Adrian_Clopan - Hello Poetry

It's all becoming more and more like a fever dream... Politicians are drinking tea, laughing maniacally with their shredded top hats, the rabbit; and Alice. The true face of it all is getting clearer and clearer. How long has it been like this? And why now—as though desperately clinging onto the last seconds of history—give up the act and blatantly share what we thought could indeed be true before? Or do they know what you and I both know: that people have become so numb that you don't have to hire great actors. No, you hire a clown because spanning attention is as hard as it gets; In a world where our phones flash us popups and death Everyday And every hour Every hour every second Every second is too long Because my attention span can't... ugh There's something wrong I... Just wanted to watch this video of a cat And now I'm shoved against a fence by a robot with a bat Who silences violence with the law on his shoe Roses are red

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Feb 22, 2025

Feb 22, 2025 at 2:27 PM UTC

Tulips are dead

It's all becoming more and more like a fever dream... Politicians are drinking tea, laughing maniacally with their shredded top hats, the rabbit; and Alice. The true face of it all is getting clearer and clearer. How long has it been like this? And why now—as though desperately clinging onto the last seconds of history—give up the act and blatantly share what we thought could indeed be true before? Or do they know what you and I both know: that people have become so numb that you don't have to hire great actors. No, you hire a clown because spanning attention is as hard as it gets; In a world where our phones flash us popups and death Everyday And every hour Every hour every second Every second is too long Because my attention span can't... ugh There's something wrong I... Just wanted to watch this video of a cat And now I'm shoved against a fence by a robot with a bat Who silences violence with the law on his shoe Roses are red

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In the vinyl, I see Saturn’s rings. I see them scattered with snowballs, glowing in the oh-so-distant sunlight— peacefully floating in their orbits, occasionally saying hello to one another with a little bump from time to time. The music blends as the snowballs form; bigger, greater snowballs that— once having consumed all around them— stay frozen in the pitch-dark nothing… They remain, mute and humble—observing. And they never melt away. I snap back— —back to the vinyl. How beautiful it sounds. Not a single scratch really hurts your ear; it rather tingles the senses. The scratch of the needle turns the etches into flowers. Each note is a cloud, and I am floating on one, drinking the melody deep into my body, letting it melt me away into water. I rain down into my chair, and— —I snap back. My body tickles as the speaker shakes the air around me. It liquefies, turns upside down. The violin is playing… Oh no. I forgot about this part. I see the mirror in your room, and in the mirror, I see you. And next to you, I see me. I am still inside the drop. And I know that in a minute, it will burst. It will run down your cheek. Any moment now. I snap back. I snap.

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Feb 14, 2025

Feb 14, 2025 at 3:29 PM UTC

The Vinyl

In the vinyl, I see Saturn’s rings. I see them scattered with snowballs, glowing in the oh-so-distant sunlight— peacefully floating in their orbits, occasionally saying hello to one another with a little bump from time to time. The music blends as the snowballs form; bigger, greater snowballs that— once having consumed all around them— stay frozen in the pitch-dark nothing… They remain, mute and humble—observing. And they never melt away. I snap back— —back to the vinyl. How beautiful it sounds. Not a single scratch really hurts your ear; it rather tingles the senses. The scratch of the needle turns the etches into flowers. Each note is a cloud, and I am floating on one, drinking the melody deep into my body, letting it melt me away into water. I rain down into my chair, and— —I snap back. My body tickles as the speaker shakes the air around me. It liquefies, turns upside down. The violin is playing… Oh no. I forgot about this part. I see the mirror in your room, and in the mirror, I see you. And next to you, I see me. I am still inside the drop. And I know that in a minute, it will burst. It will run down your cheek. Any moment now. I snap back. I snap.

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Men plunge and ****** their spears into Pointless flesh You've let it in through your ribben cage, and so drunkenly judged this poor exchange Of a branch's strength to a wrench's More wood More wood for the fiery eyes of the younger Isn't it good There's new flesh for the trenches Whom with an unquenched thirst And a gray wolf's hunger Ignore the flesh, rot and stenches.

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Jan 28, 2025

Jan 28, 2025 at 4:50 AM UTC

Pointless Flesh

Men plunge and ****** their spears into Pointless flesh You've let it in through your ribben cage, and so drunkenly judged this poor exchange Of a branch's strength to a wrench's More wood More wood for the fiery eyes of the younger Isn't it good There's new flesh for the trenches Whom with an unquenched thirst And a gray wolf's hunger Ignore the flesh, rot and stenches.

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