Homesickparadise - Hello Poetry

The smell begins, as rain meets the romancing strips from the heavens after the quickest route downtown to lose its fight with cement. Just like that. Its memory remaining in the mind of history like a confused stoic entering the ring to scrap with eternity, to begin under moments to be found nowhere and often without a care. So, we shall go there, go where the steps are trampled and life is ample all to be etched into life’s stone park, no more searching for messages, or mystery from history. We might find this, indeed, we might; off with heed towards this venture requires a sudden measure from a storied tune. I let the music play while trying to tone the right tomb before ending up missing the muse. For only just a moment, I let the petrichor of the rain and its most recent defeat take me in, as to imagine a journey towards an understanding from within. I didn’t feel any choice muster a gather, it was simply on a mission to speak, rather to teach—so, I entered this realm with glee. 'Greetings! — you must feel rather chum to hum the tune of new history, its symphony a masterful epiphany with its designer to solemnly place an ending on one's plate. It just might be widely believed that once tucked safely in the past denial, it's to be here awhile, there indeed, so as one can suppose all there is one just won’t ever be.' This breathing of unknowing mist is worth all the while of the isle, for you’re on the right side to dial up memories glossing along life’s treasury for a little while longer than the last past, till ones routinely interrupted while trying to gather up a bit more of times favor. While advancing upon that which hold hopes of a gutting denial, we mustn’t wish for any rain to stop before we smile upon this fated plot.

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Jan 11, 2025

Jan 11, 2025 at 5:17 PM UTC

Passing the Stone Park

The smell begins, as rain meets the romancing strips from the heavens after the quickest route downtown to lose its fight with cement. Just like that. Its memory remaining in the mind of history like a confused stoic entering the ring to scrap with eternity, to begin under moments to be found nowhere and often without a care. So, we shall go there, go where the steps are trampled and life is ample all to be etched into life’s stone park, no more searching for messages, or mystery from history. We might find this, indeed, we might; off with heed towards this venture requires a sudden measure from a storied tune. I let the music play while trying to tone the right tomb before ending up missing the muse. For only just a moment, I let the petrichor of the rain and its most recent defeat take me in, as to imagine a journey towards an understanding from within. I didn’t feel any choice muster a gather, it was simply on a mission to speak, rather to teach—so, I entered this realm with glee. 'Greetings! — you must feel rather chum to hum the tune of new history, its symphony a masterful epiphany with its designer to solemnly place an ending on one's plate. It just might be widely believed that once tucked safely in the past denial, it's to be here awhile, there indeed, so as one can suppose all there is one just won’t ever be.' This breathing of unknowing mist is worth all the while of the isle, for you’re on the right side to dial up memories glossing along life’s treasury for a little while longer than the last past, till ones routinely interrupted while trying to gather up a bit more of times favor. While advancing upon that which hold hopes of a gutting denial, we mustn’t wish for any rain to stop before we smile upon this fated plot.

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This life, Its ending despite me, and this quarrel, Its fusing behind me, nothing unsung; I sang, I errand ones lungs... Now I’m free.

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Dec 13, 2024

Dec 13, 2024 at 6:30 PM UTC

Floral Arrangements

This life, Its ending despite me, and this quarrel, Its fusing behind me, nothing unsung; I sang, I errand ones lungs... Now I’m free.

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The mind stranded, holding fast to the days of seeking, time is brawling for a lifelong nesting to its own demise. This life is on hold... arrives a party of one for a lovely meal.

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Dec 13, 2024

Dec 13, 2024 at 6:16 PM UTC

Closed Diner

The mind stranded, holding fast to the days of seeking, time is brawling for a lifelong nesting to its own demise. This life is on hold... arrives a party of one for a lovely meal.

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Under the wind locked behind its whistling frame becomes anew… which captains this life from within.

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Dec 13, 2024

Dec 13, 2024 at 3:28 PM UTC

An Understanding Near

Under the wind locked behind its whistling frame becomes anew… which captains this life from within.

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Declining youthful trails so quickly becoming this wisdom cuisine. Then suddenly begins this pressuring to become, and then finally... to be floating between all that is punctual.

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Dec 13, 2024

Dec 13, 2024 at 3:24 PM UTC

These Lands of Necessary Stuggle

Declining youthful trails so quickly becoming this wisdom cuisine. Then suddenly begins this pressuring to become, and then finally... to be floating between all that is punctual.

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Croaking around this decor of time, cheers all around... as we battle for the never ending.

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Dec 13, 2024

Dec 13, 2024 at 1:06 PM UTC

Fleets of Measure

Croaking around this decor of time, cheers all around... as we battle for the never ending.

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I'm lost, dreaming up to bargain, surrendered to vacancy moving my face around, nothing is present or still, the closest bell, ideals carry aim for saving it all... no hope sings here, lifes lacking is loud the journey is busy with loss, I've found.

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Dec 13, 2024

Dec 13, 2024 at 1:00 PM UTC

Sleepwalking

I'm lost, dreaming up to bargain, surrendered to vacancy moving my face around, nothing is present or still, the closest bell, ideals carry aim for saving it all... no hope sings here, lifes lacking is loud the journey is busy with loss, I've found.

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