{"id":23124,"date":"2026-05-07T09:10:06","date_gmt":"2026-05-07T14:10:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/?p=23124"},"modified":"2026-05-07T09:10:06","modified_gmt":"2026-05-07T14:10:06","slug":"confusion-it-sounds-good","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2026\/05\/07\/confusion-it-sounds-good\/","title":{"rendered":"confusion: it sounds good?"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

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below you will find a paragraph I’m thinking of using in one of my works. I added it to see if people actually understand it does it just sound good because of a few big words placed in the right spots coincidentally and you know that’s kind of what poetry is.  I will give the meaning of the paragraph below, but I ask you to read the paragraph first and answer questions about it then you see the true meaning. B<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n

Pleasure is a beauty only the mind of un-innocents can enjoy. Those not human and human come forth in unity at the idea of it, placed <\/span>upon the minds of people <\/span>imprinted<\/span> since birth to seek it out, we were meant to destroy, meant to break from <\/span>humanely<\/span> <\/span>resilience<\/span> that <\/span>encages what we <\/span>seen in<\/span> the mirror, a silence that it too l<\/span>o<\/span>ud to ignore, a <\/span>perverted<\/span> fruit from the garden where eve wa<\/span>s <\/span>deceived<\/span>, my eyes no longer see the shell that holds what hell truly is, they see the <\/span>naturalness<\/span> in between <\/span>there being no wrong or right , judgement isn\u2019t <\/span>anything<\/span> but a meta-physical <\/span>construct<\/span> and something can never identify itself as purely false or true <\/span>it\u2019s all a facade, the wrinkles upon my hands a language only angles and demons understand meant to decide if <\/span>i<\/span> go to heaven or hell, they see what <\/span>I<\/span> see but <\/span>I<\/span> am no mor<\/span>e than a mortal <\/span>entity<\/span> a being who lives from the past and now collide to <\/span>ultimately<\/span> mean nothing.<\/span> <\/span><\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

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I was attempting to make the reader feel like I was questioning my existence. The paragraph is meant to say I exist for a reason, but I ultimately end up in the dirt meaning noth9ing to those around me. I think my first line really shows that with me using the term pleasure! pleasure is what humans really desire the pleasure of growing old, getting money, eating everything they want in life. the “perverted fruit” is expectations and doubts from other people. the dramatism in it is purposeful, I wanted to make the reader feel something or relate in away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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  1. what do you think the author meant when he wrote the first line?<\/li>\n
  2. \u00a0 what is the “perverted fruit”?<\/li>\n
  3. what do you think the author is trying to convey?<\/li>\n
  4. if you had to change\/add line, what would you make different?<\/li>\n
  5. what does exist meant to you?<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n\n\n\n
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      below you will find a paragraph I’m thinking of using in one of my works. I added it to see if people actually understand it does it just sound good because of a few big words placed in the right spots coincidentally and you know that’s kind of what poetry is.  I will give … Continue reading “confusion: it sounds good?”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":113,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23124"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/113"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=23124"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23124\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":23422,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23124\/revisions\/23422"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=23124"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=23124"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=23124"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}