Mivel - Hello Poetry

Excites me than the black and white of scenery that i endured all day long It painted All the ashes of leaves With the deepest blue it can stroke Rivers slips through the shadow Buildings glisten in the horizon Blue nights Allows the veins to collect All the waters that withered I welcome them and let it flow A boon from the skies Even in the absence of warm rays There is one shade that I could let myself drown, swim, and finally make it to shore Because for only in the bluest night I could tell I'm still living.

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Jan 8

Jan 8, 2026 at 12:21 PM UTC

Mivel

Blue nights

Excites me than the black and white of scenery that i endured all day long It painted All the ashes of leaves With the deepest blue it can stroke Rivers slips through the shadow Buildings glisten in the horizon Blue nights Allows the veins to collect All the waters that withered I welcome them and let it flow A boon from the skies Even in the absence of warm rays There is one shade that I could let myself drown, swim, and finally make it to shore Because for only in the bluest night I could tell I'm still living.

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Oh, Lily How beautifully you lie there, In the curly waves of the river Golden beams gently touch your skin As a way to wake the sleeping saint A trumpet of petals calls me from afar; It is the only thing that I hear Blaring in a quiet hearth Where a name without vowels is engraved I wander, unaware of its gentle retreat. I watch it dance Six needles holding the stamen Like a surfboard rocked by the sea's unrest One more whirl of the winds, Then it would fall on the carpel's feet. I sojourn in this garden once; You might never see me or I might never see you Let Zeus lurk for Hera's liquid at last 'Till it splashes, stained, and bloom In every season of my mind.

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Jan 8

Jan 8, 2026 at 12:17 PM UTC

Mivel

lily

Oh, Lily How beautifully you lie there, In the curly waves of the river Golden beams gently touch your skin As a way to wake the sleeping saint A trumpet of petals calls me from afar; It is the only thing that I hear Blaring in a quiet hearth Where a name without vowels is engraved I wander, unaware of its gentle retreat. I watch it dance Six needles holding the stamen Like a surfboard rocked by the sea's unrest One more whirl of the winds, Then it would fall on the carpel's feet. I sojourn in this garden once; You might never see me or I might never see you Let Zeus lurk for Hera's liquid at last 'Till it splashes, stained, and bloom In every season of my mind.

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Old radio occupies desolated shop, unmoved When it opens, transmission change from time to time, untamed Fuzzy haze filled the airwaves I still listen to its sounds Buzz, it says where have you been Buzz, it replied from business A short break from the DJ Here comes Gymnopedie 1 I played the keyboard, you're right Buzz, to another channel Conversation between me and unnamed friend as we dive Into the vastness of the universe. "We're not alone," I started, looking above. "We are just a grain of sand." "But where is everybody?" Pondered he, puffing smoke in the stillness of pitch darkness. I nodded, "maybe because Advanced civilizations sought to isolate themselves." White noise swallowed the broadcast I am here again sitting in the cobweb-covered shop Blur faces from the window Cars intersect, then part ways My body yearns for repose They say sleep rest our psyche But I know my wire so well Sleep does not rest my psyche My frequency pilgrimage Across the land, sea to sea I can hear the radio Constantly, halted to flee An unfamiliar station entered the box of audio At full volume, I'm all ears.

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Mar 27, 2025

Mar 27, 2025 at 11:49 PM UTC

Mivel

Radio station of maladaptive daydreamer

Old radio occupies desolated shop, unmoved When it opens, transmission change from time to time, untamed Fuzzy haze filled the airwaves I still listen to its sounds Buzz, it says where have you been Buzz, it replied from business A short break from the DJ Here comes Gymnopedie 1 I played the keyboard, you're right Buzz, to another channel Conversation between me and unnamed friend as we dive Into the vastness of the universe. "We're not alone," I started, looking above. "We are just a grain of sand." "But where is everybody?" Pondered he, puffing smoke in the stillness of pitch darkness. I nodded, "maybe because Advanced civilizations sought to isolate themselves." White noise swallowed the broadcast I am here again sitting in the cobweb-covered shop Blur faces from the window Cars intersect, then part ways My body yearns for repose They say sleep rest our psyche But I know my wire so well Sleep does not rest my psyche My frequency pilgrimage Across the land, sea to sea I can hear the radio Constantly, halted to flee An unfamiliar station entered the box of audio At full volume, I'm all ears.

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