#finishing - Hello Poetry

If freshman year was aspirational and sophomore year was unhinged junior year was put up or shut up and senior year is a dash to the finish line This year’s on fast forward—and it’s for keeps every to-do list has value-laden questions things seem sharp edged, single use and intense it’s all about trajectories and ‘landing spots” Let’s wax poetic.. *Produce now, or spend fury on thyself—all else is untenable we’re past youth and ignorance—your honour’s at stake Suitors call you by name, like well-acquainted friends they took your measure—you’re beyond the mark of others they ****** with money—the future brings liberty and noble deeds. So don the the garland and prove thyself—take the field join the battle—now’s the reward—aidless, perpetual toil with every motion be right, it’s thy shunless destiny.* . . A song for this: A Man of Great Promise by The Style Council Headstart For Happiness by The Style Council

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Jan 11, 2025

Jan 11, 2025 at 6:59 AM UTC

anaisvionet

class of ‘25

If freshman year was aspirational and sophomore year was unhinged junior year was put up or shut up and senior year is a dash to the finish line This year’s on fast forward—and it’s for keeps every to-do list has value-laden questions things seem sharp edged, single use and intense it’s all about trajectories and ‘landing spots” Let’s wax poetic.. *Produce now, or spend fury on thyself—all else is untenable we’re past youth and ignorance—your honour’s at stake Suitors call you by name, like well-acquainted friends they took your measure—you’re beyond the mark of others they ****** with money—the future brings liberty and noble deeds. So don the the garland and prove thyself—take the field join the battle—now’s the reward—aidless, perpetual toil with every motion be right, it’s thy shunless destiny.* . . A song for this: A Man of Great Promise by The Style Council Headstart For Happiness by The Style Council

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Tolstoy, read as mere words, no intonation, mere elements of presence, sensation-ibility. As the wares we learn to form from raw mater-iality, whenever ifity, brings a bubble. We, in these times, we all have laughed as and with, children, in our own times, seeing bubbles form, and laughing at the rainbowing, spectral show, this is the basic form, watch it pop. As spheres and bubbles differ, so do ideal expressions attempted, as it seems we be drawn to spend a minute or two per use, as each thinks each word, and wonders if use, were not power, what power must be? Knowing not, we dare guess, as when an old gentleman, teaches a child, the truth about right and wrong, first guess, right, aha, sweet… but, what's wrong, no candy here, so my reward for seeking must be knowing this is it, finish the thousand and say, nothing that feels like answered prayer, costs more than your time to listen to lessons learned in Russian winters. So there.

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May 22, 2023

May 22, 2023 at 3:10 PM UTC

kenpepiton

What men live on

Tolstoy, read as mere words, no intonation, mere elements of presence, sensation-ibility. As the wares we learn to form from raw mater-iality, whenever ifity, brings a bubble. We, in these times, we all have laughed as and with, children, in our own times, seeing bubbles form, and laughing at the rainbowing, spectral show, this is the basic form, watch it pop. As spheres and bubbles differ, so do ideal expressions attempted, as it seems we be drawn to spend a minute or two per use, as each thinks each word, and wonders if use, were not power, what power must be? Knowing not, we dare guess, as when an old gentleman, teaches a child, the truth about right and wrong, first guess, right, aha, sweet… but, what's wrong, no candy here, so my reward for seeking must be knowing this is it, finish the thousand and say, nothing that feels like answered prayer, costs more than your time to listen to lessons learned in Russian winters. So there.

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Hello darkness, my old friend I hoped you’d never come again But here you are destroying me once again Killing my soul, giving me pain. Hey darkness, my dear friend I know you always wanted me dead Making me suffer, choking my throat You make me cry like no one else So now i give up to you and everyone I only want rest The eternal rest Which will give me peace.

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Mar 8, 2020

Mar 8, 2020 at 5:30 AM UTC

SheWritesForYou

Set me free

Hello darkness, my old friend I hoped you’d never come again But here you are destroying me once again Killing my soul, giving me pain. Hey darkness, my dear friend I know you always wanted me dead Making me suffer, choking my throat You make me cry like no one else So now i give up to you and everyone I only want rest The eternal rest Which will give me peace.

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A*ll the five hundred drafts and counting I am so bad at finishing Each line lyric rhyme Hoping for a masterpiece Or a mirror to my mind Nothing is certain till it ends And it twists all the thought. A surprise for few lines An emotion to hide Many people to confide Some memories to write A few to ignite Each word to choose and another to bind. Inert satisfaction a final completion First to last transition Inking blues And curves in precision An unknown outcome Likesome to troublesome to be posted on a wall*.

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May 28, 2019

May 28, 2019 at 11:07 AM UTC

nylee

Wall

A*ll the five hundred drafts and counting I am so bad at finishing Each line lyric rhyme Hoping for a masterpiece Or a mirror to my mind Nothing is certain till it ends And it twists all the thought. A surprise for few lines An emotion to hide Many people to confide Some memories to write A few to ignite Each word to choose and another to bind. Inert satisfaction a final completion First to last transition Inking blues And curves in precision An unknown outcome Likesome to troublesome to be posted on a wall*.

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At a certain point in our lives There's no more "free time" The closest thing would be periods of inactivity procrastination Or only long term deadlines remaining We may have "breaks" But even if it takes a stop ... We're still on the train of life Chugging away

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Oct 3, 2018

Oct 3, 2018 at 12:45 PM UTC

CynicalStrawberry

Busy

At a certain point in our lives There's no more "free time" The closest thing would be periods of inactivity procrastination Or only long term deadlines remaining We may have "breaks" But even if it takes a stop ... We're still on the train of life Chugging away

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I mean I started it and the end is in sight it just seems like such waste of time all for a period to start anew

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Sep 23, 2018

Sep 23, 2018 at 8:28 PM UTC