Gregor - Hello Poetry

When heavy snow covers thin skin silence takes hold everything stops and there’s a little time left barely a moment light reflected off the pavement one word— silence then Snow melts

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May 14

May 14, 2026 at 4:31 PM UTC

Snow

When heavy snow covers thin skin silence takes hold everything stops and there’s a little time left barely a moment light reflected off the pavement one word— silence then Snow melts

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turn on white noise to hear nothing clearly turn on picture in picture the hum of the sea the hum of a street the hum of trees the hum of rain ringing in the ears white noise behind the eyelids brings relief the sound of water in the womb silence

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May 10

May 10, 2026 at 9:01 AM UTC

Noise

turn on white noise to hear nothing clearly turn on picture in picture the hum of the sea the hum of a street the hum of trees the hum of rain ringing in the ears white noise behind the eyelids brings relief the sound of water in the womb silence

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I learned to walk at the beginning a scoop of ice cream melts in full sun adam’s apple swallowed the last time has no taste only painfully stretches the throat the ice cream was eaten by me or a few minutes right after they taught me to march

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Apr 26

Apr 26, 2026 at 2:06 PM UTC

Break

I learned to walk at the beginning a scoop of ice cream melts in full sun adam’s apple swallowed the last time has no taste only painfully stretches the throat the ice cream was eaten by me or a few minutes right after they taught me to march

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how to find myself in the shards of phobia in the mariana trench in the black cold. how to find you at the ocean floor or in the still abyss of space. how to shrink the heart by will alone wet the tongue at the gate of the mouth. maybe you are between the immensity of time and the vastness of space drifting through the silent passes of interstellar gravitons. that i will find you is as real as poetry and as real as the fact that i exist. warm and rough like tree bark.

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Apr 10

Apr 10, 2026 at 1:34 PM UTC

Space

how to find myself in the shards of phobia in the mariana trench in the black cold. how to find you at the ocean floor or in the still abyss of space. how to shrink the heart by will alone wet the tongue at the gate of the mouth. maybe you are between the immensity of time and the vastness of space drifting through the silent passes of interstellar gravitons. that i will find you is as real as poetry and as real as the fact that i exist. warm and rough like tree bark.

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pale screens woken for the gleam of a bare breast and those who like scribes sniff out blood erasing the pages of future history wet pavements swollen with the sight of shamed madonnas and walls with a ladder of red leaves leading straight to the windowpane leaden breaths as i watch them smile waiting for a bullet to jump from the screen they have the power to turn it into a round breast

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Apr 4

Apr 4, 2026 at 1:07 PM UTC

snapshot

pale screens woken for the gleam of a bare breast and those who like scribes sniff out blood erasing the pages of future history wet pavements swollen with the sight of shamed madonnas and walls with a ladder of red leaves leading straight to the windowpane leaden breaths as i watch them smile waiting for a bullet to jump from the screen they have the power to turn it into a round breast

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In the forest by the fire A lone savage Sits Watching the stars Registry of ancestors He does not guess but feels That bright dots carry the past That the soul like a spark from pine needles Will also find its place there one day When the savage cries out The echo answers him The whole world

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Apr 2

Apr 2, 2026 at 1:52 AM UTC

Savage

In the forest by the fire A lone savage Sits Watching the stars Registry of ancestors He does not guess but feels That bright dots carry the past That the soul like a spark from pine needles Will also find its place there one day When the savage cries out The echo answers him The whole world

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in the cry of the heart empty thoughts frenzy of despair the force of envy in the grey body rotting inside nothing but hollow how not to be afraid dead body only black still alive still beating no heart left still rotting still beating

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Mar 30

Mar 30, 2026 at 8:08 PM UTC

run

in the cry of the heart empty thoughts frenzy of despair the force of envy in the grey body rotting inside nothing but hollow how not to be afraid dead body only black still alive still beating no heart left still rotting still beating

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Dry earth is dust Barren Where no plants will grow Nor thought Were it not for the cold grey color I could pretend it’s Sand on a beach Dust carried by the wind Cuts the face Blurs the eyes Brings no comfort Offers no protection from the flood Makes no cement The dust will vanish at last Like a moment at the table Completely Unnoticed

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Mar 29

Mar 29, 2026 at 5:57 PM UTC

Dust

Dry earth is dust Barren Where no plants will grow Nor thought Were it not for the cold grey color I could pretend it’s Sand on a beach Dust carried by the wind Cuts the face Blurs the eyes Brings no comfort Offers no protection from the flood Makes no cement The dust will vanish at last Like a moment at the table Completely Unnoticed

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error after error coils in circles — this is her ark sailing through an ocean of fibers when you meet this antique beauty, flee before the cherub reaches you with his bow when she touches you with her palm, her skin so white when you meet the worst demons in the darkness an axe will cleave her magnificent form the peacefully dreaming minotaur — is that echo calling you, or is it the song you hum after sleepless nights? a stream of threads turns into a leash when the one being led knows no direction when you catch her scent, remember: that red thread is red from blood it does not heal the soul — it shackles it and pulls you all the way to the other shore you, son of the earth crystalline — this girl will turn you into noth(ing/ing) she will thread your body onto a spindle you will fall asleep in darkness, led.

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Mar 21

Mar 21, 2026 at 10:10 AM UTC

Thread

error after error coils in circles — this is her ark sailing through an ocean of fibers when you meet this antique beauty, flee before the cherub reaches you with his bow when she touches you with her palm, her skin so white when you meet the worst demons in the darkness an axe will cleave her magnificent form the peacefully dreaming minotaur — is that echo calling you, or is it the song you hum after sleepless nights? a stream of threads turns into a leash when the one being led knows no direction when you catch her scent, remember: that red thread is red from blood it does not heal the soul — it shackles it and pulls you all the way to the other shore you, son of the earth crystalline — this girl will turn you into noth(ing/ing) she will thread your body onto a spindle you will fall asleep in darkness, led.

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a gnarled oak that knew well all its leaves and had closely examined its inner tissues loved me like a son when i was cutting it down it asked to be made into matches because they are eternal

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Mar 19

Mar 19, 2026 at 9:32 AM UTC

ask

a gnarled oak that knew well all its leaves and had closely examined its inner tissues loved me like a son when i was cutting it down it asked to be made into matches because they are eternal

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