philosofi - Hello Poetry

patterns and prints published on paper proposing a picture the world will see later impressions are simply mind magazines a careful construction of concepts and routines self-portrayal, to depict or to deceive what kind of attention do we wish to receive? are we sweet? are we stoic? are we relentlessly rouge to fake a façade, or to stay very true imprints of others are left upon me some will last, but few will fade inevitably so as i leave my mark, let the record show that all i craved was a piece of me to grow grow on you, with you linger in your mind like an image you cannot erase like a moment you rewind so patterns and prints, you get the gist now i hope you see mine not as a face in the crowd but the loudest, on the top of your list

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Jul 13, 2025

Jul 13, 2025 at 3:09 AM UTC

Impression

patterns and prints published on paper proposing a picture the world will see later impressions are simply mind magazines a careful construction of concepts and routines self-portrayal, to depict or to deceive what kind of attention do we wish to receive? are we sweet? are we stoic? are we relentlessly rouge to fake a façade, or to stay very true imprints of others are left upon me some will last, but few will fade inevitably so as i leave my mark, let the record show that all i craved was a piece of me to grow grow on you, with you linger in your mind like an image you cannot erase like a moment you rewind so patterns and prints, you get the gist now i hope you see mine not as a face in the crowd but the loudest, on the top of your list

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Metronome, take me home When the notes get too close together Show me who I truly am Under all the lace and leather Metronome, where am I? The chorus or the verse I swear the song was just beginning Why is it a curse Metronome, whose hand is this Guiding me astray Can we count from four again? Im scared I'll lose my way Metronome, take me home I don't know where that is But the voices say it's where they go When they wish to feel at bliss

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Jun 4, 2025

Jun 4, 2025 at 12:47 PM UTC

Metronome

Metronome, take me home When the notes get too close together Show me who I truly am Under all the lace and leather Metronome, where am I? The chorus or the verse I swear the song was just beginning Why is it a curse Metronome, whose hand is this Guiding me astray Can we count from four again? Im scared I'll lose my way Metronome, take me home I don't know where that is But the voices say it's where they go When they wish to feel at bliss

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I hope it’s me you think about When you see cherry-red SG’s Because it is without a doubt You I hear at the ivories Pining over pine trees I didn’t grow Reaching for something I never held Stranded on a boat I didn’t row Longing for places I’ve never dwelled I try not to abandon reality But there are dreams I want to see I think about how sweet would it be If you pined over me Since you can pierce through sonic art I'd ask you if 'B' now plays its part No more tracing the frets from the start Just riffs that echo my yearning heart My heart aches for a knowing glance to see The intricate patterns my melodies conceal Thoughts that would pour out effortlessly When a true fondness is what we both can feel I seem to be walking on glass Fearing I will lose whatever is existing of us So I stay still and hope the moment will pass A wrong move could turn this fondness into dust I’ll settle for glances and greetings so brief At gatherings, my heart finds a small relief I think of you when I see gleaming ivories So I hope I can haunt you through cherry-red SG’s

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May 28, 2025

May 28, 2025 at 12:19 PM UTC

Cherry-red SG's

I hope it’s me you think about When you see cherry-red SG’s Because it is without a doubt You I hear at the ivories Pining over pine trees I didn’t grow Reaching for something I never held Stranded on a boat I didn’t row Longing for places I’ve never dwelled I try not to abandon reality But there are dreams I want to see I think about how sweet would it be If you pined over me Since you can pierce through sonic art I'd ask you if 'B' now plays its part No more tracing the frets from the start Just riffs that echo my yearning heart My heart aches for a knowing glance to see The intricate patterns my melodies conceal Thoughts that would pour out effortlessly When a true fondness is what we both can feel I seem to be walking on glass Fearing I will lose whatever is existing of us So I stay still and hope the moment will pass A wrong move could turn this fondness into dust I’ll settle for glances and greetings so brief At gatherings, my heart finds a small relief I think of you when I see gleaming ivories So I hope I can haunt you through cherry-red SG’s

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