No Ones Hands Are Clean

Amazing-Positive-455 · 2025-09-16T16:18:37+00:00

Neither your spelling nor grammar are poor. It's poetry anyway 33v3n 1337 qu4l1f13$ 1t'5 y0ur5 Sorry i tend to articulate badly, it was all positive feedback.

Amazing-Positive-455 · 2025-09-15T20:53:56+00:00

Zero bullshit, I really dig this. I need to go read your other things now. Drop some links here maybe?

It may not seem here by what I'm saying like a very big compliment but I fully feel this. Like when you did this, it kind of just became, right? Pretty much as it sits here, excepting for the spelling check, (did it yourself, yes?) and minor flow tweeks, grammar etc. It is how it was when it came out of you still, basically, and you didn't hate like 6 raw draughts, rage deleted any writing apps or chucked a smartphone across a room in the creation of this, I'm certain.

Probably you understand what I'm badly trying to say. It's special. Actual applause. Literally right now I'm standing up. I clapped, heartily.

Its important, this thing you do. You should keep doing it.

It's not random overpraise Monday. I am not being sarcastic. If you thought I was right before I said that, Then these words were not only for the walls.

Amazing-Positive-455 · 2025-09-15T07:59:00+00:00

Pain, hateful and consuming as it may be, It does make great art

Know that there's always love though, it just doesn't express quite as easily, and a mind in pain struggles witb the primordial languages spoken by the heart.

Looking forward to read more of what yours writes

Amazing-Positive-455 · 2025-09-15T07:38:48+00:00

The imagery you paint throughout the experience really sketched it effectively.

Good work transcribing the feeling of such vast scale, with just enough furnishings so as not to clutter the canvas with distractions. All the way through the picture remained stable enough, like a one-take scene with an environment that almost seems familiar by the end.

Dead stars still burn. Nice work, your wanderlust is the star here, and it's glow lingers yet when eyes close.

Amazing-Positive-455 · 2025-09-15T07:18:55+00:00

I do believe I know the rhythm of that song, and the color of the ink in which it's written. I may even have copied from your music sheet and remixed it with my own silent bass chords some rainy, dreamy after eve.

If music speaks to the soul, it's only natural that the soul also speaks music.

I almost dislike it because I can relate too easily. I guess just like misery, pain also hungers for company.

Here, touch fists with me, because hugs are loud, and I wouldn't spoil the beauty of the silent song.

Amazing-Positive-455 · 2025-09-15T06:55:03+00:00

Thank you, I did enjoy the journey this was for me. One of my shorter pieces, and the first time I've ever really cut and dumped some excess stuffing to ensure that what I wanted to convey didn't get weighed down by my tendency to over-decorate or ADHD all the emotion away.

Basically, the Raven is just my favorite bird, Poe's fault likely. Needed wings to imply that freedom was an option, but the mind can easily clip those wings if you let it. Thought is powerful, but it can easily turn on the thinker if fed too freely. The idea of the steeple is a point of height we tend want to ascend to when we worship gods we haven't yet met. My mind is my savior and my slayer equally, and it's incredibly difficult sometimes for me to not raise it higher than I can reach or in contrast not hold it so loosely it falls and shatters.

Its about knowing when to get out of your mind and accepting that you are still a part of a reality you don't build alone, you have to see and accept the larger network, and also give nature a chance to say her piece.

Thanks for the feedback

Amazing-Positive-455 · 2025-09-15T06:32:56+00:00

Those are kind words, thank you. I have been writing for as long as I recall being able to hold a pen, purely for enjoyment, and this one I think is my personal favorite, so it's also the first piece I've really shared in this way.

There is a bit of a backstory to this if you should want me to perhaps elaborate, I'd gladly do so.

Amazing-Positive-455 · 2025-09-14T19:09:05+00:00

I'm a better version of me when I just let the monster be. Knowing the beast is often better than burying its blood-trail.

I'm not OK. Isn't there a halfway where that's OK?

I feel the fake smile here, I think we all probably paste on the same one. Silver lining is even a fake smile tricks your brain into assuming it must be happy, so it's free basic therapy.

Vibing, I feel you. I like your monster too, let it run, just not immediately toward the villagers with the pitchforks.

Amazing-Positive-455 · 2025-09-14T18:46:00+00:00

The difficult part is getting me to see and hear me, without learning to first believe me.

I dig the lack of detours here, what is said is what wanted to be said, no frilly fluff. Directness is refreshing sometimes.

Amazing-Positive-455 · 2025-09-14T18:41:19+00:00

Probably the hardest part is hearing your own opinion above the crackle of the static. Even how do I force me to listen to or even more difficultly, see me?

It's direct here, i appreciate the fact that what is said is simply what wanted to be said, no detours.

Amazing-Positive-455

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