i can feel the decay,
receding gums,
words that refuse to stay.
i can feel the decay,
a slow forgetting,
memories thinning into dismay.
i can feel the decay
as i grind down
on the weight i consume,
hoping, still, i pray.
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 1:55 PM UTC
there is no space
within my body
that could cradle tomorrow.
it shelters only yesterday,
held too tightly,
wedged between
tooth and nail.
the present slips
through loosened fingers,
as i wait for something
real and undeniable
to remain.
Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 5:26 PM UTC
i wish i could disappear into spaces,
fold myself into corners,
consumed by a quiet malaise,
swollen with unspoken anger.
loneliness settles, like dust,
and i feel myself dissolving
into something impermeable,
no longer flesh,
but part of the structure itself.
i become the building
that houses these reflections,
where shapes begin to form
in the dimness,
and still,
i cannot recognize them,
though they move
exactly like me.
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 3:51 AM UTC
1 bless it is, the exhaustion from creation,
a man-made dilemma, turned omnipotent on hands of degradation
2 you who have nothing left, not the sun, nor the moon, not the river, nor the seas; only the tangible taste of the afternoon
3 left with a plight only for those who have thought,
here are the senses from nature, borrowed and wrought:
4 from the rotundity of stars to the curling veins of vines, from the clinging of tendrils to the sharp, feral zest of wine
5 there is grass that trembles, and flowers that bloom; so much to behold, and even more to assume.
Apr 25
Apr 25, 2026 at 4:51 PM UTC
most of my days are spent
crouched in corners,
consumed by a quiet malaise,
and pent-up anger.
i peer through opaque matter,
searching for a feeling
strong enough to outlive my sonder,
aching for a reality not borrowed, not lived through others.
and over time,
as shadows take their shape,
not from grime
but from something deeper
reflections begin to form,
mimics of a self
i recognize,
living away from the land that carries my name.
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 4:26 PM UTC
Escape is the mind's extremity
From timid eyes of vulgarity
Dashing through the shackles of legality
Frolicking, dancing, twirling
For the crest of susceptibility
Even with the hunger of mind's extremity
The animal lies with its deep responsibility
--To fill the gaps within its community
And halt the vapid temerity
From the absurdity of one's own homogeneity
Are they truly a family?
If one's own father hits his lover
Aren't we just another culture of impunity?
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 3:46 PM UTC
love reveals itself in the mundane,
in the cracks of pavement where wildflowers insist,
in words never spoken, only imagined,
in eyes heavy with longing,
in embraces that press too hard against the ribcage.
speak to me, though you have no mouth.
speak through your hands.
touch me, though you were born without them.
touch me through your kiss.
it stays with me
in a dim-lit room,
with bugs and roaches that eat what little i have.
it lingers just long enough
for me to almost reach it,
long enough to miss it.
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 11:25 AM UTC
some sleep on sheets of short-sighted
shadows of the past,
as they persist in pressing, punishing
phantoms of their minds.
some sleep on murky memories of
melancholic histories,
meander and mired in mazes of
misremembered moments.
some sleep on empty benches, enveloping
entireties of elaborate realities,
praying for the writhing pain to write its
own destiny.
some sleep in hollow halls
and haunted houses
harboring hesitant hearts
hoping for hope's humble hand.
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 1:04 PM UTC
1st day, the people's screams, thundering
A toddler's rallying cry, her father's hand grasped
An explosion on the sea, wind and water blustering
The sky burns crimson, where a child's dreams collapsed
7th day, fatality that excludes
Children and mothers' hand-by-hand
Humanity that protrudes
Wreckage and destruction across the land
14th day, a combustion of the heart
Where are the flames of love that used to flicker?
A vulnerability that departs
Grime and shadows, growing thicker
21st day, such is a poor man's reality
Silent tears trace lines of fragile dignity
There is no place for nobility
On a land that trembles with futility
28th day, a body yet to be found
Why does hatred persist, unbound?
Resonance of red splatter resound
There is no heaven, for this is already inferno's tortured souls, drowned?
30th day, blood and smoke mark their toll
No ear heeds the children's voiceless call
A body lying on the floor, no use to unravel
Breathing or a tired heart? Darkness stands tall
A month, a year, a decade unfurled
Devastation engraved on a man's psyche
Forgotten, perhaps, by the man's child
But never to the lines and dust of a grown face
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 9:20 AM UTC
on the verge of a burnout
and probably the best night of my life,
cigarettes burn quickly
and desires rage passionately,
poems are produced
and prophecies are inherited...
LOVE the forbidden
for the fruit of Eden yearns for young blood...
i am just like my father,
the only difference is i know my art
and he has forgotten his...
i am going insane,
but who isn't in a concrete city?
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 9:04 AM UTC