Im not depressed, i'm fine,
But-

Im stuck with this
weird feeling

Where I feel more better,

speaking to people,

who know me less better

The Calmness, the Stillness,
the chill of despair,
the voices of the unknown,
of the Whispers in the Air!!

Are you hearing the coded messages,
of what they are trying to say???, or
are you still trying to decipher them,
this very single day, or
maybe you are unaware of them, and
you are letting them go astray!!

They may seem to be a bit eerie,
of what you are trying to hear,
these Whipsers in the air,
they tend to bring to you fear,

You're incoherent of
its understanding, but
It Doesn't seem to make any sinse,
Your mind and thoughts are boggled and
Filled with so much suspense,

So, just listen to the voices,
with certainty and with care,
There is a message you need
to comprehend,
This whispers in the Air!!


B.R.
Date: 5/30/2025

The sharp taps of the clock await my silence to break free from my wistful whisper—to never hear it while my eyes are shot open, to find my nerve and trigger it—as the sadness carefully passes through my system. Too far gone to care, leaving me paralyzed in a cold, soft, sinking bed.

It was a momentary piece where my head had the sensation of being stroked like piano keys, where a soft yet disturbing melody filled the place, and I closed my eyes, lulling me to my deep slumber.

There’s that unknown peace where a deep slumber could lead to an eternal doom—where the past, the present, and the future collide together, where everything exists together, whether in a beautiful song that’s pieced together, or loneliness held in thousands of agonies.

One thing is for sure, I have the guts to love the doomsday, and all things are possible because it is the end of May.

Life is a beautiful emotional symphony.
A tapestry of exquisitely arranged chords of truth,
melodies of blue.
All orchestrated and arranged in a stunning range of love,
and a lasting stanza, encompassing all that is unknown..
I hope your melody walks with you gracefully all your life.
May it softly serenade you when you believe all hope has vanished,
and offer you healing, always remaining by your side,
whispering to you endlessly, from dusk till dawn.

-Rhia Clay

No questions less fear
No lost no care
Can't relate, nor share
Be it here or there
Seems the same all fair
Why must it be unclear
Fear it now fear it near
Time will come, it shall declare
The truth of the matter &where
Fear should come in from there
Give it to and take it as a pair
Accumulated thoughts are rare
To think lost won't breath your air
Must be a fool upon your heir
Wet drops of questions in a form of a tear
Could this be you my dear fear
Why? What? When? And? Where?
Visible as a piece of sheer
Forgot no super being lived here
But open your eyes, and open your ear
Listen to what the world is trying to tell
when it's telling you what you need to hear