Open Mic: My Last Poem

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   Heavenly,

Art seems to me
like a war without peace to be.
Broken recollections of common intersections
of summoned preconceptions. 
Your heart is fadeless,
like a permanent paint.
working pace of intellectual curiosity,
ineffective ministry of mayhem and misery.
singing lines of solitude that are severely spoken,
dreams that are deep, but weaken my inspections. 
You were true but false, choosing not all 
but subtle remedy of paint that is saintly.
chasing the pedigree of pain that is penalty.
insane centers seek, a play of lowering energy.
paying nothing, praying for anything
staying in the entering of your meditating ending.
Throughout my life, I loved no one
and because of that, no one loved me.
what I wanted and all I wanted was to cure intention,
So now, it is time for me to return to my pure dimension.

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Alien365 Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Groupie Joined: 31 December 2020 Status: Offline Points: 43	Post Options Post Reply Quote Alien365 Report Post Likes(0) Quote Reply Topic: My Last Poem Posted: 07 September 2025 at 5:12pm
	Heavenly, Art seems to me like a war without peace to be. Broken recollections of common intersections of summoned preconceptions. Your heart is fadeless, like a permanent paint. working pace of intellectual curiosity, ineffective ministry of mayhem and misery. singing lines of solitude that are severely spoken, dreams that are deep, but weaken my inspections. You were true but false, choosing not all but subtle remedy of paint that is saintly. chasing the pedigree of pain that is penalty. insane centers seek, a play of lowering energy. paying nothing, praying for anything staying in the entering of your meditating ending. Throughout my life, I loved no one and because of that, no one loved me. what I wanted and all I wanted was to cure intention, So now, it is time for me to return to my pure dimension.

Alien365 Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Groupie Joined: 31 December 2020 Status: Offline Points: 43	Post Options Post Reply Quote Alien365 Report Post Likes(0) Quote Reply Posted: 08 September 2025 at 8:31am
	It's so comfortable in my new apartment. So comfortable. When I wrote this it was just me and it was silent. Anyway, this is my last poem.

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	I suppose there's a fine line between keystyle and poetry. As for this it works thematically and technically, sort of melancholic and forsaken vibes here with an introspective touch. The paint\pain was an interesting link, not sure if that was your direct intention tho. Also the last lines came off as notable with some sombre ambiguity. Other than your use of vocab was fitting, not too simple nor intricate, as such it's eloquent enough while being an available read.