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Emperorson


I write poetry, and rambley philosophical things. These go on my blog. I once tried to write stories, but such a task is not for me. Mostly I read. Anyway, that aside, please, call me Emp.

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  • 493 weeks
    The Enigma of Expression

    A spinning verse,
    Long or terse,
    Every thought is carefully drafted
    Every word as thoughtfully crafted,
    Every rhyme considered and the best at last is chosen,
    Each change in the meter to reflect just how one knows them,
    By that of course the words, but too the phrases they construct,
    Make the meaning just too foggy, one can construe, obstruct

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  • 495 weeks
    A Wanderer's Path

    I sit here and I quietly write
    The tip tapping of my keyboard in the dark of the night,
    Or the evening, no...the sun is indeed down
    I just checked for shadows laid across the ground.
    But never mind the time it's not why I'm here
    The darkness means nothing, there's no need to fear,
    Halloween is past, and horror's not my style
    I much prefer cunning and wit and wile.

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  • 497 weeks
    The Nightmare Theory

    Today, a prompt, because I just thought it up. I call this the Nightmare Theory. The basic idea is that somepony, or some ponies, through some string of events decides to try and figure out the cause of all the chaos in the past year (give or take), assuming the show really meant that everything from seasons 1-3 essentially happened in a single year, and Tirek came sometime afterwards. They may

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  • 498 weeks
    Today You Shall Have a Gift!

    I think I've mentioned before that I write song lyrics, but since I never write any music to go with them, you could also think of these lyrics as just poetry, though they are meant to be sung.

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  • 498 weeks
    Expect some more posts soon. Maybe.

    So I'm a big fan of philosophical ramblings, just sort of these weird long ramblings about life, or stories, or just someones thoughts on some particular thing. I like reading them, and sometimes my thoughts just sort of wander to myself and I sort of think them. Often they sound poetic or grandiose, but I like them. And I'm thinking of chronicling some of them here, though I haven't actually

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Oct
13th
2014

Expect some more posts soon. Maybe. · 1:55am Oct 13th, 2014

So I'm a big fan of philosophical ramblings, just sort of these weird long ramblings about life, or stories, or just someones thoughts on some particular thing. I like reading them, and sometimes my thoughts just sort of wander to myself and I sort of think them. Often they sound poetic or grandiose, but I like them. And I'm thinking of chronicling some of them here, though I haven't actually decided yet.
And on a side note to that, I have all of these notes I've taken from books I've read in school, notes I had to take mind you, but notes I've taken none the less. Often they're sort of like those poetic ramblings, just the thoughts inspired in my brain from whatever thing just happened in the book. So I may touch those up a bit and type some of them out here, I don't know about that either, my hand writing used to be, and to a large extent still is, crap, so those may take some time to sift through.
Actually you know what, I may ramble now, I've just had some thoughts. Mostly about the past. These notes I've written, their indicative of an earlier time in my life, records of how I used to think, data points that show how I've improved, in communicating my thoughts, in having good thoughts, in having interesting things to say. Because having interesting thoughts, and things to say is difficult, and can take time. As you learn and grow as a human being, amass new knowledge, come to new realizations about yourself as a person, so too do your thoughts evolve. That can be interesting in itself, the child has an amazing, absolutely brilliant capacity for wonder, but that must hinge somewhat on the fact that they haven't had much time to develop, there is a lot they still don't understand, haven't learned, and so everything is to a certain extent unknown, explorable. As those things are explored, for most people I expect, the wonder dies a bit, things make more sense, and are less a wonder, more a thing. The adult has more of a capacity for long complex thought, rambling philosophy because there is more life experience for them to draw on, maturity has given them knowledge, and better ways to structure their thoughts, to frame them against the world. The wonder doesn't have to be lost, it just mostly is. But I've found immense value in being able to call that wonder back, to look upon the world humanity has built. From sticks and stones we've risen to suburbs and skyscrapers. Humanity has touched nearly every square inch of this planet in one way or another, we can peer at the very atoms in chemicals, we have used mathematics to define as much of the universe as we can. If you take a step back, a moment to just appreciate it all, it's really very beautiful. It can make you feel small, insignificant, I guess. But it just amazes me, I don't feel small at all, I don't feel like I've got an immense weight on my shoulders, or any of that stuff we hear about so much. Rather, I feel something different. Wonder. At how far we've come, the random thoughts and little ideas that have led to here. At the fact that 7.2 billion of me (in a species sense) are out there walking around too, and that that number continues to rise. Each having thoughts, emotions, experiences. The vastness of all that thought astounds me, the power and potential there is amazing. And lastly, wonder for the future, about how all of that enormous amount of thought will shape the world, for the better or the worse, but still shaping it, changing it, growing it, in the span of my lifetime the world will be different from what it is thanks to all of those thoughts, and emotions, and experiences. Under all that I don't feel insignificant, I don't feel stressed, I feel amazed, astonished, lucky. Lucky to be able to look back across all that history and know how the world has been shaped through the past thousands of years, Lucky to be able to watch it now, Lucky to be able to see it's future, watch it change, grow, evolve. And maybe, just maybe, in the span of all of that, there's something interesting worth thinking, and something interesting worth saying.
I look forward to sharing some of those thoughts, past, present, or future with you all. Some of that wonder. Thank you for reading.

You new things every day, do well to remember them.

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