Thu, 23 Apr 2026 16:30:52 +0200 https://hearthis.at/8dvywp7z/ en-EN contact@hearthis.at contact@hearthis.at https://hearthis.at/8dvywp7z/ https://img.hearthis.at/8/5/9/_/uploads/3467415/image_user/w1400_h1400_q70_ptrue_v2_----cropped_a942e469b8a2bf7b365abd3952914135img1958.jpg no no https://hearthis.at/8dvywp7z/upbydown/ It's the first thing I have ever "composed", just bear that in mind.
I'm about as musical as a rock, but this was fun to tinker with by intuition alone.
It also encourages me to learn more about how musical composition works.]]> It's the first thing I have ever "composed", just bear that in mind.
I'm about as musical as a rock, but this was fun to tinker with by intuition alone.
It also encourages me to learn more about how musical composition works.]]> 940847 no no Wed, 29 Jun 2016 17:12:04 +0200 2016-06-29T17:12:04+02:00 1:03 https://hearthis.at/8dvywp7z/this-never-happened-she-said/ An unexpected non-sequitur.
We had been sipping tea or coffee or something.
We had been reminiscing about the old street,
Back when none of us were single.
"yeah, I miss it, too", I said.

"No. I mean right now", you corrected.
As I turned to see your face, it betrayed little.
Impassive but alert. Warm but not intimate. No passion.
I was willing, but remember: this never happened to me.
Something seemed wrong about it,
But was there any harm?

I asked if I could think about it.
You thought about it, too, as we watched a movie.
Halfway through some Ridley Scott epic, we held each other.
We touch-explored and memory only tells me this is true:
With no further reason beyond the will to be,
I soon lay naked there with you.
It wasn't love but, then again,
This never happened.
Awkward, at first, we found our place,
Our touch and pull, our rhythm and pace.
"no kissing", you admonished, speaking only that.

Though I rest spent and full inside you,
That was your concern.
Too personal.
Too intimate.

We held each other for a while, you left within the hour,
Saying, "this never happened", and my only thought,
My only answer to you,
Was a solemn confirmation,
That nothing could be more true.

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1045361/this-never-happened-she-said/]]> An unexpected non-sequitur.
We had been sipping tea or coffee or something.
We had been reminiscing about the old street,
Back when none of us were single.
"yeah, I miss it, too", I said.

"No. I mean right now", you corrected.
As I turned to see your face, it betrayed little.
Impassive but alert. Warm but not intimate. No passion.
I was willing, but remember: this never happened to me.
Something seemed wrong about it,
But was there any harm?

I asked if I could think about it.
You thought about it, too, as we watched a movie.
Halfway through some Ridley Scott epic, we held each other.
We touch-explored and memory only tells me this is true:
With no further reason beyond the will to be,
I soon lay naked there with you.
It wasn't love but, then again,
This never happened.
Awkward, at first, we found our place,
Our touch and pull, our rhythm and pace.
"no kissing", you admonished, speaking only that.

Though I rest spent and full inside you,
That was your concern.
Too personal.
Too intimate.

We held each other for a while, you left within the hour,
Saying, "this never happened", and my only thought,
My only answer to you,
Was a solemn confirmation,
That nothing could be more true.

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1045361/this-never-happened-she-said/]]> 934220 no no Wed, 22 Jun 2016 17:26:23 +0200 2016-06-22T17:26:23+02:00 2:31 https://hearthis.at/8dvywp7z/your-clay-pigeons/ ~
This one was beautiful. I sculpted it myself. Did you know that?
It took years and, if I’m completely honest, I was overly fond of it.
I’d made many, of course. I had to. We all had to.
Cupped, round, and smooth, heavy in my hand like a clay pigeon.
So beautiful...

Somehow it began in light,
Naïveté and youth.
I used to say it just felt right,
And free from all abuse.

At first it formed a perfect ring,
Of lies I thought were true.
I bring it, now, to end the thing.
I bring it, now, to you.

Because every thing must have its place,
Every thing in its own time.
This beautiful thing has failed it's need,
Inspiring only pain and rhyme.

-but may it live in memory, still,
May the growth outweigh the pain.
When pain brings growth beyond your will,
Remember fondly, this thing, again.

So why did I smile when you asked me to hold it?
Why did I find it fitting that you made me load it into the trap?
Why were the lines formed by your braced shoulder,
your leveled forearm, your
outstrectched, cradled hand,
so beautiful...
when you inclined your head,
Closed one eye, and,
Steady, raised your sights?

Why did I love you so much for pulling the trigger?
]]> ~
This one was beautiful. I sculpted it myself. Did you know that?
It took years and, if I’m completely honest, I was overly fond of it.
I’d made many, of course. I had to. We all had to.
Cupped, round, and smooth, heavy in my hand like a clay pigeon.
So beautiful...

Somehow it began in light,
Naïveté and youth.
I used to say it just felt right,
And free from all abuse.

At first it formed a perfect ring,
Of lies I thought were true.
I bring it, now, to end the thing.
I bring it, now, to you.

Because every thing must have its place,
Every thing in its own time.
This beautiful thing has failed it's need,
Inspiring only pain and rhyme.

-but may it live in memory, still,
May the growth outweigh the pain.
When pain brings growth beyond your will,
Remember fondly, this thing, again.

So why did I smile when you asked me to hold it?
Why did I find it fitting that you made me load it into the trap?
Why were the lines formed by your braced shoulder,
your leveled forearm, your
outstrectched, cradled hand,
so beautiful...
when you inclined your head,
Closed one eye, and,
Steady, raised your sights?

Why did I love you so much for pulling the trigger?
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