L. V., I Found This Poem Glinting Like A Coin At The Bottom Of A Fountain In Rome

your page is like going to a museum; each post like a painting. Specifically the ones you weave your poems with classical paintings. i can go over the details for a long while. it feels like taking a magnifying glass to a miniature work of art to fully appreciate the little touches; and when i step back, i see the whole painting -- the bigger picture. thank you for the experience.

This is far too lovely. Thank you, dear stranger. You made my heart feel a little less heavy today.

L. V., i found this poem when a stranger on the bus sat next to me

13: "...Eight years later, I still dream about him." "...stare at his pictures on my phone everyday...scared to forget the color of his eyes, his smile and his laugh lines..." "...I don’t really look at his pictures anymore but it’s because I don’t need to anymore. I only have to close my eyes and I can see his face clearly in my mind..." "...always used to laugh a lot until our sides hurt alot..." "...still remember all the stories...about his childhood."

L. V., sometimes we don’t need to listen to the reader or the critics or the voices in our head

[i found this poem in my drafts, where it should have remained (pt. 8)]

L. V., i found this poem when we went to the park after having had too much caffeine

L. V., i found this poem as i swept the confetti away

well, i'm no expert, but apart from fe, i suspect specks of fi too. as i have said, i haven't had much time to ponder on you (you, not your blogs), thus it's a tad bit difficult to say. in any case, what i say doesn't matter, i just wished to know. otherwise i can promise my curiosity will keep wandering and haunt me with every glimpse of yours.

You got it right, apart from one letter. At least, based on the last time I took it. So I don't know, maybe you're right with your speculation. But I also did have one other result prior to the most recent one that was pretty consistent throughout the years.

okay i just found THE blog

I don't know what this means. Someone tell me what this means.

EDIT:

Editing this to make it my pinned post. If you're new here, this is basically THE blog (as evidenced above). Welcome. I hope you enjoy picking apart the insides of my mind.

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L. V., i found this poem stuck between wakefulness & dreams

L. V., i found this poem in the middle of a script no one will ever read

L. V., a broken haiku