The truth is that human beings will always be casualties,
scapegoats for god's egotistical whims and greed.
They wait for redemption, deliverance from unseen restraints,
whispering prayers into silence, hoping something listens,
hoping something answers.
Wishing for a bright day, blue sky, birds on branches,
peace across all horizons.
A stillness untouched by fear, by noise, by time itself.
The wind blows as lightly as the summer breeze you felt as a child, lying in the grass
counting stars and dreams of a grand future to come.
Which inevitably never came..
Children became adults with fractured personalities.
Promises were never kept, they thinned, they splintered, they fell to dust,
leaving them stuck in chaos and unrequited dreams,
repeating themselves in empty patterns.
Days blurred into years,
and years into something harder to recognize.
What once felt certain became distant,
what once felt close became unreachable.
Tarnished by dark ailments of the mind,
incapable of holding a thought or seeing it through,
everything slipping through unseen cracks,
we hand ourselves over to a quiet undoing, within and without.
The species is gone.
What remains are empty husks,
moving, speaking, resembling what once was,
shells of past worshippers of gods,
echoes of belief without meaning,
rituals repeated with nothing behind them.
And still, no grand message from the heavens ever came.
Then, as if the cosmos itself is mocking our existence,
as if all of this was always meant to end this way,
the sun turns blindingly bright, and then suddenly black,
signaling the end of stars in the sky.
One by one, they disappear,
until nothing remains to be seen.
Steam and roaring magma swallow the land,
not in anger, but in indifference, as nature intended,
clouds of smoke rising high enough to reach the heavens,
as if trying to return something that was never taken.
There is no one left to witness it.
No one left to remember.
The bright blue dot is no more.
Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 12:30 PM UTC
As I sat down and gazed upon this empty field of nothingness,
I felt a strange warmth. I can't quite describe it.
But it's been calling to me ever since
to follow,
to listen,
to let myself drift like ether into the dark.
Only the rays of our great bringer of life can cast light upon that void.
I long to feel that warmth again,
to breathe the scent of wildflowers,
to see blades of grass waltz in the wind,
to hear my name being spoken
by her calm, resonating voice.
To look into her eyes
and let every burden fall away
as if she were the sworn enemy of the void itself.
I keep reaching
for that same feeling,
the moment when flesh and spirit converge,
where stars echo every wish I've ever whispered,
where hope, love, and peace
still wander this fractured world.
They say they'd give anything for such beauty,
yet so often stray from its path.
For humanity is mercurial
and still
the most breathtaking force I’ve ever known.
I never truly believed in a creator
until now.
Perplexed by these thoughts
yet I embrace them
even the broken ones.
I am far from perfect. This I know.
But I refuse to dwell in the realm of "what if."
I move forward
even as the path twists and falters
and I am at peace.
When my time comes to leave this world
I will leave behind
my spirit
to guide you...
forever...
May 14, 2025
May 14, 2025 at 9:59 PM UTC
Time stood still and you were there,
Golden girl with windswept hair.
But time moves on, it will not wait,
It left me at the garden gate.
The wind crept in through silent cracks,
Like memories that pull me back.
Your presence once lit up my skies,
Without you, love just slowly dies.
The sunlight reached the isle unknown,
Where echoes rest and dreams have flown.
A place of sorrow, soft and deep,
Where yearning sings itself to sleep.
The notes now whisper in my ear,
Let go the weight, release the fear.
Yet still I ask with breath held tight,
Which voice in me is truly right?
Vines grew around the rocks I knew,
They held me fast, as doubt still grew.
So I left one truth for all to see
Be yourself, and you’ll be free.
May 12, 2025
May 12, 2025 at 12:51 PM UTC
Crossing the ocean of endless stars
Will you be there waiting for me,
Or do I have to still my heart
And antagonize the entire nature of my character.
Opened feelings, no fear at all
I took out the deepest part of me
And bathed in your light,
Only for you to shove me back into the endless ocean of void.
It was the scent of the sea that opened the memory,
Where sunlight blurred my vision, and I saw you
Tall, dark hair, eyes that charm,
And a smile that negated everything wrong in my world.
I wish the story wouldn't end.
I have to walk back into the cairn of insecure souls,
Wandering aimlessly, pondering what they did wrong
In this life or the next.
I dream of escape, of finally leaving the void behind.
May 3, 2025
May 3, 2025 at 7:05 AM UTC
Walking down this long, empty street,
littered with dried leaves and scattered pebbles,
crashing waves, their echoes trailing on the shore.
The color blue pulls your gaze away
from cracked asphalt to a valley of dandelions.
They say this flower means hope,
a symbol of healing and resilience.
Surely, that's what you need right now
to hold strength in your heart,
to overcome,
to live out every little boy’s dream
of becoming strong to help others.
Sunlight drifts through the kitchen window,
the sea breeze stirs the curtain
into an ethereal dance.
The scent of homecooked fish fills the room,
and on the balcony,
you feel the warm press of the sun on your skin.
A moment so perfect
you want to return to it every time.
Now, you lace up your shoes,
pull on a worn t-shirt,
and step back onto the empty road.
You don’t know where it leads
but maybe that’s the point.
The scorching asphalt warps the air,
figures sway in the distance,
a trick of the heat,
a Mirage.
Still, you trudge on
until the light of dusk
finally fades.
Mar 21, 2025
Mar 21, 2025 at 6:00 PM UTC
Reaching the end is no simple thing,
you need strength of body and a soul ready to give it all.
It’s not about dark feelings of the mind,
nor the friendly souls supporting you or not.
It falls on you to be prepared for everything.
It doesn’t have to be a lonesome road, though.
You find all kinds of people in your life
just follow the hum, the silent thread that connects
this world with the realm of bravery and grit,
and embrace the melody of reconciliation.
I’ve fought those shadows long enough.
It’s time to poise myself and fight back.
Be it the dark sickness or an ailment of the mind,
I will triumph over this and renew my world
for my soul is tempered, my body unshaken.
I rise anew, my world reborn.
Mar 13, 2025
Mar 13, 2025 at 8:56 AM UTC
I let the light fade away,
to chase an unattainable dream.
My thoughts assail the blistering glow,
a silent echo of what I know.
I wander the endless fields of lore,
never looking back, nor doubting more.
For I have embraced my truth at last,
and paid the price for sins long past.
Now, this once empty shell stirs to life again,
clinging to old habits, reliving the past.
Only time will tell if my penance was in vain,
or if redemption still lingers beyond the veil.
Mar 10, 2025
Mar 10, 2025 at 12:46 PM UTC
In this boundless world, I have known only you,
You were there with every breath I took,
To shelter my heart, to kindle my hope,
That one day, this merciless suffering will be gone.
Above the sky, a Giant Turtle drifts through the air,
Ancient and wise, it holds countless tales to tell.
For millennia, it has sailed the sea of clouds,
Never once pausing, never once looking below.
Each whisper of wind has carried me here,
To a bed of yellow flowers beneath the Great Oak.
The story speaks of one who once stood there
The one who once brought joy and love to this world.
Mar 10, 2025
Mar 10, 2025 at 5:33 AM UTC
The Calm Sea
When Magda died, all barriers broke.
No depression, no sorrow, just stillness.
Like the calmest sea, flat and dark,
stretching beyond sight.
I existed in my purest form, MYSELF.
No borrowed traits, no learned habits.
Just being.
Sometimes I envy that state,
but I know not to linger too long in it.
I only acted, every word, every motion,
a performance for the world.
Like a machine, programmed to react,
empty of meaning, void of self.
When something new arrived,
it never truly touched me.
Just a passing flicker in short-term memory.
I drifted further,
speaking less, withdrawing more,
except to the few who still reached me.
Then, the ripples came.
Subtle at first, but they grew,
stirring the abyss, reshaping me.
I gathered fragments of the past,
blending them with the present,
constructing a new SELF,
wiser, changed.
I struggle to recall what came next.
What did I feel beyond the void?
Only that I found love again—
deeper, truer.
It grounds me. It holds me safe.
Now, standing at the edge once more,
I wonder what memories will resurface.
This is not a will,
nor a testament.
Just words adrift,
like autumn leaves, restless in this October wind.
Left for the reader to unravel,
to find meaning or glimpse
into the corridors of my mind,
a reflection of this fleeting moment.
A glimpse into a mind meeting mortality,
facing fragility once again.
I do not yet know how I will bear it.
The womb that gives life,
that nurtures, shelters, loves unconditionally
how can I fathom its absence?
I understand now..
some beings never leave us,
we carry them always.
Yet in the fleeting moment of loss,
the weight feels unbearable.
An internal big bang
a collapse into that quiet sea once more.
One day, I will face my own mortality.
Soon, or in the distant unknown.
I fear it,
but I long for it too.
The beauty of nothingness calls to me,
whispering in the hush of the tide.
And sometimes,
I listen.
Mar 6, 2025
Mar 6, 2025 at 3:46 AM UTC
The Dark Ailment
The day came when silence consumed my mind.
My mouth no longer had the strength
to speak the thoughts that haunted me,
keeping sleep far from my grasp.
I left behind the warmth that once made me feel safe
and wandered into unknown paths
where flowers bloom all year round,
where the scent of the sea follows you wherever you go.
Where once, a small child took its first steps,
hoping to find a friend.
But the day came when everything was erased,
and a violent new beginning was forced upon the world.
The child had no friends
and was driven back into the loneliness of solitude.
The sea fell silent.
Its scent no longer carried memories
memories of your mother unwrapping your lunch,
saying:
"Come, eat something, Giorgos.
Don’t go into the water just yet, you’ll sink."
Just as the universe itself sank into darkness.
The flowers vanished.
No one felt safe anymore.
No one sleeps now.
Dreams have turned into waking nightmares,
lurking in every mind
that has chosen to remain silent.
It feels like something is eating you
from the inside out,
slowly,
until it’s too late.
There are no sensations.
No dreams.
And nowhere left to go
except for the few steps
this sickness still allows you to take.
Mar 6, 2025
Mar 6, 2025 at 3:08 AM UTC