#movie - Hello Poetry

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Long ago, an ancient story Beautiful and kind Chang'e And a handsome man named Houyi Were in love 'True love?' True love But she took a magic potion Giving immortality Then she floated leaving her true love And she waits for him on the moon above Crying while her tears turn into stardust Longing, hoping for her one truе love Now she waits for him on the moon abovе

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May 12

May 12, 2026 at 4:39 PM UTC

on the moon above

Long ago, an ancient story Beautiful and kind Chang'e And a handsome man named Houyi Were in love 'True love?' True love But she took a magic potion Giving immortality Then she floated leaving her true love And she waits for him on the moon above Crying while her tears turn into stardust Longing, hoping for her one truе love Now she waits for him on the moon abovе

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I watch the television evangelist Joel Osteen with Josephine from Ghana. God wants you to succeed, he says. I think God died or lied, same difference. When everyone holds up their Bibles and thumps them I make my nervous laugh. Joel’s favorite story is David and Goliath, how the little guy slays the big guy by throwing rocks. There’s no singing in this church, singing’s for funerals and death is for losers. I say to Josephine What kind of day was it for Goliath? Josephine and Joel’s congregation hold no sympathy for Goliath. Just as I can’t picture God they can’t visualize Goliath with a wife and kids. I watch Shrek with my wife and kids, one of our favorite movies. Is this done in every American town and the world over so there is no need to feel lost or lonely ever?

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Apr 7

Apr 7, 2026 at 6:27 AM UTC

I watch the television evangelist Joel Osteen with Josephine from Ghana. God wants you to succeed, he says. I think God died or lied, same difference. When everyone holds up their Bibles and thumps them I make my nervous laugh. Joel’s favorite story is David and Goliath, how the little guy slays the big guy by throwing rocks. There’s no singing in this church, singing’s for funerals and death is for losers. I say to Josephine What kind of day was it for Goliath? Josephine and Joel’s congregation hold no sympathy for Goliath. Just as I can’t picture God they can’t visualize Goliath with a wife and kids. I watch Shrek with my wife and kids, one of our favorite movies. Is this done in every American town and the world over so there is no need to feel lost or lonely ever?

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the credits haven’t even started to roll, but i’m already checking the locks on the doors. i’ve learned to watch you the way i watch the final girl— with my breath held tight and my eyes half-narrowed, waiting for the music to shift into a minor key. life is a horror movie and the first rule of the genre is simple: never fall in love with someone in the first act. you can't get attached to the characters when the heart is just a low-budget prop, something red and messy to be left on the floor before the first commercial break. i see you standing there, all wide-eyed and "main character," thinking your backstory makes you bulletproof, but i’ve seen enough sequels to know that "forever" is just the silence before the killer stops playing with his food. don’t get used to the way they take their coffee or the specific pitch of their midnight laugh, because the script has a way of thinning the cast right when the lighting gets atmospheric. i see you standing in the kitchen, vulnerable in the glow of the open fridge, and i want to tell you to step away from the window. we aren’t prepared for a plot twist that leaves the protagonist standing alone in the rain while the siren lights paint the driveway red. we’re all just "guest starring" in each other’s tragedies. i try to keep my heart behind a triple-locked door, treating your touch like a suspicious noise in the basement— something to be investigated with caution, something that might disappear if i blink too long. i’m terrified of the scene where the house goes quiet, and I realize i’m the only one left in the frame, holding a bowl of popcorn and a handful of ghosts. it’s cleaner this way—watching you through a lens, predicting the moment the shadow moves behind you. i won't be the one screaming when the blade falls; i’ll be the one who already knew the twist, sitting in the back row, waiting for the lights to come up on an empty theater.

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Apr 1

Apr 1, 2026 at 10:24 PM UTC

we were never meant to make the sequel...

the credits haven’t even started to roll, but i’m already checking the locks on the doors. i’ve learned to watch you the way i watch the final girl— with my breath held tight and my eyes half-narrowed, waiting for the music to shift into a minor key. life is a horror movie and the first rule of the genre is simple: never fall in love with someone in the first act. you can't get attached to the characters when the heart is just a low-budget prop, something red and messy to be left on the floor before the first commercial break. i see you standing there, all wide-eyed and "main character," thinking your backstory makes you bulletproof, but i’ve seen enough sequels to know that "forever" is just the silence before the killer stops playing with his food. don’t get used to the way they take their coffee or the specific pitch of their midnight laugh, because the script has a way of thinning the cast right when the lighting gets atmospheric. i see you standing in the kitchen, vulnerable in the glow of the open fridge, and i want to tell you to step away from the window. we aren’t prepared for a plot twist that leaves the protagonist standing alone in the rain while the siren lights paint the driveway red. we’re all just "guest starring" in each other’s tragedies. i try to keep my heart behind a triple-locked door, treating your touch like a suspicious noise in the basement— something to be investigated with caution, something that might disappear if i blink too long. i’m terrified of the scene where the house goes quiet, and I realize i’m the only one left in the frame, holding a bowl of popcorn and a handful of ghosts. it’s cleaner this way—watching you through a lens, predicting the moment the shadow moves behind you. i won't be the one screaming when the blade falls; i’ll be the one who already knew the twist, sitting in the back row, waiting for the lights to come up on an empty theater.

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Today, cinema was saved I know, that's a large claim to make But, watching ryland grace Stand, atop ship In a blast, of shimmering pink And, the music blared And, the choir sung today is when i knew cinema was saved

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Mar 20

Mar 20, 2026 at 11:29 PM UTC

Today, cinema was saved I know, that's a large claim to make But, watching ryland grace Stand, atop ship In a blast, of shimmering pink And, the music blared And, the choir sung today is when i knew cinema was saved

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“I rewatch the same movie again and again in the hope it will feel more like a lived memory, and not a far off dream I never owned. Let their words be second nature to my mouth, and let the images flash like I’ve been there. I let the movie be mine in fear of others reminding me I wasn’t there. And I rewatch it again, rethinking every scene I watched before like I do my words in every history I lived. Another time I watch, more like memories this time, still wishing it’s my life I watched play out until its happy ending.” A.V.

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Mar 16

Mar 16, 2026 at 4:33 PM UTC

“I rewatch the same movie again and again in the hope it will feel more like a lived memory, and not a far off dream I never owned. Let their words be second nature to my mouth, and let the images flash like I’ve been there. I let the movie be mine in fear of others reminding me I wasn’t there. And I rewatch it again, rethinking every scene I watched before like I do my words in every history I lived. Another time I watch, more like memories this time, still wishing it’s my life I watched play out until its happy ending.” A.V.

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This talk of high noon, Will it go away soon? My, the talk on the moon, See, it appears through your loom. The colorful enigma Full of mud a lot stigma I’d say you should rid ya’ But I know you won’t bid, ha! The picture bare comes out While the ground dirt shouts As the woman's ashes sprout Do you get what it's really m‘bout? Secluded to the bathtub and pills The green dotted spaceman n’ thrills And military uniform drills Sure, most ain’t betting on those bills. I’d say, “sure now I get it, this play here I mean.” But seldom I let a thought flow a stream And lies of smarts make me feel unclean I’d rather pretend how deeply I’ve seen Anderson writes like a fish out of water How I wish that the dashes he wrote found me a tad smarter In the yellowed remains of the playwrights a falter Outburst of beeping n’ buzzing still can’t halt ‘er He’d burn his hand on the reddening top The bigger question, why’d he not try and stop The overall story of the foggy gray plot I’d let myself in, but I’d know my teeth’ll just rot I real like color, I’d almost say I’d give it some love Instead of a royal, gray manning n’ shove If a riled up dove Saw the green up above Would it—nah, I think I know anyway.

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Jan 25

Jan 25, 2026 at 6:55 PM UTC

"Asteroid City"

This talk of high noon, Will it go away soon? My, the talk on the moon, See, it appears through your loom. The colorful enigma Full of mud a lot stigma I’d say you should rid ya’ But I know you won’t bid, ha! The picture bare comes out While the ground dirt shouts As the woman's ashes sprout Do you get what it's really m‘bout? Secluded to the bathtub and pills The green dotted spaceman n’ thrills And military uniform drills Sure, most ain’t betting on those bills. I’d say, “sure now I get it, this play here I mean.” But seldom I let a thought flow a stream And lies of smarts make me feel unclean I’d rather pretend how deeply I’ve seen Anderson writes like a fish out of water How I wish that the dashes he wrote found me a tad smarter In the yellowed remains of the playwrights a falter Outburst of beeping n’ buzzing still can’t halt ‘er He’d burn his hand on the reddening top The bigger question, why’d he not try and stop The overall story of the foggy gray plot I’d let myself in, but I’d know my teeth’ll just rot I real like color, I’d almost say I’d give it some love Instead of a royal, gray manning n’ shove If a riled up dove Saw the green up above Would it—nah, I think I know anyway.

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I grew up here, she says, such a small town, brick roads, that sparkle, like her eyes, in the rain. She used to hate it, and grit her teeth, when you walked away, things changed. Real grass, got replaced, with fake, for safety, they say. I grew up here, she says, where teenagers, cruise main. It’s like a movie, that you never realized, you were apart of. I grew up here, she said.

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Jan 12

Jan 12, 2026 at 3:39 PM UTC

I grew up here, she says, such a small town, brick roads, that sparkle, like her eyes, in the rain. She used to hate it, and grit her teeth, when you walked away, things changed. Real grass, got replaced, with fake, for safety, they say. I grew up here, she says, where teenagers, cruise main. It’s like a movie, that you never realized, you were apart of. I grew up here, she said.

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Before the film ended, I cried— tears streaming uncontrollably. He reached for my hand, my trembling softness paused in his firm palm, gently soothed. As I sank deeper into the film’s emotion, I landed in the safety of his hold. He caught me. When ice melts into water, when light dissolves into the darkness, there sits a stranger, with a warm hand.

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Jan 9

Jan 9, 2026 at 12:14 PM UTC

Before the film ended, I cried— tears streaming uncontrollably. He reached for my hand, my trembling softness paused in his firm palm, gently soothed. As I sank deeper into the film’s emotion, I landed in the safety of his hold. He caught me. When ice melts into water, when light dissolves into the darkness, there sits a stranger, with a warm hand.

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It feels like a movie, as if life was plotted out to each varying detail. A movie I am not apart of but a spectators of sorts. Never seeming to join in the rolls we each play. Slowing tearing at me, never knowing what role I am supposed to play. Almost making me feel as if my role is to watch and see, as this world slowly unravels around me. Just watching, almost say studying the movements that each individual plays and the effects he or she makes. A movie I can not change, even if I tried with all my might. But my worst fear of all, the one I am most afraid to see, is will my scene end or will this movie end before me.

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Jan 6

Jan 6, 2026 at 11:14 PM UTC

It Feels like a Movie

It feels like a movie, as if life was plotted out to each varying detail. A movie I am not apart of but a spectators of sorts. Never seeming to join in the rolls we each play. Slowing tearing at me, never knowing what role I am supposed to play. Almost making me feel as if my role is to watch and see, as this world slowly unravels around me. Just watching, almost say studying the movements that each individual plays and the effects he or she makes. A movie I can not change, even if I tried with all my might. But my worst fear of all, the one I am most afraid to see, is will my scene end or will this movie end before me.

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Buzz.. buzz.. Mr. Fly, why do you follow me? Can’t entertain you, I’m busy bee Tonight has not been easy Medication and other things - it’s hazy Can’t you see? …need a moment of peace Can’t let me be? …Need not I be at ease? Buzz.. buzzz… Mr. Fly, hush Buzz.. buzz Buzz… buzz.. Despair beyond repair Cloudy smokes- vanishing clarity! grasping! All for sanity Life is winter bare It’s about to be over, don’t follow Buzz… buzz… Take your cover, this grenade about to blow Buzz.. buzz… Locking myself in a dark closet Ready to unplug A frustration to annoying little bug All the buzz.. Prepare! Obstacles mid-air The clanking and clattering ~silence~ Tearing my ears so I may not hear All the woes and the cries of my dear I beg to leave for peace I yearn freedom Then head to an unattainable kingdom Buzz.. buzz… Bother me not anymore Banging unto wall Fading beauty, tiny doll

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Dec 17, 2025

Dec 17, 2025 at 9:34 PM UTC

AMereDustintheUniverse

Buzz.. buzz.. Mr. Fly, why do you follow me? Can’t entertain you, I’m busy bee Tonight has not been easy Medication and other things - it’s hazy Can’t you see? …need a moment of peace Can’t let me be? …Need not I be at ease? Buzz.. buzzz… Mr. Fly, hush Buzz.. buzz Buzz… buzz.. Despair beyond repair Cloudy smokes- vanishing clarity! grasping! All for sanity Life is winter bare It’s about to be over, don’t follow Buzz… buzz… Take your cover, this grenade about to blow Buzz.. buzz… Locking myself in a dark closet Ready to unplug A frustration to annoying little bug All the buzz.. Prepare! Obstacles mid-air The clanking and clattering ~silence~ Tearing my ears so I may not hear All the woes and the cries of my dear I beg to leave for peace I yearn freedom Then head to an unattainable kingdom Buzz.. buzz… Bother me not anymore Banging unto wall Fading beauty, tiny doll

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Oompa Loompa doompety doo, I've got another puzzle for you: Oompa Loompa doompety dee, If you are wise, you'll listen to me. What do you get when you stare at your phone For hours a day aloof and alone? Plenty of friends I assure you it's not: 'Twill be the only friend you've got, And it does And it does And it does And it does And it does And it does And it does And it does And it doesn't have a soul! Oompa Loompa doompety da, If you're not greedy, you will go far. You will live in happiness too Like the Oompa Loompa doompety do!

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Dec 11, 2025

Dec 11, 2025 at 3:18 AM UTC

An Oompa Loompa Song

Oompa Loompa doompety doo, I've got another puzzle for you: Oompa Loompa doompety dee, If you are wise, you'll listen to me. What do you get when you stare at your phone For hours a day aloof and alone? Plenty of friends I assure you it's not: 'Twill be the only friend you've got, And it does And it does And it does And it does And it does And it does And it does And it does And it doesn't have a soul! Oompa Loompa doompety da, If you're not greedy, you will go far. You will live in happiness too Like the Oompa Loompa doompety do!

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I want to make a movie To mark my name - To do my hair To watch it fall like lions mane Opening Closets to feel the chill & rain A hat, A hood - I can't deny I know theres something deep inside The air bites soft, rain drips down The cars drift down the street I take a chance - to record the sky The clouds, the grey The peace grows high To walk, to run, to film the hunt I heal my mind tremendously. Each frame, each strep The light grows relentelsly I Now can fly Through heavy thoughts I sore A fight I never lost This lens, my sheild - my chosen war

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Nov 13, 2025

Nov 13, 2025 at 8:50 AM UTC

To Make A Movie

I want to make a movie To mark my name - To do my hair To watch it fall like lions mane Opening Closets to feel the chill & rain A hat, A hood - I can't deny I know theres something deep inside The air bites soft, rain drips down The cars drift down the street I take a chance - to record the sky The clouds, the grey The peace grows high To walk, to run, to film the hunt I heal my mind tremendously. Each frame, each strep The light grows relentelsly I Now can fly Through heavy thoughts I sore A fight I never lost This lens, my sheild - my chosen war

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Life is a very long and interesting movie Life is a brief biography Life is not an encyclopedia But a book of several chapters Life is a garden of flowers Do not blame Wikipedia For the bad, fake or false stories People love tragic or faulty memories Please forgive the **** Media The writers, the reporters, the journalists Who have failed to expose the racists The rapists, the killers, and the liars Life is full of surprises and nightmares Life is made of many sporadic dreams Bring the lanterns, bring the beams Our world is sinking in a dark hole It's obvious that every day is not Super bowl Life behaves like a roller-coaster Wear the belt, danger is around the corner Life is made of ups and downs Horrors, chaos, innuendoes, stories Souvenirs, fun and bad memories Do your job, and ignore the clowns Life is awesome, awkward and unpredictable Life is strange, weird, different and delectable Life is indeed a malayalam movie Life is a short biography. Copyright© March,2018, Hébert Logerie, All Rights Reserved Hebert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.

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Oct 18, 2025

Oct 18, 2025 at 9:56 PM UTC

Life Is Indeed a Malayalam Movie

Life is a very long and interesting movie Life is a brief biography Life is not an encyclopedia But a book of several chapters Life is a garden of flowers Do not blame Wikipedia For the bad, fake or false stories People love tragic or faulty memories Please forgive the **** Media The writers, the reporters, the journalists Who have failed to expose the racists The rapists, the killers, and the liars Life is full of surprises and nightmares Life is made of many sporadic dreams Bring the lanterns, bring the beams Our world is sinking in a dark hole It's obvious that every day is not Super bowl Life behaves like a roller-coaster Wear the belt, danger is around the corner Life is made of ups and downs Horrors, chaos, innuendoes, stories Souvenirs, fun and bad memories Do your job, and ignore the clowns Life is awesome, awkward and unpredictable Life is strange, weird, different and delectable Life is indeed a malayalam movie Life is a short biography. Copyright© March,2018, Hébert Logerie, All Rights Reserved Hebert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.

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one street and two lovers, headlights cut the scene. film grain on our faces, static hums between our names. my highlighter soaking through the flimsy script, erasing what I loved first. Does it feel like a movie? dear cinephile, say less. (the scene still sticks)

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Oct 16, 2025

Oct 16, 2025 at 8:22 AM UTC

one street and two lovers, headlights cut the scene. film grain on our faces, static hums between our names. my highlighter soaking through the flimsy script, erasing what I loved first. Does it feel like a movie? dear cinephile, say less. (the scene still sticks)

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"scene 30 000, take 1" "AND ACTION" I imagined us dancing in the Park right near while I was looking outside the window we called each other "dear" I spun you around your hand in mine it was everything but fine it was magic not tragic it was wonderful not dreadful your dress healed wounds as it was spinning around your eyes shone with youth so happy I found save space the moon passing by the stars in the sky we danced and danced continuing on "CUT" "scene 30 001, take 1" "AND ACTION" passing the crosswalk all in the dark a car came I screamed out your name blood floods a puddle of shame death I checked your breath we didn't hear the car... ...but I did silently watching eyes looking down my brain with regret for all what I said "CUT CUT CUT" "TRY TO LET THEM FEEEEEL THE PAIN" "scene 30 001, take 2" "ACTION" little me stares at me ...she knows I'm spying out of my window here her eyes are sad she was everything she ever had the body in her hands a puddle of blood saying I'm "no good" my imagination is cruel I say it's warning me from hell but my brain does not know I want everything I tell my brain continues on "let's move on!" "you don't even like dancing" "stop crying before it's called dying" "CUT" sigh

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Sep 21, 2025

Sep 21, 2025 at 2:08 PM UTC

Movie imagination

"scene 30 000, take 1" "AND ACTION" I imagined us dancing in the Park right near while I was looking outside the window we called each other "dear" I spun you around your hand in mine it was everything but fine it was magic not tragic it was wonderful not dreadful your dress healed wounds as it was spinning around your eyes shone with youth so happy I found save space the moon passing by the stars in the sky we danced and danced continuing on "CUT" "scene 30 001, take 1" "AND ACTION" passing the crosswalk all in the dark a car came I screamed out your name blood floods a puddle of shame death I checked your breath we didn't hear the car... ...but I did silently watching eyes looking down my brain with regret for all what I said "CUT CUT CUT" "TRY TO LET THEM FEEEEEL THE PAIN" "scene 30 001, take 2" "ACTION" little me stares at me ...she knows I'm spying out of my window here her eyes are sad she was everything she ever had the body in her hands a puddle of blood saying I'm "no good" my imagination is cruel I say it's warning me from hell but my brain does not know I want everything I tell my brain continues on "let's move on!" "you don't even like dancing" "stop crying before it's called dying" "CUT" sigh

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I gave Adam the Apple Bud Wise Her I Was Above Them I Seen and Wrote It All Im Millions Old The Tree was Knowledge and Life Eve Cheated I ran Up was down down was up **** on A Cross Sacrificed In Peaces You Don't Know The Real Story No Father Can Describe It Who Do I wake up next Been Here Since Day 1

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Aug 4, 2025

Aug 4, 2025 at 12:20 AM UTC

"The Garden Day 1" By: Z

I gave Adam the Apple Bud Wise Her I Was Above Them I Seen and Wrote It All Im Millions Old The Tree was Knowledge and Life Eve Cheated I ran Up was down down was up **** on A Cross Sacrificed In Peaces You Don't Know The Real Story No Father Can Describe It Who Do I wake up next Been Here Since Day 1

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I thought it would turn out. I thought the time acted in tune with me. I thought I was strong. I thought it would be like a movie. I know it was my mistake. I thought it all seemed to me. I can't believe still That the fate can so bully me

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Jul 7, 2025

Jul 7, 2025 at 5:20 PM UTC

I thought it would turn out. I thought the time acted in tune with me. I thought I was strong. I thought it would be like a movie. I know it was my mistake. I thought it all seemed to me. I can't believe still That the fate can so bully me

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Humid air middle of the summer every dog and child happy to be outside surrounded by hippies and cheap speakers playing rock ‘n’ roll along the river in front of us were small ferries I can't remember what happened yesterday but I recall the feeling of when I first saw you turning around slowly to glance at who I didn't know will spend the rest of my life dancing in back of my mind there was the woman whom I didn't know will always I desire the very, only wanted one never will I ever have.

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Jul 7, 2025

Jul 7, 2025 at 8:29 PM UTC

Humid air middle of the summer every dog and child happy to be outside surrounded by hippies and cheap speakers playing rock ‘n’ roll along the river in front of us were small ferries I can't remember what happened yesterday but I recall the feeling of when I first saw you turning around slowly to glance at who I didn't know will spend the rest of my life dancing in back of my mind there was the woman whom I didn't know will always I desire the very, only wanted one never will I ever have.

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we filmed things the audience would never forgive us for then we edited them out it was the right thing to do the darkness remained behind the camera but could still be felt by the viewer

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Jul 8, 2025

Jul 8, 2025 at 5:25 PM UTC

we filmed things the audience would never forgive us for then we edited them out it was the right thing to do the darkness remained behind the camera but could still be felt by the viewer

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When does the film begin when does the film begin I've been waiting so long with a bowl of popcorn When does the film begin When does the programme start when does the programme start I'm in theatre one where the curtains are drawn When will the programme start When does the film begin When does the film begin I've turned off my phone now I'm sitting alone When will the film begin First act! Second act! Third act! When does the programme start When does the programme start Your story's done Mine hasn't begun Oh when will my programme start

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Jun 18, 2025

Jun 18, 2025 at 7:28 PM UTC

leehollowaytowers

When does the film begin when does the film begin I've been waiting so long with a bowl of popcorn When does the film begin When does the programme start when does the programme start I'm in theatre one where the curtains are drawn When will the programme start When does the film begin When does the film begin I've turned off my phone now I'm sitting alone When will the film begin First act! Second act! Third act! When does the programme start When does the programme start Your story's done Mine hasn't begun Oh when will my programme start

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I watched a movie the other day the intro credits were more of an intro to you in this space sober and aware the air in between well at least for me felt different The movie commenced till a tune a soundtrack hit a scene I nestling on the floor beneath felt his feet beat to the beats following the per second theme He's never seen this scene before nor the movie as a whole that's how you know music runs through his veins without him saying a word tap tap ... wait tap tap tap tap...wait tap tap till the scene ended he came back from his trance he was watching the movie again

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May 20, 2025

May 20, 2025 at 6:37 AM UTC

Watching A Movie

I watched a movie the other day the intro credits were more of an intro to you in this space sober and aware the air in between well at least for me felt different The movie commenced till a tune a soundtrack hit a scene I nestling on the floor beneath felt his feet beat to the beats following the per second theme He's never seen this scene before nor the movie as a whole that's how you know music runs through his veins without him saying a word tap tap ... wait tap tap tap tap...wait tap tap till the scene ended he came back from his trance he was watching the movie again

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A beauty that’s rarely seen, only reserved for the May queen. Dancing under her midsommarstang when the time speeds up but it still seems so long. We can share some codependency we can share some trauma and blood. If you were to leave it would be the end of me, is this the type of story we tell of love? Sadly there’s some poetic irony of the horror when you witnessed the elders jumping, still human enough but too lost to see you were in the line; one day to be waiting. Confuse possession with protection mistake bare empathy for tender caring. When’s the last time you felt needed affection except for the wrong type others are sharing? And at the very end of it all you’ll have a face full of tears, ‘cause even a May Queen has to fall within the changing of season in the years. And you won’t even care if it’s freedom or a new type of prison, ‘cause atleast someone will be there to cry with, to hold you and listen.

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May 18, 2025

May 18, 2025 at 5:47 PM UTC

A beauty that’s rarely seen, only reserved for the May queen. Dancing under her midsommarstang when the time speeds up but it still seems so long. We can share some codependency we can share some trauma and blood. If you were to leave it would be the end of me, is this the type of story we tell of love? Sadly there’s some poetic irony of the horror when you witnessed the elders jumping, still human enough but too lost to see you were in the line; one day to be waiting. Confuse possession with protection mistake bare empathy for tender caring. When’s the last time you felt needed affection except for the wrong type others are sharing? And at the very end of it all you’ll have a face full of tears, ‘cause even a May Queen has to fall within the changing of season in the years. And you won’t even care if it’s freedom or a new type of prison, ‘cause atleast someone will be there to cry with, to hold you and listen.

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Lost hope, lost life, A desire lost inside. A warrior never fought, A friend who lost. Is it necessary to desire? Her gaze, Her laughter, Her truth— Just wanted to admire. Thin, lost— Sin, and cost. What is this? A person, Or just a shoe? Wasted life, wasted time, The stupid wanted to earn a dime. How good is he, How kind can he be? Is he graduated, Or even educated? Know this, Know that— Are you alive, Or are you dead? Give me money, Take this knowledge. Give me test, Take this certificate. What do you want to be? Tell me— Everyone asked me. "I want to study," He said— Indeed, a lie. God knows why. Inside a tree, He wants to live. No human, No chase, No dream, No game. What is he? A movie, Or a disgrace?

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May 17, 2025

May 17, 2025 at 1:43 PM UTC

Lost hope, lost life, A desire lost inside. A warrior never fought, A friend who lost. Is it necessary to desire? Her gaze, Her laughter, Her truth— Just wanted to admire. Thin, lost— Sin, and cost. What is this? A person, Or just a shoe? Wasted life, wasted time, The stupid wanted to earn a dime. How good is he, How kind can he be? Is he graduated, Or even educated? Know this, Know that— Are you alive, Or are you dead? Give me money, Take this knowledge. Give me test, Take this certificate. What do you want to be? Tell me— Everyone asked me. "I want to study," He said— Indeed, a lie. God knows why. Inside a tree, He wants to live. No human, No chase, No dream, No game. What is he? A movie, Or a disgrace?

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Two Lost and Found butterflies. Tears rolling down. The most rewarding scenery is the landscape of the lovers innermost feelings and emotions for each other and both twin butterflies. Surely a twin's true love that never failed, even bottled in a dark dungeon- it still holds evidence of greatest reigns plotted since eges past. Like a diamond polished, unworned by its true queen. Its still a diamond grown in greatest friction and much heat. A fire burning for the longest time. Yes it may now be in the finger of the greedy liar divider murderer on speed. The evil trashing defamatrex Is still a great Impostor ****** a true queen bee's, first landscape pradise. Forgive my metaphorical poor grade here. I am still no poetess Just a tragic true life kinder Garten observer of sorts. A possible self portrait of loss and undying grief Drowning in true events that inexplicably give me life worth living. Its essence,the magic of true love, lost and found, found and lost, And against all odds,retained wiithin its infinite truth poweted only by eternal love and gratitud. I remain in love, my beloved's pure loves ashes, that heals me to my core And I'm no longer lost nor alone. My lonely thorny crooked path, i have left behind. -------- By: Karijinbba Mr and Mrs Andrews the oainting. Rddbba All Rights Reserved.

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May 16, 2025

May 16, 2025 at 11:20 AM UTC

2 Dimond & ruby butterflies

Two Lost and Found butterflies. Tears rolling down. The most rewarding scenery is the landscape of the lovers innermost feelings and emotions for each other and both twin butterflies. Surely a twin's true love that never failed, even bottled in a dark dungeon- it still holds evidence of greatest reigns plotted since eges past. Like a diamond polished, unworned by its true queen. Its still a diamond grown in greatest friction and much heat. A fire burning for the longest time. Yes it may now be in the finger of the greedy liar divider murderer on speed. The evil trashing defamatrex Is still a great Impostor ****** a true queen bee's, first landscape pradise. Forgive my metaphorical poor grade here. I am still no poetess Just a tragic true life kinder Garten observer of sorts. A possible self portrait of loss and undying grief Drowning in true events that inexplicably give me life worth living. Its essence,the magic of true love, lost and found, found and lost, And against all odds,retained wiithin its infinite truth poweted only by eternal love and gratitud. I remain in love, my beloved's pure loves ashes, that heals me to my core And I'm no longer lost nor alone. My lonely thorny crooked path, i have left behind. -------- By: Karijinbba Mr and Mrs Andrews the oainting. Rddbba All Rights Reserved.

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