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isolatedphenomenon · 3 years

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[ID: A poem cut and pasted from various wikipedia articles, with poem text as follows:

humans are generally creatures of habit,

adapted to occupy empty scavenged mollusc shells to protect their fragile exoskeletons

They carry home with them

Popular sayings

Popular sayings about homes include

I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

i want to be alone.

I was reading a book the other day.

I’d like to kiss you, but I just washed my hair.

I’ll be back.

Research showed that these home-place identities are crucial

that we feel severe consequences for not

letting air flow in and out of the lungs.

offering a shield against rough weather, wildlife and dirt.

“Come In”

One version of the chorus for Come In is as follows:

Come in, come in, I'll do the best I can

Come in, come in

because it is distressing.

the world is a heavy burden

particularly where words are insufficient.

Call Me If You Get Lost

I’ll Carry You in My Arms

Bring You Home

Home loss.

See also.

Notes

humans are the only ones to have lost

for example, “I don't feel there is any place I really fit in this world.”

I want to go home may also refer to:

a place that is close to the heart

a particular person who is not interchangeable with anyone else.

a strong desire to form new relationships.

a strong and inevitable feeling that exists in human nature.

I want to go home may also refer to:

a need rather than simply a want.

"What do we know?"

An affectional bond is persistent, not transitory.

“I’ll Carry You Home”

during an average human's life

it must find a larger shell and abandon the previous one

adsum

I am here

“Come to the west and make a home with me there.” End of description.]

anyway I saw this post and got very excited about the concept of wikipedia poems

#i'm trying to force myself to make and share more art bye #wikipedia poem #poetry #my writing #long post #1

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anaise · 3 years

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Fearing What You Loved

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Fearing What you Loved

(Human Interest Article)

There was a man near our house, he's our neighbor. His appearance and stature long passed its youthfulness, grey hair, wrinkled face, and poor posture. He's a good man, in fact our family is close with him, his daughter who's a lot older than me, we have talked before and had some conversations here and there. I know him but I don't know him personally and neither had I ever talked to him before. One day I happened to see him painting on a canvas outside their house, I just came from school that day. You see I love art works, particularly paintings, that's why when I saw him painting I was curious, I tried to look at what he is painting but to no avail I can't see it. Since he's facing the plants I guessed that it's the plants he's painting.

The next day came and I saw him painting once again, since I can't see whatever that he's painting I just then look at the painting materials on the ground. There were brushes and tubes of paint all together in a box, and because I'm an art enthusiast myself I noticed some very expensive paint tubes and paint brushes in that box, they don't look used but they don't look new as well. I try not to stay for too long or I may get caught so I decided that I'll just to talk to his daughter when I get a chance then maybe I can ask her some questions myself because I was getting more curious.

Sunday came and I happened to see her (our neighbor's daughter) outside their house watering plants. We're not quite close but we are well acquainted to each other so I started off by saying hello and sharing that I love paintings and is very interested in them, I then asked if her father happened to be an artist because I saw him painting while I was on my way home a few days ago. Right after I said that she looked at me like she did not just heard what I said, and maybe that's the case because she asked me to repeat what I said one more time. I repeated what I said and her eyes suddenly reflected a pool of emotions. I immediately asked if she's okay and she waves of my concern and told me that she's fine. She then said that yes her father used to be an artist, and it's been so long since her father last hold a brush or anything that's related to art. We talked for a while (for about 3 hours) then she decided to say good bye because she still needs to do something else.

After talking to her I learned that her father used to work as an artist who does commissions and requests back on the earlier days. Even though self portraits and art commissions are getting less popular because of cameras and photography by that time, her father's income can still sustain their family needs, as their family expands and with needs gradually getting higher his father decided to exclusively work under a person who promised to sell her father's work at a higher price and find the best potential buyers for him. The promised amount of pay his father will get will sufficiently support their family. On the first few months of her father's work they are getting by with their everyday expenses.

Her father never minds to over work and to paint, even if he's exhausted and tiredness is evident in his face. Whenever she would ask him to rest or took a day off, her father would just say that he doesn't need it and there will be no difference because weather it's work or pass time, he'll be painting still. With that kind of assertiveness from her father they never really tried to reason with him anymore or make him stop painting, instead they only asked him to rest if he can because they are concerned with his health. With his love and passion for his work they never once expected that there will be a day where her father will hate painting and anything that is related to art. None of them know what to do when their father came home one night and burned all of his paintings and sketches. From then on they never really new what had happened, he just started getting angry or show indifference towards something that is related to painting and art. Some other times his whole body would be shaking as if its afraid of these things. They were younger back then and cannot do anything but to help their parents, and that includes avoiding anything that involves their father's love for art. By the time they started earning their own money she immediately scheduled an appointment for her father to know the reason of his sudden indifference and hate for something that he loves so much. The doctor then diagnosed her father experiencing Post-traumatic disorder, it was said that her father for sure had a very traumatic experience and that he's being reminded of these traumatic experiences every time he see anything that is related to art.

After hearing that story I realized why she was so thankful and grateful that I approached her because as she said, she never once saw her father touch his art supplies, she wouldn't want to force him either but she needs at least an assurance that he's healing and giving himself a chance to recover once again. Her father's story made me think and ponder, it was so sad and it's something that we most likely did not expect to happen. I felt lucky seeing someone doing the things that they had feared in such a long time. It made me feel relieved to know that in the near future all scars of his past will be healed and he will find the joy painting once gave him before.

#painting #Human Interest #neighbor #storytelling

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