#mumblings - Hello Poetry

August “I’ve written one poem, and my mind has been blank for the rest of the days.” “Past midnight, when the world is deathly quiet, my hunger sickens me.” September “Another year closer to my death. Hours of darkness consume me with my thoughts, yet for once, I felt happy.” October “Fourth of October, I bought grapes from the grocery store. I ate each one at home, coffee on the side — and when none were left, tears welled up as I thought: like the grapes, everyone is gone and I am alone.” November “November I write and write, and yearn, and grieve not to anyone in particular, but to someone familiar, this gut-wrenching, unattainable, dying star whom I would take to my grave, close to my unbeating heart.” December “Fifteenth of December. Happiness is temporary, scars are forever, and the only true freedom lies in death.”

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Mar 20

Mar 20, 2026 at 4:35 AM UTC

wildflowerforestfire

Twenty twenty five mumblings

August “I’ve written one poem, and my mind has been blank for the rest of the days.” “Past midnight, when the world is deathly quiet, my hunger sickens me.” September “Another year closer to my death. Hours of darkness consume me with my thoughts, yet for once, I felt happy.” October “Fourth of October, I bought grapes from the grocery store. I ate each one at home, coffee on the side — and when none were left, tears welled up as I thought: like the grapes, everyone is gone and I am alone.” November “November I write and write, and yearn, and grieve not to anyone in particular, but to someone familiar, this gut-wrenching, unattainable, dying star whom I would take to my grave, close to my unbeating heart.” December “Fifteenth of December. Happiness is temporary, scars are forever, and the only true freedom lies in death.”

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there is scattered verse in tertiary reasoning i am a vocabulary of one my intensity is throttled into a meek surrendering of gentle fastidiousness surrounded by a momentary court that announces there's only you, your fingernails and the measured guidance of not accidentally choking blessed am i in the house of good council a concession stand of dried fruit i stand in the ether

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Jul 17, 2018

Jul 17, 2018 at 6:30 PM UTC

nosebleedbaby

tumbleweed purpose

there is scattered verse in tertiary reasoning i am a vocabulary of one my intensity is throttled into a meek surrendering of gentle fastidiousness surrounded by a momentary court that announces there's only you, your fingernails and the measured guidance of not accidentally choking blessed am i in the house of good council a concession stand of dried fruit i stand in the ether

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Thinking about this: I could do so much better But then, so could he There are much better people In the world than me, I know.

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Oct 2, 2015

Oct 2, 2015 at 9:25 PM UTC

ashley-somebody

Better

Thinking about this: I could do so much better But then, so could he There are much better people In the world than me, I know.

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