If there is a time to be pedantic its now,
Meaning can’t be derived from half truths and feelings,
No matter how strong.
There is still a place for personal truths,
But those truths should never,
Pull the rug from under the health,
The wellbeing of others.
If your truths bring someone else to harm,
Then look in the mirror,
And on its edge ponder,
What personal truths bring harm to me?
For if you can’t look outward,
At least learn to empathize inward.
Some truths are to important to look away from.
Even as those same truths hurt,
It is pain well spent,
For the wellbeing of others.
I write Poetry and fiction as a hobby, I've written a full book but never managed to get it published.
I am also working on a Table Top RPG called Cryptix. And have really fallen in love with this project. As such a lot of my fiction right now is connected to the lore of this strange world of monsters.
My poems tend to be thoughtful and philosophical with a touch of spirituality.
My fiction is mostly sci-fi and fantasy but usually with twists and interesting ideas thrown in there. I have been told I don't have a solid grasp of genre, which is fair since the whole concept doesn't make a whole lot of sense to me anyways, I write what I want, and nothing else.
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