JScher - Hello Poetry

I always try to feel them, to express them Yet I forget, and I regret not having felt the sun often enough when it was still shining The ground beneath my feet when I was away from home The butterflies when only dead leaves were floating in the air My father’s smile The family gatherings when I was little The sticky saltwater of the tropics on my skin The fantasy world that only my brother and I knew about My grandmother’s voice that lulled me to sleep The scent of his skin when all I have left is his T-shirt The short distance between my friends On this day, I miss the sun as it disappears behind the fleeting formation in the sky, and I close my eyes when it reappears a short time later and I try to remember.

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Apr 5

Apr 5, 2026 at 2:25 PM UTC

JScher

Phases of appreciation

I always try to feel them, to express them Yet I forget, and I regret not having felt the sun often enough when it was still shining The ground beneath my feet when I was away from home The butterflies when only dead leaves were floating in the air My father’s smile The family gatherings when I was little The sticky saltwater of the tropics on my skin The fantasy world that only my brother and I knew about My grandmother’s voice that lulled me to sleep The scent of his skin when all I have left is his T-shirt The short distance between my friends On this day, I miss the sun as it disappears behind the fleeting formation in the sky, and I close my eyes when it reappears a short time later and I try to remember.

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cast a shadow here set the scene, light spot! over here! place this one about twenty yards away… …background and now slowly... too fast! towards us head on... cut! we forgot the bouquet of gerberas for her have her hold them at a slight angle in front of her with a self-satisfied attitude… or something wait now ladybird... what was it again? “snowflakes”? “conflict moon and sun”? “a rotating mirror”? what is that supposed to mean? what was I thinking? where do these belong? in which place? to what purpose? what am I doing here? what are you doing here? where did you come from, why are y‘all standing still now? stop the staring, at least don‘t forget blinking! creeps! the pile of props is leaning more and more starved, curiously waiting for an instruction there it is, no fear! however the vision... must have seemingly gone lost on the way here

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Jun 11, 2025

Jun 11, 2025 at 8:05 PM UTC

JScher

a lost vision

cast a shadow here set the scene, light spot! over here! place this one about twenty yards away… …background and now slowly... too fast! towards us head on... cut! we forgot the bouquet of gerberas for her have her hold them at a slight angle in front of her with a self-satisfied attitude… or something wait now ladybird... what was it again? “snowflakes”? “conflict moon and sun”? “a rotating mirror”? what is that supposed to mean? what was I thinking? where do these belong? in which place? to what purpose? what am I doing here? what are you doing here? where did you come from, why are y‘all standing still now? stop the staring, at least don‘t forget blinking! creeps! the pile of props is leaning more and more starved, curiously waiting for an instruction there it is, no fear! however the vision... must have seemingly gone lost on the way here

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My sweet darling cover yourself with layers whenever you are cold shrink in size let the wind carry you from garden to garden taste the lovely fruits talk to the lonely leaves not for too long float on make sure no one notices you taste here and there talk to them not too much! Where have you gone? Float on, not too far! let yourself be carried, not too much.

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Mar 27, 2025

Mar 27, 2025 at 3:56 PM UTC

JScher

sweet darling

My sweet darling cover yourself with layers whenever you are cold shrink in size let the wind carry you from garden to garden taste the lovely fruits talk to the lonely leaves not for too long float on make sure no one notices you taste here and there talk to them not too much! Where have you gone? Float on, not too far! let yourself be carried, not too much.

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craving the aroma of your air while I sink to the bottom of the bathtub longing for your touch while being shaken back into reality philosophizing about your voice while melodies and bass fill the room projecting your creature in front of me while motion pictures buzz behind it longing for your scent while another sneaks past me dreaming of different versions of you while I try to recover freezing although everything in me burns for you perhaps a bath would warm me just as fine too I let the water in and soon find myself-

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Mar 14, 2025

Mar 14, 2025 at 4:24 AM UTC

JScher

You consume me

craving the aroma of your air while I sink to the bottom of the bathtub longing for your touch while being shaken back into reality philosophizing about your voice while melodies and bass fill the room projecting your creature in front of me while motion pictures buzz behind it longing for your scent while another sneaks past me dreaming of different versions of you while I try to recover freezing although everything in me burns for you perhaps a bath would warm me just as fine too I let the water in and soon find myself-

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