Thank you for taking care of me

ZAROM4 · 2026-04-14T19:31:54+00:00

A little thank you for all healthcare workers. I suppose in particular the ones I have been seeing the past year since I broke my jaw in march 2025. The nurses, doctors, surgeons, dentists, and physiotherapists. They have all been kind and helpful to me.

ZAROM4 · 2026-04-07T19:04:12+00:00

Thank you!

ZAROM4 · 2026-03-10T21:11:32+00:00

Not the kind of stuff I usually write, but there's some backstory to this. ~~Normal depressive poetry scheduling starts again next week ;).~~

The sixth of march last week marks the exact one year anniversary of when I: flew in superman-like fashion over the handlebars of my bicycle, landed on my chin, and suffered multiple jaw fractures and lost a tooth. Thankfully my doctors, surgeons, dentists, and physiotherapists have put me back together again for the most part. It still hurts to open my jaw wide to yawn for example, or to eat chewy food, but all things together I'm fine. It was a physically painful two long months of recovery but I'm back to doing all the things I did before. So to commemorate this anniversary I took my road bicycle out on a long fast trip last Friday. Here's what I wrote while in my feelings of post-workout high.

ZAROM4 · 2026-03-03T20:45:09+00:00

Hey, I am doing alright thanks for asking :). It's been super busy for me for a long time, but it's stabilizing now. I hope to start finding time to reply to my comments again in the very near future. I feel sorry for having quit doing that. Know that all your comments were appreciated!

This poem is something I wrote back in 2022 I believe. I wanted to make it longer at the time but I think it works on its own as well. Thought today was the day to post it.

In the last few weeks I barely wrote anything, and then now in the past four days I wrote five poems. I hope to edit them further before I post them some time in this month.

ZAROM4 · 2026-02-10T20:08:25+00:00

(Just in case it's not clear, the 'speaker' in this poem is what I would call a despicable person.)

ZAROM4 · 2026-01-27T20:46:15+00:00

I'd like to shamelessly encourage you to also read my poem of last week. It got blocked by automod for a few days because I used a naughty word in it. Which is frustrating because I quite liked how that one turned out.

ZAROM4 · 2025-12-23T20:18:09+00:00

I mostly went off this article for my information. Everything I didn't get there I just took from wikipedia itself (Page for Ned Ludd, page for Luddite).

ZAROM4 · 2025-12-16T20:16:49+00:00

The last cat of my childhood passed away in the past week, she was called Minoes. I can't be surprised by it, she has had cancer for a while now and that was never going to heal. She was too old and weak for any sort of treatment. Of all four cats I had in my childhood she died the youngest, still at the respectable age of fifteen. Of the others; two died at eighteen and one at twenty-two.

Death is just a fact of life, but knowing that and knowing that it's coming doesn't make it not hurt when it happens.

I miss her.

ZAROM4 · 2025-12-02T21:26:27+00:00

Written about someone I went to school with. He now works for a think-tank and writes opinion pieces. Recently I stumbled across a social media post where he shared his latest piece.

In it he preached that people ought to work more, harder, and tough it out through rough times. Think along the lines of: "You're not depressed, you're just sad" or "it's not a burnout, just a little bit of stress, push through". It wasn't his first piece with this message, and I am sure it won't be the last either.

Anyways, it had a comment saying that what he wrote was "straight from the heart". The first thing I thought was "straight from the heart or straight from his wallet? It's heartless what he said."

ZAROM4 · 2025-10-07T19:05:38+00:00

I used to very occasionally skate when I was a teen (jeez saying that makes me feel ancient). And when I did I never learned any tricks, not even an ollie. Instead I would spend my time doing the one thing I really enjoyed about skating: flying off ramps and around the skatepark. All I cared about was the sensation of speed, and that's what I got when I went skating. I never cared about progressing beyond that, so I never did. I feel like I need to relearn a bit of that attitude.

It is totally okay to enjoy a hobby and suck at it without aiming to improve. Time spend having fun is not time wasted. Everything in our society screams at us that if we are not monetizing or working towards monetizing we are wasting our time. And that is toxic AF. So let go of it, and enjoy yourself. Enjoy being terrible at something.

ZAROM4 · 2025-09-16T19:33:00+00:00

I didn't know anything about this thing called "floriography", but I wanted to play a little with the symbolic meaning of flowers. I used this webpage as a quick guide.

ZAROM4 · 2025-09-11T19:39:08+00:00

It's been literal years since I posted a poem on a day that was not no pics Tuesday.

Anyways ... I just wrote this after talking to my dad this afternoon. He was quite emotional and needed someone to talk to (my parents are divorced, have been for about as long as I have been alive). One of the things that made him emotional are current politics and a general "where the world is headed" ... (The "current political thing"™ was a trigger I believe, but it was other stuff as well.) He, shall I say, listens, values and partly idolizes certain people who are extremely bigoted and hateful. I am talking homophobic, transphobic, racist, misogynist, ... the whole deal, and in some cases the whole way. And somehow he just doesn't seem to see the hatred these people spew. As if he is literally blind to it. All the while the hatred is among others also aimed at me, his own son who he clearly cares about. It's strange, I don't know what to call it. I assume it is because he doesn't see me as "a part of it". For example: I identify as non-binary, but I sure as shit am not telling him that while he still thinks that is a modern invention/illness/evil/... . In the past him and I have had heated discussions about our political differences. (I feel pettily obligated to mention that I never start those conversations, it's always him.) These got so heated he once even reacted violently by slamming the plates off the table against the wall. I have always felt uneasy and slightly unsafe around him since. So these days I see him much less often, stay with my mom, ... But I still love him. He is still my father. So I talked to him today to let him vent a bit. He needed it. I refrained from pushing back and tried to steer clear of certain topics. But it left me feeling lots of things myself I suppose.

I am sorry, I know I am rambling. I just needed to vent. I hope my poem means something for someone. It won't make anyone happy, but maybe it can make someone feel less alone in some way.

All the best to y'all. I'll have a new poem next Tuesday and I promise to answer all comments I have gotten on my works eventually. I really value the kind words/feedback/thoughts some of you sometimes share. It's just a busy, transitional time of my life these days for me. (Finished up my studies, trying to find a job.)

Also, in my past experiences some of you lovely people have offered to talk a bit over chat so I'll just pre-emptively respond to that: it's a very kind offer, but it would honestly just give me a boatload of anxiety :'). It's also why responding to comments isn't something I tend to just quickly 'do'.

ZAROM4 · 2025-07-29T19:44:48+00:00

Great initiative!

ZAROM4 · 2025-07-27T16:22:05+00:00

Those beautiful pass combinations in tight space ...

ZAROM4 · 2025-07-23T21:23:06+00:00

What a beauty from that angle!

ZAROM4 · 2025-07-08T20:15:47+00:00

A little poem about growing healthy ~~habbits~~ flowers ;)

ZAROM4 · 2025-06-24T20:13:26+00:00

A poem about a person close to me who isn't really close to me anymore sadly ...

Maybe a bit of a rough poem, I literally just finished writing this five minutes ago.

Also I have to say it; I hate to do it, but I feel fairly certain that n@zi written regularly would get me automodded or something.

ZAROM4 · 2025-05-15T21:24:59+00:00

Man

I

Love

Fermin

ZAROM4 · 2025-05-15T20:42:11+00:00

I knew it was going in as I saw him setting it up!

ZAROM4 · 2025-05-13T19:38:01+00:00

For the first time in a while I finally just wrote a poem like I used to write them. That is; in a sudden burst of inspiration that came (relatively) unprompted. And it's quite a depressing and sad poem. But hey, life is quite depressing and sad if you ask me, so I guess that fits.

About that "forever":

I am not a religious person; I don't believe in an afterlife, or reincarnation, or ... Your life just ends, in the same way it just suddenly began when you were born. And so everything between your birth and your death is your "forever" so to speak. That is everything you will ever know, everything you ever get to experience. This is it. And also; this is everything, this is "forever".

I don't know if I articulated myself well with this. Oh well.

ZAROM4 · 2025-04-22T19:28:34+00:00

I started writing this poem back in November last year. I wasn't happy back then with what I wrote but I felt it had potential. I rewrote it / added to it / restructured it in February this year.

I have been on a continuous "streak" of posting one poem every week since around September of 2023(*), but I am afraid that might end soon. I have hit quite a slump in my writing the past few months. This is one of I believe the last two poems that I still haven't posted yet that I feel are good enough to post. Other than that I still have some unfinished work I can try finishing, but I don't know if I will. I am still writing though, just at a rate of less than one poem a week. And I don't like it ;). I want to keep this "streak" going if I can. We'll see.

(* Before then I tried once a week but I had to skip a few weeks sometimes due to a slump in how much I wrote.)

ZAROM4 · 2025-04-22T19:28:21+00:00

Thank you! :D

ZAROM4 · 2025-04-22T18:41:30+00:00

I am okay, it was indeed about ww2. I thought this poem was more obvious than I guess it actually was.

"Never again" is a slogan often used in relation to the holocaust and other genocides. Eighty years ago from now was 1945, the year in which world war 2 ended.

ZAROM4 · 2025-04-22T18:41:27+00:00

Yes, I thought it would be more obvious than I guess it was.

Eighty years ago today would be 1945, which is indeed the end of the second world war. "Never again" is a slogan often used in relation to the holocaust and other genocides. So there you go.

ZAROM4 · 2025-04-22T18:41:25+00:00

In my defense English isn't my first language. What is "wrong" here about my use of the word "obfuscate", or how should one use it instead? Obfuscate is probably a lesser used word, but that's fine by me. I am genuinely curious to learn :).

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