Playing with Poetry Appalingly
16 Jan 2025 - VelikTzar
Words: Not very great. Time: Better spent someplace else
Welcome back! You cannot believe it! You have in fact remained committed to something! Shocking, you know! The Reader should hold their breath, you could still give up at any second.
You told a friend of yours recently that the only thing worse than your prose is your poetry (and the Reader should trust you, your prose is quite bad). Didn’t stop you from subjecting her to the
unsually cruel punishment of having to read it. In any case, go wild, dear Reader. Go ahead.But they shouldn’t blame you for not warning them it’d be subpar.
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A man on the moon!
What a guy!
Sent so soon!
A better man we could not find!
What a star!
A victory for all mankind!
Boom! And out comes a great cry!
The shuttle’s blown! The horror! The humanity!
Not to worry, we will save him
We’re assembling help with alacrity!
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I am on the moon
The shuttle’s blown
I hear the voice in my ear
“We’ll come, never fear”
Pointless platitudes! What fools!
I’ve done the math long ago
My oxygen will run out long before
They send more unfortunate souls
Stop! Would you stop!
I care not for your lies
The only question is
How soon my death lies
I turn off the useless sound
I look upon the endless gray
I’ll die on this nameless mound
I’ll die, so far away
A circle of blue and white in the black sky
How could I have known it’d go so awry
Oh Earth, you’re so far away
Oh Earth, I reach out to you
Oh Earth, why didn’t I stay
Oh Earth, tell me what to do
No, no, I will not die
On this barren rock
No, no, hear my cry
My oxygen is running out
It’ll not last long enough for them to come
Why am I screaming so loud
It matters not either way, facts cannot be overcome
No matter how powerful my spirit is
I’ll die
on this barren rock
I look upon the gray sands
I look upon a cloudless sky
I look upon the one spot of color,
I look upon Mother Earth
I reach my hand out to you
Almost there, almost within reach
But I know you are impossibly far
No matter how much I beseech
I look upon the gray sands
Could you ever have been,
oh Earth
With so many colorful lands
With so many things unseen
No, no the gray sands are all that must have been
They flash before me, covering every memory
They’re coming, soon they’ll cover me
I can’t remember any of the things I’ve seen
Was it ever real?
The color of the morning sky
Was it ever real?
The color of my first love’s eyes
Was it ever real?
All the meals full of spice
Was it ever real?
All the days I told these little lies
It couldn’t have been, it was always gray and black
Why am I hurting for what never was
It couldn’t have been, it was always silent
Why am I hurting, for what was always just a dream
This is all. You’re a nothing, always been but a dream
and my life nothing, but this moment
All I see is gray and black, with no one to hear me scream
and my life just this moment, unseen
Oh Earth
Impossibly far, yet within my grasp
Oh Earth
You never were, how could you have ever been
Oh Earth,
I don’t even know what I want you to be
Oh Earth,
Why are you there, reminding me of all you could be
Oh Earth,
Leave me, please leave me.
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He died. What a great sorrow for mankind.
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This is one way to preserve a creation forever * (not really, you believe technology to be very fragile but that is by the by, more on that another time)
Many years ago, you had written a poem for a friend of yours, for her birthday. It was only on that piece of paper. And it is lost forever, for you haven’t talked in the many years since.
What a wacky occurence! Many Such Cases!
You were so sad back then, though how distant it all seems to you now. You often wonder what she has become. In your mind she is still as she was.
People have lives outside of your conception of them in your mind - preposterous!
You will say this. You were young then. Or you could have been. You could have lived - and what would have become of you now?
Someone far better, someone still young, someone still alive.
See, this is the kind of nonsense they signed up for - writing a journal just for yourself is boring, there needs to be the thrill of baring you soul. But you cannot afford to lose your friends by blabbering this nonsense every time you meet.
No, you need them, the dear Reader, to gaze into your shallow depths.
You know them not, and you never will, and that’s perfect.
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An update on the website itself - now there is somewhat tolerable formatting when reading on mobile. It is still hardly responsive, God help you if you do not have the exact same dimensions as my phone or laptop. No, I didn’t use bootstrap, it’s been almost 3 years since I last did, and I have completely forgotten everything. You can’t make me. @media is what a true lion needs. (I am an Aries.)
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I have a thing today. A very important thing, that I mentioned in the Welcome (it is all connected!) post that I ignored to work on this Nonsense(But I can’t help myself). My colleagues seem to like my work, let’s hope the hostiles (panel of strangers) do as well. My pride can’t handle the fall. Stay tuned for updates! (<3)
I’ll be back in a couple days with a longer (and less painful but more boring, depending on your personal perversions, of course) post. The Antipodes Await. Hopefully. Who knows, I could make something shorter if something new were to pique my interest. Godspeed! (I ate your drywall).