
As though the world is against me
Sometimes it feels
As though from life I want to flee
Sometimes reality evades my mind
I realize that life is not so kind
Somehow at those times
I find fantasy a comfort

What fantasy do I follow?
What delusions do I use?
I choose to dream impossibilities
I choose to dream of:
Unknown realms and fantastic creatures
Winged dragons with awsome features
Endless galexies and different places
Filled with species with different faces

As my sanity begins to decay
I revel in my demented fantasy
Reality is just a game they play
To make acceptable the chaos of the day

My sanctuary, impossible dream
Does not corrode my thinking
The difference between
Fantasy and reality
One is imagined, and not real
One isn't, it is the one you can truelly feel

Oh, followers of foolishness
Fake dietys and gods
You hold onto your delusions
I'll hold onto my delusions
My fantasy is here to stay
Don't try to convert me
Your fantasy has addled your brain
It has driven logic from your name
It has made you completely insane

What people thrive on fantasy
What fools who try to make it real
What idiots follow nothingness
To worship on bended knee
A fake illusion, no not me

Maggots, leave my fantasy alone
Fester not in my sane head
You feed upon minds already dead
Do not tread where I dream
Do not try to fix me
Go fix yourself theistic worm.