#levi - Hello Poetry

homemade pizza pretty sunset cat and conveniently placed moon i miss you i miss you too

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Aug 10, 2025

Aug 10, 2025 at 10:29 PM UTC

thesunsetiscalling

we wrote this together (on accident)

homemade pizza pretty sunset cat and conveniently placed moon i miss you i miss you too

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I want to write I want to write you a bouquet of all the words that are most beautiful Even though they're not the ones I want to say. I'd say you looked like the glitter of moonlight bathing a forest silver. When you really reminded me of the glow of the reflection of a lava lamp on a storm-streaked Thursday afternoon school window A little bit distant and a little bit normal But still so close, So special. I can't tell if my face is hot, if my fingers are hot from you Or if it's just my PC keyboard Beginning to overheat and I'm just the same, normal me. I can't tell if my heart is beating so so so so fast from you Or if it's just the impending ringing of the school bell playing hopscotch or jump-rope with my adrenaline. When will we know who we are? What will we do when we do?

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May 19, 2025

May 19, 2025 at 1:06 PM UTC

thesunsetiscalling

you.

I want to write I want to write you a bouquet of all the words that are most beautiful Even though they're not the ones I want to say. I'd say you looked like the glitter of moonlight bathing a forest silver. When you really reminded me of the glow of the reflection of a lava lamp on a storm-streaked Thursday afternoon school window A little bit distant and a little bit normal But still so close, So special. I can't tell if my face is hot, if my fingers are hot from you Or if it's just my PC keyboard Beginning to overheat and I'm just the same, normal me. I can't tell if my heart is beating so so so so fast from you Or if it's just the impending ringing of the school bell playing hopscotch or jump-rope with my adrenaline. When will we know who we are? What will we do when we do?

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you, serendipity i didn't expect you but you're the best birthday gift i've received all year and mind you, my birthday's a long time from now. i didn't know you've waited since middle school, for this to all work out but i'm glad you did so glad you did we officially met...maybe a week ago when you confessed so then why do you make me feel like the one having the crush? so many things i won't understand but so many things i hope we'll figure out together, levi.

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Apr 22, 2025

Apr 22, 2025 at 4:15 PM UTC

thesunsetiscalling

levi

you, serendipity i didn't expect you but you're the best birthday gift i've received all year and mind you, my birthday's a long time from now. i didn't know you've waited since middle school, for this to all work out but i'm glad you did so glad you did we officially met...maybe a week ago when you confessed so then why do you make me feel like the one having the crush? so many things i won't understand but so many things i hope we'll figure out together, levi.

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lived in his heart is this ounce of pain every moment just seemed to pass behind his back victory was all in vain igniting the fire within his world of black at last, humanity's strongest appeared cradled in his palm are the tears he hid keen as the blades that all have feared ending it with his own blood to bleed reaching with no one to depend meek as he absorbed the reality as he asks himself if this is the end not yet for he is the strongest of all humanity

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Mar 8, 2021

Mar 8, 2021 at 6:37 AM UTC

jia

humanity's strongest

lived in his heart is this ounce of pain every moment just seemed to pass behind his back victory was all in vain igniting the fire within his world of black at last, humanity's strongest appeared cradled in his palm are the tears he hid keen as the blades that all have feared ending it with his own blood to bleed reaching with no one to depend meek as he absorbed the reality as he asks himself if this is the end not yet for he is the strongest of all humanity

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Buna by Primo Levi loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Mangled feet, cursed earth, the long interminable line in the gray morning as Buna smokes corpses through industrious chimneys... Another gray day like every other day awaits us. The terrible whistle shrilly announces dawn: "Rise, wretched multitudes, with your lifeless faces, welcome the monotonous hell of the mud... another day’s suffering has begun!" Weary companion, I know you well. I see your dead eyes, my disconsolate friend. In your breast you bear the burden of cold, deprivation, emptiness. Life long ago broke what remained of your courage. Colorless one, you once were a real man; a considerable woman once accompanied you. But now, my invisible companion, you lack even a name. So forsaken, you are unable to weep. So poor in spirit, you can no longer grieve. So tired, your flesh can no longer shiver with fear... My once-strong man, now spent, were we to meet again in some other world, beneath some sunnier sun, with what unfamiliar faces would we recognize each other? Buna was the largest Auschwitz sub-camp, with around 40, 000 foreigners “workers” who had been enslaved by the Nazis. Primo Levi called the Jews of Buna the “slaves of slaves” because the other slaves outranked them. Despite Buna’s immense size and four years of activity, according to Levi it never produced a kilo of its intended product: synthetic rubber. Levi described Buna as “desperately and essentially opaque and gray.” He said not a blade of grass grew within the compound because its soil had been impregnated with the “poisonous juices of coal and petroleum” so that nothing was alive but machines and slaves, with the former “more alive” than the latter. Levi also related hearing a Buna Kapo say that the only way Jews could leave Auschwitz was “through the Chimney” of the crematorium. It is possible that the companion being addressed in “Buna” is Primo Levi himself, recognizing what he had been reduced to. Keywords/Tags: Primo Levi, translation, Holocaust poem, Auschwitz, Buna, mud, chimney, smoke, crematorium, corpses, bodies, death, ****** starvation, gray, colorless, invisible, nameless, slave, slaves, slave labor, horror, hell Shema (“Listen”) by Primo Levi loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch You who live secure in your comfortable homes, who return each evening to find warm food and a hearty welcome ... Consider: is this a “man” who slogs through mud, who has never known peace, who fights for scraps of bread, who lives at another man's whim, who at his "yes" or "no" lies dead. Consider: is this a “woman” shorn bald and bereft of a name because she lacks the strength to remember, her eyes as void and her womb as frigid as a winter frog's? Consider that such horrors have indeed been! I commend these words to you. Engrave them in your hearts when you lounge in your beds and again when you rise, when you venture outside. Rehearse them to your children, or may your houses softly crumble and disease render you equally as humble so that even your offspring avert their eyes.

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Mar 15, 2020

Mar 15, 2020 at 1:56 AM UTC

michael-r-burch

Primo Levi "Buna" translation

Buna by Primo Levi loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Mangled feet, cursed earth, the long interminable line in the gray morning as Buna smokes corpses through industrious chimneys... Another gray day like every other day awaits us. The terrible whistle shrilly announces dawn: "Rise, wretched multitudes, with your lifeless faces, welcome the monotonous hell of the mud... another day’s suffering has begun!" Weary companion, I know you well. I see your dead eyes, my disconsolate friend. In your breast you bear the burden of cold, deprivation, emptiness. Life long ago broke what remained of your courage. Colorless one, you once were a real man; a considerable woman once accompanied you. But now, my invisible companion, you lack even a name. So forsaken, you are unable to weep. So poor in spirit, you can no longer grieve. So tired, your flesh can no longer shiver with fear... My once-strong man, now spent, were we to meet again in some other world, beneath some sunnier sun, with what unfamiliar faces would we recognize each other? Buna was the largest Auschwitz sub-camp, with around 40, 000 foreigners “workers” who had been enslaved by the Nazis. Primo Levi called the Jews of Buna the “slaves of slaves” because the other slaves outranked them. Despite Buna’s immense size and four years of activity, according to Levi it never produced a kilo of its intended product: synthetic rubber. Levi described Buna as “desperately and essentially opaque and gray.” He said not a blade of grass grew within the compound because its soil had been impregnated with the “poisonous juices of coal and petroleum” so that nothing was alive but machines and slaves, with the former “more alive” than the latter. Levi also related hearing a Buna Kapo say that the only way Jews could leave Auschwitz was “through the Chimney” of the crematorium. It is possible that the companion being addressed in “Buna” is Primo Levi himself, recognizing what he had been reduced to. Keywords/Tags: Primo Levi, translation, Holocaust poem, Auschwitz, Buna, mud, chimney, smoke, crematorium, corpses, bodies, death, ****** starvation, gray, colorless, invisible, nameless, slave, slaves, slave labor, horror, hell Shema (“Listen”) by Primo Levi loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch You who live secure in your comfortable homes, who return each evening to find warm food and a hearty welcome ... Consider: is this a “man” who slogs through mud, who has never known peace, who fights for scraps of bread, who lives at another man's whim, who at his "yes" or "no" lies dead. Consider: is this a “woman” shorn bald and bereft of a name because she lacks the strength to remember, her eyes as void and her womb as frigid as a winter frog's? Consider that such horrors have indeed been! I commend these words to you. Engrave them in your hearts when you lounge in your beds and again when you rise, when you venture outside. Rehearse them to your children, or may your houses softly crumble and disease render you equally as humble so that even your offspring avert their eyes.

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Why do you still talk to me, Can you not see I drew this chalk line for a reason. The treason you bring to my life, I can hear Satan sing temptations in my ear, I hear his sweet words but I want to reprimanded. Fear has left its bright red marks on my neck, Reminding me how I am a fleck, As I fell further you and satan just snear, Once I broke my heart and hope hitting rock bottom, It is clear I need to forget you, Never forgive you. All of the ******** that I've been through, is neatly displayed like a menu. Here this is for your viewing! at my venue. no this is not a celebration, just a feeling that continues To break apart our communication, please take tissues and time to fix your issues. this moment is not of coincidence, but more like a combination of human failure and ignorance You incoherently ramble words that are puns, then try to persuade me like the devils tongue. Out of the shadows, I'm excepting the changes in the sun, I'm hoping my hearts pieces can magically become one.

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Oct 19, 2016

Oct 19, 2016 at 12:46 PM UTC

stellarhero

Why Do You Still Talk To Me (by Stellarhero & Levi Harvey)

Why do you still talk to me, Can you not see I drew this chalk line for a reason. The treason you bring to my life, I can hear Satan sing temptations in my ear, I hear his sweet words but I want to reprimanded. Fear has left its bright red marks on my neck, Reminding me how I am a fleck, As I fell further you and satan just snear, Once I broke my heart and hope hitting rock bottom, It is clear I need to forget you, Never forgive you. All of the ******** that I've been through, is neatly displayed like a menu. Here this is for your viewing! at my venue. no this is not a celebration, just a feeling that continues To break apart our communication, please take tissues and time to fix your issues. this moment is not of coincidence, but more like a combination of human failure and ignorance You incoherently ramble words that are puns, then try to persuade me like the devils tongue. Out of the shadows, I'm excepting the changes in the sun, I'm hoping my hearts pieces can magically become one.

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can't eat can't sleep can't breath without you can't get myself to stop thinking about you no matter where I go and no matter what I do my mind always runs back to you you you

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Apr 19, 2016

Apr 19, 2016 at 11:59 PM UTC

ashleyxtho

Untitled

can't eat can't sleep can't breath without you can't get myself to stop thinking about you no matter where I go and no matter what I do my mind always runs back to you you you

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All I want is our Molly nights, and falling in love in the dim black lights. My head in your lap, staring into your eyes, lost in your smile. I'm hypnotized.

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Apr 19, 2016

Apr 19, 2016 at 11:57 PM UTC

ashleyxtho

Molly Love

All I want is our Molly nights, and falling in love in the dim black lights. My head in your lap, staring into your eyes, lost in your smile. I'm hypnotized.

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