VonWinters - Hello Poetry

The clock reads 12:12 am, and I'm tormented by thoughts that leave me embarrassed, taking my peaceful mind as its quarter portioned rate. My body is heavy, as is my mind. Burdened by lack of words, I walk the line. To find meaning in what I cannot say, And express my thoughts and feelings that plague me, day after day. Poetry was my outlet, a bastion of peace. It would allow me to express thoughts I couldn't, But now those beautiful words are in retreat. I struggle so hard to pluck at the cords that play with my mind and when nothing is yielded, I press restart I search every memory, I utterly tear them apart. I fear I have lost my passion, I fear I have lost my art. I've not written in days Perhaps… I have simply lost heart?

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Jan 29

Jan 29, 2026 at 3:06 AM UTC

Memories & Embarrassment

The clock reads 12:12 am, and I'm tormented by thoughts that leave me embarrassed, taking my peaceful mind as its quarter portioned rate. My body is heavy, as is my mind. Burdened by lack of words, I walk the line. To find meaning in what I cannot say, And express my thoughts and feelings that plague me, day after day. Poetry was my outlet, a bastion of peace. It would allow me to express thoughts I couldn't, But now those beautiful words are in retreat. I struggle so hard to pluck at the cords that play with my mind and when nothing is yielded, I press restart I search every memory, I utterly tear them apart. I fear I have lost my passion, I fear I have lost my art. I've not written in days Perhaps… I have simply lost heart?

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So many people spend their lives in the past, I myself am the guiltiest of all in that regard. I live there rent free, Day in, day out. I sleep in ex lovers beds, and wake up in childhood bed rooms. I break my foot every winter, And I have that debate that summer I decided to take those pills on July 1st, on an insignificant Tuesday in March. I live there rent free, A man of the past and future, Rarely of the present. Echoes of hearing “Don't say that to someone who already has a tree picked out” As they refer to me. So much time lost, Living in times already gone. And for the first time, I'm ready to move on. Time to stop living in memories. Though I'll remember it sweetly, As I make the here and now, my home.

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Jan 1

Jan 1, 2026 at 11:54 AM UTC

Here and Now

So many people spend their lives in the past, I myself am the guiltiest of all in that regard. I live there rent free, Day in, day out. I sleep in ex lovers beds, and wake up in childhood bed rooms. I break my foot every winter, And I have that debate that summer I decided to take those pills on July 1st, on an insignificant Tuesday in March. I live there rent free, A man of the past and future, Rarely of the present. Echoes of hearing “Don't say that to someone who already has a tree picked out” As they refer to me. So much time lost, Living in times already gone. And for the first time, I'm ready to move on. Time to stop living in memories. Though I'll remember it sweetly, As I make the here and now, my home.

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I have lived my life, With one simple rule. Do not ask questions that you don't want the answers to. It seems common sense, But sense is no longer common . So understand this more than anything, If I have asked you a question, Know for a fact, that I truly want the answer.

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Dec 28, 2025

Dec 28, 2025 at 2:27 PM UTC

A Simple Rule

I have lived my life, With one simple rule. Do not ask questions that you don't want the answers to. It seems common sense, But sense is no longer common . So understand this more than anything, If I have asked you a question, Know for a fact, that I truly want the answer.

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Artists & modern day philosophers, Playing at being philanthropists by finding new meanings to words, That have been said by people more academic or poetic. Are they merely taking credit for someone more romantic, Or perhaps more damaged? Or have they too struggled to find the right combinations of words to discuss meanings and musings? Plagiarism or lethologica? Did they find another way to the same answers, Like a sort of mathematical rumination, Where they used the wrong method to get the right answer. Perhaps, how it had been said was just the right answer, To a completely different question.

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Dec 27, 2025

Dec 27, 2025 at 12:56 AM UTC

Artists & modern day philosophers, Playing at being philanthropists by finding new meanings to words, That have been said by people more academic or poetic. Are they merely taking credit for someone more romantic, Or perhaps more damaged? Or have they too struggled to find the right combinations of words to discuss meanings and musings? Plagiarism or lethologica? Did they find another way to the same answers, Like a sort of mathematical rumination, Where they used the wrong method to get the right answer. Perhaps, how it had been said was just the right answer, To a completely different question.

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I once heard that family is like a jigsaw puzzle, Each member, a piece to make it whole. Yet I'm constantly reminded, That my piece doesn't fit very well, And I'm just one piece going missing, From being unable to fit in at all. I wonder, if there's puzzle out there, One that would want me. One that lets me fit in, Perfectly aligned, and welcomed. My edges might be too frayed for that, My picture too dark, and worn. Mayhaps the only puzzle I belong too, Is the one comprised of all the other lonely pieces?

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Dec 26, 2025

Dec 26, 2025 at 1:21 PM UTC

Family Jigsaw Puzzle

I once heard that family is like a jigsaw puzzle, Each member, a piece to make it whole. Yet I'm constantly reminded, That my piece doesn't fit very well, And I'm just one piece going missing, From being unable to fit in at all. I wonder, if there's puzzle out there, One that would want me. One that lets me fit in, Perfectly aligned, and welcomed. My edges might be too frayed for that, My picture too dark, and worn. Mayhaps the only puzzle I belong too, Is the one comprised of all the other lonely pieces?

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That growing silence you hear as you leave the hustle and bustle, Of a party or other social gathering. Attacked by noise that leaves quiet to be desired, To parley with nothing but empty sound, That rush I feel as the world around goes mute. I would bottle that feeling up and get high of it every night if I could, As if it was something like the purest of heroins.

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Dec 24, 2025

Dec 24, 2025 at 12:14 PM UTC

A Quiet Rush

That growing silence you hear as you leave the hustle and bustle, Of a party or other social gathering. Attacked by noise that leaves quiet to be desired, To parley with nothing but empty sound, That rush I feel as the world around goes mute. I would bottle that feeling up and get high of it every night if I could, As if it was something like the purest of heroins.

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The worst part about it, is how it just appears. You swear it hasn't hit, it's only November. That's too early. But then, that one thing happens. And that's when you feel it. It's already there, embracing you like a hug from behind. Oddly comfortable, and empty in an instant. A loving warmth that quickly fades. Then the range from indifference to sadness, sway, and mixes. It's already here, you belong to it for now.

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Dec 7, 2025

Dec 7, 2025 at 1:06 PM UTC

Seasonal Depression

The worst part about it, is how it just appears. You swear it hasn't hit, it's only November. That's too early. But then, that one thing happens. And that's when you feel it. It's already there, embracing you like a hug from behind. Oddly comfortable, and empty in an instant. A loving warmth that quickly fades. Then the range from indifference to sadness, sway, and mixes. It's already here, you belong to it for now.

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It never feels like it’s enough, the march of time, the ticking of my heart’s clock. It feels like time is against me, like I’ve wasted what time I’ve spent. Girlfriends, I’ve had a few. I found a woman I could be happy with once or twice, but one moved away. The other had never given us a chance. I’ve wasted my education, having fun instead of trying hard - All because school was easy. I spent my college days in drunk stupors lying to friends about where I had been, and waking up in strangers beds. Lies upon lies, growing up too late. Now here I am. Sad, and alone. Living at home, no prospects of my own. Little overweight, high every night and every day. All to have some feeling of pleasure. - Of happiness. Writing poetry **** something I ******* detest. But god **** it, what I wouldn’t give to find love and be held by a woman’s warmth.

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Nov 27, 2025

Nov 27, 2025 at 10:46 AM UTC

A Woman's Warmth

It never feels like it’s enough, the march of time, the ticking of my heart’s clock. It feels like time is against me, like I’ve wasted what time I’ve spent. Girlfriends, I’ve had a few. I found a woman I could be happy with once or twice, but one moved away. The other had never given us a chance. I’ve wasted my education, having fun instead of trying hard - All because school was easy. I spent my college days in drunk stupors lying to friends about where I had been, and waking up in strangers beds. Lies upon lies, growing up too late. Now here I am. Sad, and alone. Living at home, no prospects of my own. Little overweight, high every night and every day. All to have some feeling of pleasure. - Of happiness. Writing poetry **** something I ******* detest. But god **** it, what I wouldn’t give to find love and be held by a woman’s warmth.

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1.) Death comes for us all eventually. 2.) Having what is commonly referred too as "Humanity" is what truly sets us apart from the animals. 3.) All people deserve a bare minimum level of respect that is granted to them by virtue of being human themselves. Nothing more, nothing less until their actions prove wanting. 4.) Those who refuse to learn, stagnate and die. Thus is modern day evolution. 5.) Anything that invalidates the free will granted to oneself is evil, no matter what other evils may be prevented. 6.) Your life does not belong to you alone. Though you are its master, you do not have full ownership of it. 7.) Nothing should ever come before "Humanity". We are all people first. Gender, creed, ideologies, race, nationality. All of it is worthless compared to "Humanity"

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Oct 1, 2025

Oct 1, 2025 at 12:33 PM UTC

The 7 Absolute Truths in Life

1.) Death comes for us all eventually. 2.) Having what is commonly referred too as "Humanity" is what truly sets us apart from the animals. 3.) All people deserve a bare minimum level of respect that is granted to them by virtue of being human themselves. Nothing more, nothing less until their actions prove wanting. 4.) Those who refuse to learn, stagnate and die. Thus is modern day evolution. 5.) Anything that invalidates the free will granted to oneself is evil, no matter what other evils may be prevented. 6.) Your life does not belong to you alone. Though you are its master, you do not have full ownership of it. 7.) Nothing should ever come before "Humanity". We are all people first. Gender, creed, ideologies, race, nationality. All of it is worthless compared to "Humanity"

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It’s hot as Hell, this summer day, as I sit in the back of an open trunk, on the side of the road, waiting for a familiar face to remove a flat. I listen to the birds as they chirp, and do my best to tune out the screams of cicadas - I get it you stupid bug, it hot, just go extinct already. I hold my breathe as each car goes by, and breath in deeply to capture the fleeting rush of cold breeze, filling my lungs as it washes over me. It’s days like this I never miss, I can’t stand the heat, it makes me sick. But nevertheless, I found that this horrid heat, brings a certain mind quieting bliss.

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Sep 29, 2025

Sep 29, 2025 at 11:31 AM UTC

A Flat Outside Ottawa

It’s hot as Hell, this summer day, as I sit in the back of an open trunk, on the side of the road, waiting for a familiar face to remove a flat. I listen to the birds as they chirp, and do my best to tune out the screams of cicadas - I get it you stupid bug, it hot, just go extinct already. I hold my breathe as each car goes by, and breath in deeply to capture the fleeting rush of cold breeze, filling my lungs as it washes over me. It’s days like this I never miss, I can’t stand the heat, it makes me sick. But nevertheless, I found that this horrid heat, brings a certain mind quieting bliss.

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