Ttt - Hello Poetry

Naturally, two seeds were planted in a small plot of land One was nuzzled and fed with sunlight and water, and it flourished The other, misshapen, fading where light was withheld, learned to endure Gently it reached for the sun— only to find shade enforced by growing branches It sought water in the deep— only to be confined by roots already claimed Still, it persisted. With rising strength it split what held it back With stubborn roots it pushed into what kept it down Branches break, no longer held by home Leaves wither through a silence like war Is this nature? Is this right? I wonder

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May 22

May 22, 2026 at 4:43 AM UTC

The revolution

Naturally, two seeds were planted in a small plot of land One was nuzzled and fed with sunlight and water, and it flourished The other, misshapen, fading where light was withheld, learned to endure Gently it reached for the sun— only to find shade enforced by growing branches It sought water in the deep— only to be confined by roots already claimed Still, it persisted. With rising strength it split what held it back With stubborn roots it pushed into what kept it down Branches break, no longer held by home Leaves wither through a silence like war Is this nature? Is this right? I wonder

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Every book tells a story Hard cover, modern art Big publisher, famous author Catchy title, intriguing story That’s why it was on the shelf Every book tells a story The cover does not shout It rests quietly in the corner of the shelf No gilded letters, no loud promise Only ink gently pressed into paper as if someone wrote it just to be heard, not seen Two books tell two different stories not by the paper they share, nor by hand or print but by something quieter than design I wonder if the honesty of ink is ever what the world reaches for

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May 22

May 22, 2026 at 1:33 AM UTC

Every book tells a story

Every book tells a story Hard cover, modern art Big publisher, famous author Catchy title, intriguing story That’s why it was on the shelf Every book tells a story The cover does not shout It rests quietly in the corner of the shelf No gilded letters, no loud promise Only ink gently pressed into paper as if someone wrote it just to be heard, not seen Two books tell two different stories not by the paper they share, nor by hand or print but by something quieter than design I wonder if the honesty of ink is ever what the world reaches for

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I cannot stop hearing guns in my head. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! I cannot stop feeling like I am dead. Clang! Clank! Clang! Clank! Not a single word that you said, put a word in my brain. Tuck the heart, cuz I'm in. Not a word that you said. Bang. Ang. .

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Apr 6

Apr 6, 2026 at 5:09 PM UTC

What the Dead Hear

I cannot stop hearing guns in my head. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! I cannot stop feeling like I am dead. Clang! Clank! Clang! Clank! Not a single word that you said, put a word in my brain. Tuck the heart, cuz I'm in. Not a word that you said. Bang. Ang. .

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Death is logical. Death does not feel, it takes. It sees the cow as a creature of the grassland — nothing more. It sees no dream in that poor cow’s eyes. Sparkling eyes fixed on the moonlight. Should it die, reside inside the grassland. Should it fight, fly itself to the moon. Should it stop its feeling?

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Apr 6

Apr 6, 2026 at 5:03 PM UTC

What does Death see

Death is logical. Death does not feel, it takes. It sees the cow as a creature of the grassland — nothing more. It sees no dream in that poor cow’s eyes. Sparkling eyes fixed on the moonlight. Should it die, reside inside the grassland. Should it fight, fly itself to the moon. Should it stop its feeling?

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Does Bird long to dive into the ocean's depth? Does Fish dream of wandering the land? Does Tree yearn for a bond with the Bird? Does Night feel guilt when it steals the Day away? Tell me—do you feel this sorrow, Or am I alone in carrying it? Bird will never see the Atlantic. Fish will never touch the endless sky. Tree cannot see eye to eye with Bird. Night will always kick Day away. Logically, it make sense But it don’t make me.

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Apr 1

Apr 1, 2026 at 1:07 AM UTC

Stop the Feeling

Does Bird long to dive into the ocean's depth? Does Fish dream of wandering the land? Does Tree yearn for a bond with the Bird? Does Night feel guilt when it steals the Day away? Tell me—do you feel this sorrow, Or am I alone in carrying it? Bird will never see the Atlantic. Fish will never touch the endless sky. Tree cannot see eye to eye with Bird. Night will always kick Day away. Logically, it make sense But it don’t make me.

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Today is not normal. I cannot hear the clock annoyingly ticking— it stopped at 11:59. So I put on my black-and-white socks and wander out to buy a battery. The trees seem quiet, the winter probably took away their beloved leaves. The sky seems quite sad, or maybe the city lights just overwhelm me. I arrive at the convenience store, but there is no cashier to ask. The silence is killing me, so I hurry and look for a battery pack. But nothing can be found. Nothing can ever be found in this place. So I go home living another day with this clock.

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Mar 31

Mar 31, 2026 at 12:49 PM UTC

Broken clock

Today is not normal. I cannot hear the clock annoyingly ticking— it stopped at 11:59. So I put on my black-and-white socks and wander out to buy a battery. The trees seem quiet, the winter probably took away their beloved leaves. The sky seems quite sad, or maybe the city lights just overwhelm me. I arrive at the convenience store, but there is no cashier to ask. The silence is killing me, so I hurry and look for a battery pack. But nothing can be found. Nothing can ever be found in this place. So I go home living another day with this clock.

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"Can you show me the way to the bank?" "But aren't we already at the bank?" "How can you prove it? To be frank?" "That should be my question for you, Frank!" "I can prove it to you, right now! I can predict the next thing you’ll say, somehow!" "That should be ..." "Impossible! You can't predict me! Right?" "How can you ..." "Predict that out of the blue! Right?" "Then, can you predict the number in my mind?" "Is it the number forty-nine!" "Nope! You're wrong!" "Oh! I guess we're not in a poem then!"

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Nov 16, 2025

Nov 16, 2025 at 4:51 PM UTC

Are we? Or are we not in a poem?

"Can you show me the way to the bank?" "But aren't we already at the bank?" "How can you prove it? To be frank?" "That should be my question for you, Frank!" "I can prove it to you, right now! I can predict the next thing you’ll say, somehow!" "That should be ..." "Impossible! You can't predict me! Right?" "How can you ..." "Predict that out of the blue! Right?" "Then, can you predict the number in my mind?" "Is it the number forty-nine!" "Nope! You're wrong!" "Oh! I guess we're not in a poem then!"

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I teach myself magic To become a god To do impossible things To understand what make us human. But I don't understand any of them! This? That? Which? What? How? When? Where? Why? Huh? Yeah… I don't understand any of them!

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Nov 16, 2025

Nov 16, 2025 at 2:35 PM UTC

I don't understand any of them!

I teach myself magic To become a god To do impossible things To understand what make us human. But I don't understand any of them! This? That? Which? What? How? When? Where? Why? Huh? Yeah… I don't understand any of them!

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There was this 3D printer The fastest in the house To other printers, it was faster The owners’ favourite in the house There was this 3D printer It went to a printing competition It placed second, but felt like a loser Improving it self, it started it’s mission There was this 3D printer The printer demanded an upgrade To be faster than the others And the owners were always happy to pay The 3D printer keeps competing It goes to nationals to win Far away from its owner And it just keeps going Keeps going, Until it explodes. Unknown at the time to the printer, It still forever is the owners' favourite printer.

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Nov 16, 2025

Nov 16, 2025 at 11:12 AM UTC

There was this 3D printer

There was this 3D printer The fastest in the house To other printers, it was faster The owners’ favourite in the house There was this 3D printer It went to a printing competition It placed second, but felt like a loser Improving it self, it started it’s mission There was this 3D printer The printer demanded an upgrade To be faster than the others And the owners were always happy to pay The 3D printer keeps competing It goes to nationals to win Far away from its owner And it just keeps going Keeps going, Until it explodes. Unknown at the time to the printer, It still forever is the owners' favourite printer.

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