Sunday, November 9, 2014

The War of Z and X

So I realized this funny thing just recently about the letters Z and X.

I like both of them because they are pretty badass, and have used them in names, made-up words, gender-neutral pronouns, etc. But I have always been torn about which one to use...

For instance, the name "Zxero," which comes up on this blog a lot went through the Z vs. X battle. I did not know if it should be "Xero" or plain "Zero," so I ended up using both. That was easy enough.

But recently I was torn about using Z or X for my gender-neutral pronoun. This was an even more difficult decision than the Zxero thing. I mean, it would be sort of weird using both letters, since it is a pronoun and not a name... So I ended up using Z for some practical reasons.

Oh well this is a pretty meaningless post but whatever, I just felt like writing that out.

Have a lovely day.
-Aberswyth

Thursday, November 6, 2014

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Wander On

The west wind calls to me
There, over by the moon
It beckons me to come to it
I smile back at you.
There, there, no tears dear one
As I slip into the night
With heart in palm
And hopeful foresight,
There will always be the sun.
The trails are deep
The mountains are steep
But I’ve grown wings to fly
And through the path of unknown
I will travel evermore
Through wandering space
And time


Aberswyth

genderless pronouns: zi/zym vs. xi/xym

No one looks at this blog... at all. But that's okay. Here goes:

Hello, beings on the internet,
here is a quick survey thing about genderless pronouns I'm going to use in my novel. I have chosen two that I personally like, but I can't decide between them so I'm just going to put them out there and see which one people like better.
So they are...
xi, xym, xyr, xyrs, xymself
vs.
zi, zym, zyr, zyrs, zymself
Used in sentences...
Xi likes sunsets.
That cake is for xym.
That is xyr journal.
That book is xyrs.
Xi took one for xymself
Zi likes sunsets.
That cake is for zym.
That is zyr journal.
That book is zyrs.
Zi took one for zymself.
(They are both pronounced the same way). So anyway, just leave a comment if you'd like. (Please no suggestions of other pronouns at this point or it will just confuse me more. Just stick with these two. Sorry about that!)



Also, here is a poem I wrote. There are two versions using each pronoun. Enjoy.

A different existence?
zi is here but not
do you see zym? Even if you do
Will you believe it true?
when minds are the only source
with the potential to perceive it.
zi walks along a crooked foot path
supported by miles upon miles of dirt, lava, ore,
Yet zi exists in a place
devoid of gravity.
zi is neither male nor female
zi isn’t human,
nor is zi an alien
zi isn’t a biological being and yet
zi isn’t a metaphor or symbol either
Will you believe it true?
when minds in this dimension of reality
can only contemplate so-called “reality”
from what they absorb through senses?
zi is wandering through
a physical reality that never existed here
maybe it’s somewhere
we can only access in our minds
but either way, who’s to say
It doesn’t exist?
zi bends down, picks up a sturdy vine, believes
‘maybe even this being
wonders why it exists, just the same as I do’
The thought is a black hole, and zi
looks up to the sky, away from it--
or perhaps right to it
maybe. Just maybe
zi can become beyond this--
lose zymself to
a reality of no consciousness

A different existence?
xi is here but not
do you see xym? Even if you do
Will you believe it true?
when minds are the only source
with the potential to perceive it.
xi walks along a crooked foot path
supported by miles upon miles of dirt, lava, ore,
Yet xi exists in a place
devoid of gravity.
xi is neither male nor female
xi isn’t human,
nor is xi an alien
xi isn’t a biological being and yet
xi isn’t a metaphor or symbol either
Will you believe it true?
when minds in this dimension of reality
can only contemplate so-called “reality”
from what they absorb through senses?
xi is wandering through
a physical reality that never existed here
maybe it’s somewhere
we can only access in our minds
but either way, who’s to say
It doesn’t exist?
xi bends down, picks up a sturdy vine, believes
‘maybe even this being
wonders why it exists, just the same as I do’
The thought is a black hole, and xi
looks up to the sky, away from it--
or perhaps right to it
maybe. Just maybe
xi can become beyond this--
lose xymself to
a reality of no consciousness

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Scene - Renee and Mariei

"I didn't think that zi would do such a thing. How cold!" Renee said with an exasperated tone of voice.

"Though zi isn't human, zi certainly gives me the shivers like Gavria does," Mariei mentioned.

The two girls sat on the metal ledge, swinging their legs and watching the sea undulate below them. The sky was slowly turning crimson as the sun bowed down into the horizon.

Renee turned to Mariei and sucked in her lips before speaking. "What do you think will happen when we go to fight to Risenen dogs?" she said rather hastily.

"I can't be sure," Mariei replied calmly. "I just know that those Raeges will pay for the dilemma they've put us through." Her hands, resting on the metal ledge on either side of her tightened, and her knuckles turned white. Renee looked towards her, but did not dare look into her eyes. She knew what Mariei had gone through. Even though she appeared calm, there was a hurricane brewing inside of her, Renee could tell. She did not want to mention it though. Instead, she changed the subject.

"Mariei, how's your invention going?" Renee asked cautiously.

Mariei's eyes were blank as slate, but she replied, "it's fine. It's almost finished."

After that, she was silent, staring out at the horizon.

Renee nodded slightly trying to show that she understood, but at the same time she did not want to speak because of a sudden fear that took over her mind. It was not that she did not like Mariei, it was just Mariei was sometimes difficult to approach. Renee had been her friend for a very long time, but as time passed, it seemed like they were getting farther and farther away from each other. Renee was not sure what to do any longer. Being friends as soldiers was more difficult than she had imagined previously.




~Aberswyth

Sunday, July 6, 2014

Paranoia

So I have this really weird paranoia regarding my most important, favourite OCs.

The thing is, I REALLY hate making them public online— once they go online, they are there forever, and that’s a bit scary because then it is like they are not mine anymore. I’m not ready to let them go yet! 

What I am mostly afraid of is having them get stolen by someone and then they are really clever so if I tried to get them back, I would lose. I honestly don’t know where this weird paranoia comes from. I just assume the worst. 

Although I have this aversion toward posting anything regarding my OCs online, I still have an inclination to make them known, so then I don’t know what to do. I want to keep them private, yet at the same time I want them to be out there for the “world” to see.

I kind of think I should keep them private until I at least finish my novels about them. (I don’t even like to reveal anything about my novels online, funnily enough). I mean, besides, no one really gives a crud about my stuff, which is good in a way, but I don’t want to risk putting my stuff out there unless it is at least sort of established and protected.

Well, here's an abstract thing. Enjoy 



  
Rant comes to a close
~Aberswyth

Friday, May 2, 2014

Looking

I looked Left for a while
To find Right had found another home,
Because of how i neglected its duties.


Those duties aren’t mine, i said
They looked away sullenly
Forward was not impressed.


So I turned to Downward,
But my hair covered my eyes
And I couldn’t see Above


And when I wandered around confused,
Closed my eyes-- I saw Black
Who said and did nothing.

Friday, February 21, 2014

yay




Yythorlan (more commonly Orlandis), an androgynous myterus (or phantom/ghost if that is easier to comprehend) thinks about three lovely characters from three different realities. They are Merlin (Emrys) the mage, Sherlock Holmes the detective, and River Tam the psychopath.

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

long white coat

i'm attracted to the
coils of your mind
throbbing with endless knots of
reasonings and meanings
behind every wall you set up

do you see me reaching through
your walls?
beyond your black trench coat collar covering your eyes
your fatigued face
that matches the
unwillingness in your stare--
does it fear
a softer gaze
than you get from your archenemies?

maybe i reflect your colours with
my long white lab coat
which you've been scratching at all your life
because it has what
you may have been searching for
besides the thrill of deducing me and
drawing the killers
out of their solitude-filled existences

you want what you could have so far
and i close my eyes
in hope perhaps
you might too, just to hear me think
even if you do tell people
to shut up even when they're voiceless

my hand has stopped at your
metal walls
that burn
and i am now furtive--
kept wondering if maybe
i am your worst criminal
trying to murder the you you've shown




Wednesday, February 12, 2014

too young, too far



I heard I'm too young
to be jaded
I take
pretty sea glass and turn it to dust
embittered eyes scanning
a red world
The clouds are endless
Forests far away and
the pollution has entered my head

I don't want you to go
yet I know
we're all individual
whether or not that means
alone



Thursday, January 23, 2014

Orlan



"So what if you think me a spirit just because I have no need to eat, sleep, drink, and do requirements you must do as a human, or because I have no bones, blood, organs, et cetera, or even because if you tried to cut, break or bruise me your body or weapon would only go through me. I am still just as problematic as you are, and I feel things like you do, even with no chemicals or hormones. I only want to feel like I belong somewhere, respected by you because I admire you."

Saturday, January 18, 2014

Feathered

There’s a kid on my block
Living ever so slowly
In his ditch of a home
A sandy, disregarded fairy wood
I walk by as slow as him
He’s young
Bushy, chirpy, but with already
Dull eyes, dull as my
Crumbling picket fence
And he takes care of his grandmother
Who is white-eyed,
Who always smiles and
She slowly rots
As slowly as he lives,
And I walk.
She never knew him
And never will
I see him on the bus smiling
In the very back with his torn up
Tuxedo,
He is so oddly calm
And his bright green tie of feathers
His hands are feathers.
No one notices him—
His unsecured presence,
Untethered to the small words
They throw around.
He gets on, gets off
Hardly a movement, like a
Star’s migration
There it is, it is so static
But where has it gone after
I’ve looked away?

~aberstwyth