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SuperNova Afterglow Spews Embers of Time

by Brian K Compton

Rated: 18+ · Book · Writing · #1300042

All that remains: in afterlife as 'mainstream' blogger, with what little I know. 20k views

Obshchak

Some torn to the ground ▼

Some burn to the ground
Others removed brick by brick
Redesign for the times
When the lease comes up
Or just fold up

When you have a bad day and need a reason...

Formerly: New Zenith To Hell…(all started with arc as writer here from the trials of Rising Stars to Preferred Author to WDC Quills Best Poetry Collection...

"Whoever fights monsters should see to it…he does not become a monster.” - Some guy, I guess. Look it up?
I’ve been to the abyss and back. Not so bad.

The loneliest happy person you'd ever meet, when not the saddest person who needs to be alone.

In an ever-changing world, we need to handle topics at the ready. If you roll over and give in to the narrative without lending a voice, might as well hand over your civil liberties. Voices could connect to true conscience and spirit for honest and open discourse. Why feel so redacted?

Unify on issues or don't but put drama aside. Open minds require complete objectivity. Or, agree to disagree and have a beer. Just writing what I feel without the narrative-altering mind f---ing with my head.

[MY Chorus]
In your house, I long to be
Room by room, patiently
I'll wait for you there, like a stone
I'll wait for you there, alone
- Chris Cornell, RIP

"Some other stuff"
I'm in love with carefully chosen words, arranged just so, audible, edible, to inhale. I attempt to post new poems and epiphanies daily with some links to what inspires.

I am legally blind with a rare, genetic form of glaucoma. I'm described as "end stage" after two successful surgeries, still subject to further vision loss. Cataracts complicating matters. Writing Can get strenuous but seldom deters what yearns to emerge, despite a documented history of depression and recently diagnosed ADHD and undefinable social disorders and/or PTSD. Ammunition, or blanks?

My recent poetry:

BOOK

Rolling Through Intersections

(18+)
A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, hindered by periphery.
#1149750 by Brian K Compton

Sometimes epiphanies about my insights on writing and life and what goes on...

"Blah, blah, blah"
Making sense of life is maddening. Why do I need to know, when truth may not actually exist? Learning to accept would be a better pursuit? Flailing about in my own mediocrity, hoping to bust out.

I am visible. You can put a face with a name. I would like to see other writers, too. Fiction is what you write, not who you are.

Reinventing myself. I couldn't continue on the path I was on and needed a fresh start. This time around I want to put the focus on writing and the world outside of this community as it affects my life.

I realize now that I have been baring my chest a bit more, as when young. fake me much more boring and unliberated than the real me.

A world arriving as silent as that blossom in your garden that I told you about...

Merit Badge in Rare
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I like your work!

Thank you WakeUpAndLive

for honoring me with your kind words!

Read here some old blog entries...

2018 Highlights ▼

Brian K Compton

A signature image for use by anyone nominated for a Quill in 2018

Short answer, mostly relatable.

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10 Most Recent Blog Comments:

Brian K Compton

May 20, 2025 at 2:06pm
In response to "To The Influence: U-N-S-U-B-S-C-R-I-B-E"

When life squeezes me, I just get more of MYSELF.

Kåre เลียม Enga

May 12, 2025 at 12:22pm
In response to "Misapplied and the Mislead"

Lock or hang the miscreants
That dared disturb your dinner.

To me that sums up a lot. High-end living/traveling/playing hasn't suffered recently. Heaven help the drip-coffee crowd down at the diner.

You cover a lot! Much of what has been unnerving me for a decade.

Yes, could use a trim and then entry into "The Long Poetry Contest"

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By-the-way, hope you can enter Shadows&Light in the next couple days.

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Brian K Compton

Apr 27, 2025 at 11:55am
In response to "Awards I Cannot Appreciate"

Furthermore, more googling:

AI Overview
Empathy in the autistic

While both autistic adults and adults with empathy are common, the experience of empathy in autistic individuals can be complex. Some autistic individuals may have lower levels of empathy, while others experience heightened or "hyper-empathy". The experience of empathy in autism can also be characterized as a form of empathic disequilibrium, where emotional and cognitive empathy are out of sync.

Empathic Disequilibrium:
Research suggests that some autistic individuals may have lower levels of emotional empathy compared to cognitive empathy, leading to a disconnect between understanding others' emotions and feeling them emotionally.

Hyper-Empathy:
Some autistic individuals may experience heightened or "hyper-empathy," where they are intensely attuned to and overwhelmed by the emotions of others.

Varied Experiences:
Empathy is not a uniform trait in autism. Some individuals may struggle with recognizing emotions, while others may be highly sensitive and empathetic.

Empathy as a Spectrum:
Empathy exists on a spectrum, and individuals with varying levels of empathy are common in the general population.

Developmental Factors:
Empathy is believed to develop over time, and individuals may exhibit varying levels of empathy at different stages of their lives.

Social Communication Impairments:
ASD is characterized by difficulties with social interaction and communication, which can impact how individuals experience and express empathy.
ASD Support:
It is important to note autism can be diagnosed later in life, and individuals may benefit from support and understanding their unique experiences with empathy.

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Brian K Compton

Apr 15, 2025 at 5:24pm
In response to "Pic Prompt (These Two Hands Given)"

http://www.theblogazine.com/2013/02/gianni-berengo-gardin-at-casa-dei-tre-oci-in...

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Brian K Compton

Mar 18, 2025 at 1:47am
In response to "My Restroom Attendant and Rooster"

Kåre เลียม Enga

Stop on by. I’ll give you one of ours.

This is Onyx. No one can have him.

He’s the guy that plays tag. He goes and hides where he thinks we can’t see him and calls out for someone to chase him.

He’s barely a cat.

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Kåre เลียม Enga

Mar 16, 2025 at 4:43pm
In response to "My Restroom Attendant and Rooster"

I wish I had a cat. I'm alone too much when I'm in Montana. I love saying hello to cats and dogs.

October 3, 2014 at 11:18am

#829845

Hello, maybe Goodbye

It's not like the old days anymore. Not like we can meet for lunch at the Szechuan place on Third Street, where you educated me on Asian cuisine. And, not far from the University where we spent most of our hours either in class or working at the public radio and television studios, keeping in touch through the campus phone system.

It seemed like not a day would go by without a word for one another. And then you found somebody to "date." And when he would travel for his job, which was frequent, then we found time for each other again. When he was around, I was out of sight. But, one day I failed and it all came apart. I needed help and you brought him along to rescue me. And I did not offer my thanks. The words got stuck in my throat. He pointed it out to you, as you said. And I realized I was a threat, in his eyes.

So you were upset and I stayed away. Eventually we became friends again. But it was never the same. And then I had to move away and then you had to move away and we grew farther and further apart. I sent the last unresponded letters. I sent the last unresponded emails.

I saw something in you. You left me hanging. For years I have not been able to put together the puzzle of the last time we were together and I thought you had extended your hand touching mine on your daybed on accident. But now I wonder, was there a purpose? You did not let me know if you were still in a relationship. I sensed something in you I hadn't seen since the first time I thought there was an attraction and you managed to confuse me. So I did not respond. And now I have regrets to this day that I did not find out.

Over 20 years later, I found you and contacted you. And from the emails it seems like you're still the girl I used to know. You are married now. I am married now. And yet, the thing dogs me still, stuck in my brain. It should be harmless to ask. I cannot, should not, open that door, even though I stare at it every day wondering what lies beyond, wondering what I left inside.

Just know, whenever I dreamed of you, I felt I could be or do anything I wanted. Without you, I wonder if I'll ever realize my potential.

Goodbye again, LuAnne

Brian

Written long ago, though I could not share with you, he said wistfully, alone to the sky...

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October 3, 2014 at 8:28am

#829826

Aging reforms the narcissist not the hopeless dreamer

Been taking personality tests at Psychcentral.com to learn if suspected traits exist and not liking some results. Self diagnosis is cheap, painful and just as subjective, but not overseen by a paid professional who can drag out sessions for years, feeling no wiser for the experience.

I'm just going to tweet insights, adding whatever passes for wisdom here and in Notebook, as the psyche turns over each stone obsessively, finding no discernible clue to explain this vain existence.

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