just-a-little-bird - Hello Poetry

After many years,something else- a strange Thing-appeared in the darkness. The Thing was round,and brown, and red. Something reached out and held it, but it slowly turned to nothing but dust and ashes, and Something and Other became bored. However,eventually a new ball-that was what the two had decided to call the Thing-, identical to what the first was originally like, appeared. Other held it, and the ball lasted longer, but it soon became completely brown, and then turned grey and dusty. After several thousand years,yet another appeared. Other and Something took turns holding the new ball, and the brown turned to green, and the red turned to blue.

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Jun 3, 2021

Jun 3, 2021 at 11:15 AM UTC

a little myth 3

After many years,something else- a strange Thing-appeared in the darkness. The Thing was round,and brown, and red. Something reached out and held it, but it slowly turned to nothing but dust and ashes, and Something and Other became bored. However,eventually a new ball-that was what the two had decided to call the Thing-, identical to what the first was originally like, appeared. Other held it, and the ball lasted longer, but it soon became completely brown, and then turned grey and dusty. After several thousand years,yet another appeared. Other and Something took turns holding the new ball, and the brown turned to green, and the red turned to blue.

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One thousand years passed, and Something wondered if It was alone. Finally,They received a response. Yes.I am Here.A thought, carried by Nothing to Something. Something did not reply,Who are you?,Because the concept of Who had not been created.Instead, Something walked across the Nothing and found an Other being. And for a time, the two were happy.

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Mar 29, 2021

Mar 29, 2021 at 7:10 PM UTC

a little myth 2

One thousand years passed, and Something wondered if It was alone. Finally,They received a response. Yes.I am Here.A thought, carried by Nothing to Something. Something did not reply,Who are you?,Because the concept of Who had not been created.Instead, Something walked across the Nothing and found an Other being. And for a time, the two were happy.

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In the beginning there were two-the dark Other, and the shining Something,separated by endless Nothing. The only things were the light and the darkness. For five thousand years, both were content, sitting by themselves and never moving. Finally, Something thought. Is there anyone else out there? Would be the best translation, although language had not yet been created, and so it was more like some eldritch,incomprehensible form of binary.

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Mar 27, 2021

Mar 27, 2021 at 9:22 PM UTC

A little myth Pt.1

In the beginning there were two-the dark Other, and the shining Something,separated by endless Nothing. The only things were the light and the darkness. For five thousand years, both were content, sitting by themselves and never moving. Finally, Something thought. Is there anyone else out there? Would be the best translation, although language had not yet been created, and so it was more like some eldritch,incomprehensible form of binary.

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I’m just sitting here staring at the photograph and I can't stop grinning. It’s me and you and Vince out in the woods. Vince’s making bunny ears at us and you’re laughing at some stupid joke I told you and I’m leaning over to touch Vince’s back to try and ***** him. I took the photo out of the bag half an hour ago. It’s four in the morning. I don’t care. I’m gonna keep looking at this little piece of frozen heaven before I fall asleep.

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Mar 24, 2021

Mar 24, 2021 at 12:30 PM UTC

Excerpt from a story i am actually writing

I’m just sitting here staring at the photograph and I can't stop grinning. It’s me and you and Vince out in the woods. Vince’s making bunny ears at us and you’re laughing at some stupid joke I told you and I’m leaning over to touch Vince’s back to try and ***** him. I took the photo out of the bag half an hour ago. It’s four in the morning. I don’t care. I’m gonna keep looking at this little piece of frozen heaven before I fall asleep.

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Do you remember When we were birds We preened We sang sweet songs of our love for each other But then the song Became just squawks And preening became another task, and then How it became pluck the others feathers out How it became see how long we could go without wincing in pain A contest of which could be more miserable Who could hate the other more without showing it And when we had no more feathers left to pluck each of us having finally bested the other- We flew Like Icarus, in spiteful triumph- We fell -Turning rapidly into horror- (What had we done How could we have ever enjoyed this) -And finally, we drowned.

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Mar 16, 2021

Mar 16, 2021 at 9:21 PM UTC

When we were birds

Do you remember When we were birds We preened We sang sweet songs of our love for each other But then the song Became just squawks And preening became another task, and then How it became pluck the others feathers out How it became see how long we could go without wincing in pain A contest of which could be more miserable Who could hate the other more without showing it And when we had no more feathers left to pluck each of us having finally bested the other- We flew Like Icarus, in spiteful triumph- We fell -Turning rapidly into horror- (What had we done How could we have ever enjoyed this) -And finally, we drowned.

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No. I refuse to let the darkness and futility break me. I am going to be kind, even though it doesn’t seem to do anything. I am going to be happy, even though I have no reason to. Hope is spitting in the face of the world and saying I am not going to let you break me and grinning at it through your bleeding face viciously spitefully victoriously alive. Do not say I am kind because of my sorrows, for that is false. Do not say I am kind because I am weak, for that is the polar opposite of correct. I am kind because I choose to be, and I am smart enough and strong enough to know that just because I may have an excuse to be cruel does not mean I am allowed to be.

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Mar 7, 2021

Mar 7, 2021 at 2:19 PM UTC

Hope

No. I refuse to let the darkness and futility break me. I am going to be kind, even though it doesn’t seem to do anything. I am going to be happy, even though I have no reason to. Hope is spitting in the face of the world and saying I am not going to let you break me and grinning at it through your bleeding face viciously spitefully victoriously alive. Do not say I am kind because of my sorrows, for that is false. Do not say I am kind because I am weak, for that is the polar opposite of correct. I am kind because I choose to be, and I am smart enough and strong enough to know that just because I may have an excuse to be cruel does not mean I am allowed to be.

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I’m in the never-was and could not be, I’m in a daydream, And i’d like to leave reality Behind Just for a moment So kiss me and hug me and tell me you love me And we’ll pretend we care about each other And we aren’t just in this because we want to hurt ourselves, That we aren’t just in this because we want someone else to confirm that no one else cares about us. Let’s just pretend a moment more, okay?

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Feb 13, 2021

Feb 13, 2021 at 11:14 PM UTC

let's pretend

I’m in the never-was and could not be, I’m in a daydream, And i’d like to leave reality Behind Just for a moment So kiss me and hug me and tell me you love me And we’ll pretend we care about each other And we aren’t just in this because we want to hurt ourselves, That we aren’t just in this because we want someone else to confirm that no one else cares about us. Let’s just pretend a moment more, okay?

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I am homesick for a time and place where you said you loved me and you meant it. I am homesick for a place where i am happy. I am homesick for a time that never did exist, and I have become more storybook and pseudo- nostalgia than human being.

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Feb 13, 2021

Feb 13, 2021 at 11:08 PM UTC

I am homesick

I am homesick for a time and place where you said you loved me and you meant it. I am homesick for a place where i am happy. I am homesick for a time that never did exist, and I have become more storybook and pseudo- nostalgia than human being.

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You will survive this. You might be in a bad place right now. It might feel like the feeling will never go away, like its too overwhelming to imagine ever leaving. But this too will pass. you can survive this. Someday, maybe years from now, maybe months maybe weeks maybe even days from now, You will look back and think to yourself: Hey. I'm still alive. and you will be happy about that. Even if the pain doesn't stop, it will eventually ease, and you will be happy. The difference between how far you've come and surviving this is just one more step. And one more step and another until you look back to where you stand right now and wave, because there is a world where you have already survived this. Although it seems now like walking across the ocean, On the other shore of this calamity, You are waving to yourself, saying Hey You're still alive You got this.

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Jan 21, 2021

Jan 21, 2021 at 9:44 PM UTC

You are going to survive this

You will survive this. You might be in a bad place right now. It might feel like the feeling will never go away, like its too overwhelming to imagine ever leaving. But this too will pass. you can survive this. Someday, maybe years from now, maybe months maybe weeks maybe even days from now, You will look back and think to yourself: Hey. I'm still alive. and you will be happy about that. Even if the pain doesn't stop, it will eventually ease, and you will be happy. The difference between how far you've come and surviving this is just one more step. And one more step and another until you look back to where you stand right now and wave, because there is a world where you have already survived this. Although it seems now like walking across the ocean, On the other shore of this calamity, You are waving to yourself, saying Hey You're still alive You got this.

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I don’t sleep anymore. I lie in bed and my mind immediately drifts to the news. People killing each other for no reason. Fires being started. Virus deaths climbing ever higher. And who wants to think about that? So i’m not sleeping anymore. Instead i’m frantically googling- How to survive a civil war. How to survive a nuclear bomb. How to survive a shooting. How to survive living in a time where I constantly have to think about surviving.

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Jan 19, 2021

Jan 19, 2021 at 7:33 PM UTC

How to survive

I don’t sleep anymore. I lie in bed and my mind immediately drifts to the news. People killing each other for no reason. Fires being started. Virus deaths climbing ever higher. And who wants to think about that? So i’m not sleeping anymore. Instead i’m frantically googling- How to survive a civil war. How to survive a nuclear bomb. How to survive a shooting. How to survive living in a time where I constantly have to think about surviving.

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