Poems in true chronological order by post date
-> file: messages/172 ═══════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────────── Did you know you can use Cheetos (or just chips) as a condiment/garnish? Be creative 🥰 ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: messages/173 ═══════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────────── When you die, nobody will ever taste your cooking again. Nobody will even remember what it tastes like. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: messages/174 ═══════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────────── When I'm gone, I leave nothing behind. When I'm gone, I pray that makes room for you to blossom. I had a pretty good life. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: messages/175 ═══════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────────── I love my mom. She has never once harmed me. I love my dad. He is so precious and important to me. I love my cat, my sisters, my friends and my lovers. I love my cousins and my half-siblings and all of them put together. I love every human I meet, there's nothing but kindness [replete], so why am I unendingly [yearning for] purchase? [a sense of stability or hand hold that a climber might use to put one foot in front of another] In all of my trials, the errors of my denials, here on this earth I am defeat. Goodnight, sweet moon, my dearest precious boy. Goodnight, for tomorrow's your beckoning ploy. [pillow?] ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: messages/176 ═══════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────────── Before death, there is a last for everything. Your last meal, the last song you sung, the last time you held someone in your arms and the last time you looked at the sky in wonder. Then, you die, and there's nothing but stone forevermore. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: fediverse/833 ═══════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────────── @user-591 yep they're very profitable for the banks ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: fediverse/834 ╔══════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────────────┐ ║ wonder if any autistic peeps can relate: │ ║ │ ║ growing up, my mom would chastise me for doing "the bare minimum" when │ ║ completing tasks. │ ║ │ ║ yes, mom, I fulfilled the requirements of the task. I have a lot of other │ ║ things to attend to, like remembering how to tie my shoes and measuring things │ ║ using a ruler. why would I waste effort that wasn't necessary? │ ║ │ ║ when I grew up, I had a mentor, who told me to "never half ass things, because │ ║ then someone like me will have to do it again." │ ║ │ ║ and that makes sense to me because context switching requires effort and it │ ║ doesn't make sense to leave something half-finished because then there's wasted │ ║ effort spent on things that don't matter. All of the tasks have to get done, so │ ║ why bother doing them in a mixed up order? │ ║ │ ║ wish I could study things in school like that. just... focusing on one thing at │ ║ a time, learning it to completion, and moving on to the next. I feel like I'd │ ║ develop a better understanding than only knowing like, 1/3rd of CPR or very │ ║ vague understandings of plate tec │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ │ different │ ╚═════════╧═══════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────┴───────────┘ |