A brown bow
discarded as it was
on the cold floor
left to the seasons
the termites
and nature's will
when they returned
t'was not as it was
but it had not moved
nor been moved
had it been I
or perhaps you
rather the brown bow
would we have seeked shelter
or stayed still
awaiting the one
Who left us there
to move us
to a safer storage space?
Nov 23, 2025
Nov 23, 2025 at 1:13 PM UTC
Snowstorms
A pirate's worst fear
A soldier's worst fate
A bird's worst season
She's a storm.
Revving beneath the surface
Waiting to explode
Into millions of shards
Piercing
No one left unscathed,
Those are the times
She smiles brightest
Covered in a scent
Metallic and horrid
Yet
in her eyes
That's home
Life feels most valuable
When death is close to her—
Everyone questions
Her mechanics
Yet
I'm sure
She is a storm
Most alive
When she's wild
Untamed—
My home,
A stable place
One always constant
One immovable—
In its madness
Content,
I'll sink
Within that snowtorm
Because I know—
You'll take me in your arms,
Unflinching,
When my scars
Begin to leak
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 10:29 AM UTC
Let It pass
Today be a day
Within a week
Within a month
Within a year
the tree only grows—
My will erodes
Had we met the day
That has passed
I would've smiled,
Extended my hand,
We'd share a word
Or maybe more
Yet I find I can not
Promise it'd be the same
Upon this very day
For worthless
Is a word:
A thing without value
Yet
Still, I breathe—
And the grass stays green
What day is the tree to fall?
They say we learn
As the sun rises and sets
And roads wear down
As shoes and tires move—
Seasons still change
Why is it we come back?
I choke
I survive
I learn to breathe once more
Then again,
Choke I shall
My,
How cruel fate is
How false life is
And how the brain deceives— ha!
Why must we persist?
Cursed is our existence
Hollow a husk I am
Mended from the Brown
Earth below
As words unspoken
Hover between us
Before they erupt
And wound
And anger—
So it comes
You shout
You care
You love
You share
You are,
And dearly, I implore you:
Exempt me
From your life
Our memories we share
Bitter or sweet
For I wear thin
Amidst your care
Your existence Upon mine.
So if I am to die
This day
Or the one to come
My body be at peace
I'd owe you not a thing,
As we never were
For what is your love to me?
What purpose I carry?
What I am?
Let me wither.
A selfish being
And I apologize—
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 3:12 PM UTC
The sky is
still—
A cold
Silent embrace
Bestowed upon thee
By the starved earth
below
It yearns for life
A wet sensation
Unto its surface
So it may bear
vegetation
To feed the abandoned young
For they are no more
Then incompetent dwellers
Upon the ground,
They play
They sing
They dance
And
They ****
All animals that breathe
That survive
simple
As they are
That hunt,
eat
and sleep
No complications
of taxes
Hierarchies and wars
"Yet is it that those animals themselves
Survive not by killing one another?"
They drive not
One another,
knowingly,
extinct
They be cruel
But have far less intelligence
Then the children
Whom **** not only the animals
But themselves aswell
And thereof:
The sky is
still
With poison, we make
And shall breathe
And the earth weeps
For the children ****** it
Slowly.
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 6:12 AM UTC
He is a *******
A wreck without direction
Floating aimlessly
Amidst the vast sea
A theft of time
His own
And those around him
His shoulders?
Unburdened
By the weight
Brought to him
By life themself
Simply
he stares
Testing life's mercy
Seamlessly unaware
Of their cruelty
He hides behind
Complex reasons
Conning sweet, cruel life
In the end
When all Is done
And said
He'll stand shamefully
Labeling himself
victim
And I'd stare at him
Thinking:
Idiotically, naive
man
How foolish can you become?
And I've seen you
Try to make sense
Of why you lack it
The drive they all have
The care they carry
like it's law
And how you look down
upon your uncalloused hands
Wondering if you've broke
Or been born broke
What wrong you did
That they all did right?
What is agency ?
Fear
you know well
But this...
Is a concept
Known only by name
Not experience
And how you think it
Changing
Becoming another
But where do you begin?
Why can't you give that up?
Why don't you listen?
Why don't you do?
*******
I stare at you
In the mirror
Nothing more of you
The promise made of you
Which you did not follow through
*******
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 3:45 PM UTC