#vonwinters - Hello Poetry

Artists & modern day philosophers, Playing at being philanthropists by finding new meanings to words, That have been said by people more academic or poetic. Are they merely taking credit for someone more romantic, Or perhaps more damaged? Or have they too struggled to find the right combinations of words to discuss meanings and musings? Plagiarism or lethologica? Did they find another way to the same answers, Like a sort of mathematical rumination, Where they used the wrong method to get the right answer. Perhaps, how it had been said was just the right answer, To a completely different question.

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Dec 27, 2025

Dec 27, 2025 at 12:56 AM UTC

VonWinters

Artists & modern day philosophers, Playing at being philanthropists by finding new meanings to words, That have been said by people more academic or poetic. Are they merely taking credit for someone more romantic, Or perhaps more damaged? Or have they too struggled to find the right combinations of words to discuss meanings and musings? Plagiarism or lethologica? Did they find another way to the same answers, Like a sort of mathematical rumination, Where they used the wrong method to get the right answer. Perhaps, how it had been said was just the right answer, To a completely different question.

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The clock reads 12:12 am, and I'm tormented by thoughts that leave me embarrassed, taking my peaceful mind as its quarter portioned rate. My body is heavy, as is my mind. Burdened by lack of words, I walk the line. To find meaning in what I cannot say, And express my thoughts and feelings that plague me, day after day. Poetry was my outlet, a bastion of peace. It would allow me to express thoughts I couldn't, But now those beautiful words are in retreat. I struggle so hard to pluck at the cords that play with my mind and when nothing is yielded, I press restart I search every memory, I utterly tear them apart. I fear I have lost my passion, I fear I have lost my art. I've not written in days Perhaps… I have simply lost heart?

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Dec 27, 2025

Dec 27, 2025 at 12:49 AM UTC

VonWinters

Memories & Embarrassment

The clock reads 12:12 am, and I'm tormented by thoughts that leave me embarrassed, taking my peaceful mind as its quarter portioned rate. My body is heavy, as is my mind. Burdened by lack of words, I walk the line. To find meaning in what I cannot say, And express my thoughts and feelings that plague me, day after day. Poetry was my outlet, a bastion of peace. It would allow me to express thoughts I couldn't, But now those beautiful words are in retreat. I struggle so hard to pluck at the cords that play with my mind and when nothing is yielded, I press restart I search every memory, I utterly tear them apart. I fear I have lost my passion, I fear I have lost my art. I've not written in days Perhaps… I have simply lost heart?

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I have lived my life, With one simple rule. Do not ask questions that you don't want the answers to. It seems common sense, But sense is no longer common . So understand this more than anything, If I have asked you a question, Know for a fact, that I truly want the answer.

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Dec 28, 2025

Dec 28, 2025 at 2:27 PM UTC

VonWinters

A Simple Rule

I have lived my life, With one simple rule. Do not ask questions that you don't want the answers to. It seems common sense, But sense is no longer common . So understand this more than anything, If I have asked you a question, Know for a fact, that I truly want the answer.

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I once heard that family is like a jigsaw puzzle, Each member, a piece to make it whole. Yet I'm constantly reminded, That my piece doesn't fit very well, And I'm just one piece going missing, From being unable to fit in at all. I wonder, if there's puzzle out there, One that would want me. One that lets me fit in, Perfectly aligned, and welcomed. My edges might be too frayed for that, My picture too dark, and worn. Mayhaps the only puzzle I belong too, Is the one comprised of all the other lonely pieces?

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Dec 26, 2025

Dec 26, 2025 at 1:21 PM UTC

VonWinters

Family Jigsaw Puzzle

I once heard that family is like a jigsaw puzzle, Each member, a piece to make it whole. Yet I'm constantly reminded, That my piece doesn't fit very well, And I'm just one piece going missing, From being unable to fit in at all. I wonder, if there's puzzle out there, One that would want me. One that lets me fit in, Perfectly aligned, and welcomed. My edges might be too frayed for that, My picture too dark, and worn. Mayhaps the only puzzle I belong too, Is the one comprised of all the other lonely pieces?

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