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La Natura

I stand among the royal lands. The court had many discussions, and everything had gone sad. It was all over now, and joy resumed.

I thanked the mountains as I left their heavenly court, the soft snow welcoming me into its grasp. I walk along the paths I paved, feet bare on the white blanket. once in a while, something sharp pierces through, but I'm unfazed. It reminds me of my children. No matter how much someone loves you, they're bound to hurt you sometimes.

I sink my toes in the dirt. I'm checking up on the subjects of my dear mountains, the common land. I feel the life in these trees. The forest is alive and flourishing, and the wind whispers sweet nothings in my ear. As I near the end of the forest, I hear the sweet melody of my children's voices. I smile.

I reach the village filled with joy. My children prepare for their festivals. both skies and their hopes are high. Walking amongst them, I feel I'm home. I breathe in deep. The air clings to the salt of the sea and I feel complete.

They ask me, who are you? To some I'm an old man practicing religion atop the mountains, to some I'm a spirit of the forest, and to some a lost sailor of the sea. but you can call me nature.

read it on wordpress here.

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Chemtrails over the Country Club

inspired by the Lana Del Ray song

They were watching the chemtrails over the country club

So young, wild and free. Racing around in their cycles at the country club, and tossing them to laze around in the field. Who needed a museum when there were cloudy masterpieces created by the sky? The grass is uncomfortable but they are used to it now. They wanted this moment to last forever. Soft , bright daisies surrounding them. They ended up in her curly tresses, woven like a tapestry of memories.

A tapestry that time tore into shreds, its pieces now seemingly non-existent. But how could it just disappear? It was not made of thread;it was made of their laughter, their tears and memories of the country club. The book of time had stored it in its worn out pages of the past, and that is where they would always be.

Tea parties had all the fanfare: dressing up and behaving all posh and proper. Waltzing around the hall with grace and discipline. This was the country club; finest of the finer things in life. Removing their stuffy shoes and dancing to the latest tunes after all of it was over. They never cared about discipline anyway.

On the count of three, they all jump. The water is so cool,so blue. It feels nice in the scorching heat. She closes her eyes and floats in the water. Loud chatter among them. It made her feel like she belonged here. And as she closed her eyes again, her mind stores a picture of this moment, in a file labeled ‘home’.

Sports day and they are all ready to risk it all. It was not all that serious and yet they were fighting for their lives. At the end, they got the sweet taste of victory, and it seemed like they had won more than just a trophy.

A night to remember. Driving a car they were certainly not allowed to, but oh my god we feel so free. Heads out of the window, the fresh november breeze hitting their faces. Cheap beer and convenience store snacks spread out on the blanket. They look at the chemtrails, floating above them. When did they get so close? Were they even there before?

Washing my hair, doing the laundry

Late night TV, I want you on me

Like when we were kids

Under chemtrails and country clubs

It was better when their only problems were stuffy shoes and sports days. It was better when they rode cycles and drank beer without their parents knowing. Things were so much easier. They were so happy and free.

The chemtrails do not let her breathe anymore. Creeping around her neck and slowly choking her to death. Where did it all go? None of the others are with her; she does not know where they are now. To think there were times when she did not have to think about these things because they never left her side. All she does, all she can do, is cry. Her eyes are treasures, and every drop of water flowing through them is gold. The skies cry with her today. It starts out with soft whimpers, then slowly it bursts open. Violent sobs racked her body, her pain seeping through her veins. She is now drenched, drenched in the water, drenched in her sorrow. And as the light leaves her eyes, she remembers all the moments she shared with them under the chemtrails over the country club.

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propaganda i am not falling for:

always moving on. some goodbyes need to rot a little. some griefs need to be held in the mouth like a stone.

beauty defined by algorithms. beauty exists in crow feet and smile lines

pretending to be chill. i’m not chill. i care deeply and inconveniently. i read into things. i write poems about eye contact

beige apartments with no soul. give me bookshelves and incense and loud art

sneaky links and unclear intentions. i want devotion. and also clarity

treating books as decor. read them. dog-ear them. argue with them in the margins

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hi

so song recs? anything by frostudio chambersonic, particularly frozen

omg I've never heard this one! I'll definitely give it a listen and write something

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hello guys, I'm open to music recommendations for my writing! if you want to see a piece inspired by a particular song, drop the name in my asks!

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Chemtrails over the Country Club

inspired by the Lana Del Ray song

They were watching the chemtrails over the country club

So young, wild and free. Racing around in their cycles at the country club, and tossing them to laze around in the field. Who needed a museum when there were cloudy masterpieces created by the sky? The grass is uncomfortable but they are used to it now. They wanted this moment to last forever. Soft , bright daisies surrounding them. They ended up in her curly tresses, woven like a tapestry of memories.

A tapestry that time tore into shreds, its pieces now seemingly non-existent. But how could it just disappear? It was not made of thread;it was made of their laughter, their tears and memories of the country club. The book of time had stored it in its worn out pages of the past, and that is where they would always be.

Tea parties had all the fanfare: dressing up and behaving all posh and proper. Waltzing around the hall with grace and discipline. This was the country club; finest of the finer things in life. Removing their stuffy shoes and dancing to the latest tunes after all of it was over. They never cared about discipline anyway.

On the count of three, they all jump. The water is so cool,so blue. It feels nice in the scorching heat. She closes her eyes and floats in the water. Loud chatter among them. It made her feel like she belonged here. And as she closed her eyes again, her mind stores a picture of this moment, in a file labeled ‘home’.

Sports day and they are all ready to risk it all. It was not all that serious and yet they were fighting for their lives. At the end, they got the sweet taste of victory, and it seemed like they had won more than just a trophy.

A night to remember. Driving a car they were certainly not allowed to, but oh my god we feel so free. Heads out of the window, the fresh november breeze hitting their faces. Cheap beer and convenience store snacks spread out on the blanket. They look at the chemtrails, floating above them. When did they get so close? Were they even there before?

Washing my hair, doing the laundry

Late night TV, I want you on me

Like when we were kids

Under chemtrails and country clubs

It was better when their only problems were stuffy shoes and sports days. It was better when they rode cycles and drank beer without their parents knowing. Things were so much easier. They were so happy and free.

The chemtrails do not let her breathe anymore. Creeping around her neck and slowly choking her to death. Where did it all go? None of the others are with her; she does not know where they are now. To think there were times when she did not have to think about these things because they never left her side. All she does, all she can do, is cry. Her eyes are treasures, and every drop of water flowing through them is gold. The skies cry with her today. It starts out with soft whimpers, then slowly it bursts open. Violent sobs racked her body, her pain seeping through her veins. She is now drenched, drenched in the water, drenched in her sorrow. And as the light leaves her eyes, she remembers all the moments she shared with them under the chemtrails over the country club.

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“I told myself if I ever won a Grammy and I got to stand up here in-front of the most powerful people in music, I would demand that labels and the industry profiting millions of dollars off artists would offer a liveable wage and healthcare, especially to developing artists...labels we got you, but do you got us?”- Chappell Roan during her GRAMMYS acceptance speech.

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TAYLOR SWIFT at the 67th GRAMMY Awards (Feb 02, 2025)

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what do you mean elon musk did a nazi salute on live tv at the united states presidential inauguration twice and is now erasing the evidence off the internet by replacing the footage with the crowd cheering instead?

would be a shame if people reblogged this, wouldn’t it?

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La Natura

I stand among the royal lands. The court had many discussions, and everything had gone sad. It was all over now, and joy resumed.

I thanked the mountains as I left their heavenly court, the soft snow welcoming me into its grasp. I walk along the paths I paved, feet bare on the white blanket. once in a while, something sharp pierces through, but I'm unfazed. It reminds me of my children. No matter how much someone loves you, they're bound to hurt you sometimes.

I sink my toes in the dirt. I'm checking up on the subjects of my dear mountains, the common land. I feel the life in these trees. The forest is alive and flourishing, and the wind whispers sweet nothings in my ear. As I near the end of the forest, I hear the sweet melody of my children's voices. I smile.

I reach the village filled with joy. My children prepare for their festivals. both skies and their hopes are high. Walking amongst them, I feel I'm home. I breathe in deep. The air clings to the salt of the sea and I feel complete.

They ask me, who are you? To some I'm an old man practicing religion atop the mountains, to some I'm a spirit of the forest, and to some a lost sailor of the sea. but you can call me nature.

read it on wordpress here.

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Sunrise, Louise Glück

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so then you buy black coffee from the canteen to survive 8 am lectures

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La Natura

I stand among the royal lands. The court had many discussions, and everything had gone sad. It was all over now, and joy resumed.

I thanked the mountains as I left their heavenly court, the soft snow welcoming me into its grasp. I walk along the paths I paved, feet bare on the white blanket. once in a while, something sharp pierces through, but I'm unfazed. It reminds me of my children. No matter how much someone loves you, they're bound to hurt you sometimes.

I sink my toes in the dirt. I'm checking up on the subjects of my dear mountains, the common land. I feel the life in these trees. The forest is alive and flourishing, and the wind whispers sweet nothings in my ear. As I near the end of the forest, I hear the sweet melody of my children's voices. I smile.

I reach the village filled with joy. My children prepare for their festivals. both skies and their hopes are high. Walking amongst them, I feel I'm home. I breathe in deep. The air clings to the salt of the sea and I feel complete.

They ask me, who are you? To some I'm an old man practicing religion atop the mountains, to some I'm a spirit of the forest, and to some a lost sailor of the sea. but you can call me nature.

read it on wordpress here.

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My Masterlist

La Natura

music series:

Chemtrails over the Country Club