Vastoof - Hello Poetry

Then the end credits play, to the tune of mayonnaise. He sees his high-scores, his achievements, his count of lays, his count of eaten tangerins, his time spent loving, his time wasted. His family and friends his friends and family, wave bye to him, they all cry. He sees their ending as well. And all their off-springs too. He sees himself remembered for the last time. He sees the end of the world. And the end of everything. And all his questions answered. And ALL YOUR MYSTERIES SOLVED. AND EVERY HELP YOU'VE GOTTEN FROM YOUR FRIENDS. AND EVERY TIME YOU'VE HELPED BACK. AND EVERY HUG GIVEN IN WELCOME. AND EVERY DOG AND CAT AND ANIMAL LOVED! AND EVERY GREAT MELODY EVER MADE.

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Jul 7, 2025

Jul 7, 2025 at 5:55 PM UTC

A life lived.

Then the end credits play, to the tune of mayonnaise. He sees his high-scores, his achievements, his count of lays, his count of eaten tangerins, his time spent loving, his time wasted. His family and friends his friends and family, wave bye to him, they all cry. He sees their ending as well. And all their off-springs too. He sees himself remembered for the last time. He sees the end of the world. And the end of everything. And all his questions answered. And ALL YOUR MYSTERIES SOLVED. AND EVERY HELP YOU'VE GOTTEN FROM YOUR FRIENDS. AND EVERY TIME YOU'VE HELPED BACK. AND EVERY HUG GIVEN IN WELCOME. AND EVERY DOG AND CAT AND ANIMAL LOVED! AND EVERY GREAT MELODY EVER MADE.

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But this just isn't sure enough for me to give my life for.

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Jun 16, 2025

Jun 16, 2025 at 5:48 PM UTC

Bikes, Faith and Mars

But this just isn't sure enough for me to give my life for.

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The rainbow bricks are fading. The mask isn't there anymore. Now the gray is illuminated, but too vile to explore.

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Oct 24, 2019

Oct 24, 2019 at 6:03 PM UTC

Before things got better, they got worse

The rainbow bricks are fading. The mask isn't there anymore. Now the gray is illuminated, but too vile to explore.

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I've run out of time and rhymes. I don't have any other feelings left to convey. Your mind is still unmoved, and I've got nothing more left to say.

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May 24, 2019

May 24, 2019 at 10:07 AM UTC

Island

I've run out of time and rhymes. I don't have any other feelings left to convey. Your mind is still unmoved, and I've got nothing more left to say.

4

So unimportant and weak is my afterglow, that people leave me in their yesterday. I'm no influence in this world of no-matters, but here I will linger anyway.

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Apr 28, 2019

Apr 28, 2019 at 10:53 AM UTC

Less

So unimportant and weak is my afterglow, that people leave me in their yesterday. I'm no influence in this world of no-matters, but here I will linger anyway.

4

The raindrops vanish before they hit the ground. They're beautiful but without a tune. And how can the earth live if it isn't drowned, by the renewing flood of the monsoon.

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Apr 27, 2019

Apr 27, 2019 at 12:45 PM UTC

More

The raindrops vanish before they hit the ground. They're beautiful but without a tune. And how can the earth live if it isn't drowned, by the renewing flood of the monsoon.

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A journal as his shrink, he confronts his fears with digital ink.

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Apr 26, 2019

Apr 26, 2019 at 6:04 PM UTC

2014