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I don’t really know where to start. Maybe that should be it. My start.

You see, I have been writing all these words without knowing what I actually am writing. I say it’s poetry, but what on earth is poetry.

Something with emotions, right? Something that means something? That makes you feel?

Maybe it should be of a name. Nobody ever doubted the poetry of Lord Byron, but this?

Being confident, claiming that it’ll be poetry if you say so, but since poetry is just words and I do not really know what words mean, because they are just letters that make us think of images so poetry is by someone else summoned images you have no control over which makes it really scary but it might be beautiful, too, and you never know where the words will take you because only the writer knows and maybe writers have a certain image of what poetry is and therefore poetry is whatever the writer wants it to look like.

But then again,

what is a writer?

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I may just be the only human

who saw that specific bird in this specific moment

clap their wings.

it makes me feel really small and

really important at the same time.

of all people

it was me.

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It started out so nice. A singer in my ear who makes me think of you.

Meanwhile I’m looking at her and she’s singing and dancing which looks funny since she’s also sitting in a chair and I smile and I don’t know why.

I think I’m happy.

It has been three weeks and still I don’t know the answer. Talking and shushing and hushing, murmuring secret words in a secret language that I don’t understand.

Thinking of the orangepinkred sky, when I saw a hot air balloon drifting peacefully and alone.

Thinking of all this, the sky, her, the two songs, the backstory and you. It might have made me miserable but

I think it made me happy.

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I think, pain is caused by incomprehension.

See, if we understood each other perfectly, there would be no problem at all. But I do not, and apparently, you do not either.

It kind of hurt, and as a matter of fact, I too do not understand this.

It’s like I am your life buoy and once you decided it wasn’t right not to swim on your own, you swam away and used me to take of, placed your feet at me and kicked. Without any further notification.

And I get it, and maybe it is right indeed. But you could have played it a little more subtle.

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Thought about you today.

Almost had to cry but apparently you were not worth a wholesome tear.

I will just keep listening to the lifeless lisping, looking to the watery light on the wall.

Chasing Plato, seeing black figures where men and women should be.

Nothing but features, sincere laughing and the next second crying crying crying

for it is confusing, everything is, grabbing her hand to never let go but no sleeping in the

same bed.

Bred orphans for whom very well chosen.

Thought it would be fine but it was not.

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If nature is beauty, then she is the most natural thing.

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It was good to hear our voices outside

not inside of these walls approaching us

and the pounding of my heart like you would imagine if you would think of the way that Indians make music

in fact, we were still inside yes but

it was good to hear our voices outside of these walls

knowing we could fly away any moment

we didn’t, but we could I am sure of that assured by the bare sound of our voices which we only heard once not any more times like what would happen if you were surrounded by four approaching walls reflecting our voices,

like you’d imagine if you’d think of a crazy person murmuring words writing in a small room with approaching walls and another four voices in the room

So it was good to hear our voices outside

because we have flown away for a minute

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David J. Roch

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So along with all of our poetry and quotes and emotions you get to read, we also have this page. “Music” it’s called. Well, I have something for it.

There is this very unknown musician from the United Kingdom, who has in fact stopped making music already. He has a couple of albums and a great voice.

His name is David J. Roch.

You should look him up. He’s on YouTube, Spotify, iTunes, Google Play and I’m sure he’s on more.

When I said “unknown”, I meant the ‘he-does-not-even-have-a-wikipedia-page-kind’ of unknown. But I really don’t understand how come, because in my opinion (which is of course the answer to the question, not everybody shares my opinion, but I just really love him), he is a great artist.

His songs are all unique and touching. It’s not just a couple of songs about the same stuff that all sound the same. He himself said this once: “The songs I write are chapters from my life put to music to allow me to make sense of what I have done and what I will do.” Of course most artist will speak of their music like this, but I believe him.

There’s no artist I can really compare him with. His songs are full of emotions and he means every word. Of course these are just my thoughts, it’s not like I asked him before writing this, but it really sounds like that to me.

The point is, he makes beautiful music and I thought that deserved a little more attention.

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the silence is too quiet, but the music makes it seem like a party.

but life can be a party, right. just trying to get the most out of it? so am I, and everybody else. shame our mosts don’t go along so well.

I keep thinking and thinking and thinking but I can’t come close to calming this chaos down.

and honestly, I don’t even know what causes this chaos. it’s probably me and my thoughts but I keep thinking and thinking and thinking but I can’t come close to calming this chaos down.

I keep searching for some solution, like the ones you could find for the pain in your wrist or the new road you don’t benefit from. but the truth is there is no right thing. because you made a choice and I admire that because I don’t think I could have done the same but you had a choice.

now I don’t want to be dramatic because I’m sure it won’t be that bad and we’ll make the best out of it but that we even have to say that.

I’ll just keep playing around with my ring making it spin and fall so there’s neither silence nor a party.

the truth is I keep thinking and thinking and thinking and I wish I didn’t.

can’t you just be normal for once.

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I don’t understand time.

No matter how hard I try, I just cannot wrap my head around time.

What even is it?

What makes us value time so much? Is is not overrated?

How come we can do certain actions in time, and that sometimes time goes fast, and sometimes it does not while we might in fact be doing the same overrated thing in the same overrated amount of time because that is what we said we would do.

We can say that we live with time, but time is everything is it not

It makes me so angry that time is in fact our life

I want to run around and shout and dance and play and laugh whenever I want

Wake me up when the world has kicked of time, when rehab is done

until then I’ll be dreaming of living timeless

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