... A growl rose behind me — low, ancient. The hairs on my neck prickled. The voice that followed was older than language, yet its meaning settled heavy in my bones:
“Blood has been spilled. Life has been disturbed. The balance will not hold.”
A sudden wind tore through the circle, snuffing every candle in one breath. Darkness rushed in, thick and endless. Something brushed the edge of my mind — unseen, but real — marking me. My soul, once whole, now felt cracked. Something inhuman was waiting to widen it.
I turned toward my mother. Her face was pale, eyes wide in sudden terror. She stepped back, as though realizing too late the depth of what she had unleashed. Her lips parted, but no sound came.
I stumbled from the circle. The night pressed hard against me.
In the days that followed, nothing was the same. Whispers stirred in the quiet hours. Shadows shifted at the edge of my sight. Faint voices called my name from empty corners.
Sleep abandoned me. My dreams were filled with symbols no human should know, landscapes not meant for mortal eyes. In the mirror, my reflection stared back hollow-eyed, as if a part of me had been left behind that night — as payment for a debt I had never agreed to owe.
6h ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 9:57 AM UTC
I stood at the center of the coven’s circle, flanked by my uncle and a friend of his who led the ritual. It wasn’t my choice. I had no choice.
They handed me an old, cracked book and told me to read an excerpt aloud. I refused at first, pleading, but they pressed on with the necromancy.
The air smelled of burning herbs and wet feathers. A **** was swung around me, its wings flapping against the cold night, before guttural words were muttered into the wind.
Then came the bath — water mixed with thick oil, sliced fruit, and other strange concoctions. The liquid clung to my skin like a second layer, its scent heavy and impossible to ignore. Fear shivered through me as the cold bit deep.
My uncle’s voice was low, each syllable vibrating in the stillness as he guided me through the reading. With every word, I felt an unseen weight coil tighter around my chest, tendrils winding around my heart.
They say the road to Hell is paved with good intentions. I knew he had stepped onto it. The air felt charged, as if something ancient had stirred from a long, hateful sleep.
My mother stood outside the circle, her eyes fixed on me. They glowed with a strange light — not joy, not love, but a hunger I didn’t recognize. It was only then I realized there was a part of her I had never known. Her hands trembled slightly, not from cold, but from anticipation.
The ritual ended in silence. A silence so deep it pressed into my ears, whispering of secrets too heavy to name. I felt it before I saw it — an unnatural presence, cold and suffocating, curling at the edges of the shadows.
This isn’t over, something inside me whispered...
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 9:47 AM UTC
I was not born for ceilings,
nor rooms that shrink the lungs—
where light thins out
and breath feels borrowed.
Above me, the sky widens,
a quiet dare to become.
Like Icarus, I rose—
but I have studied the sun.
They say height comes with silence,
that wings are meant to fail,
yet in stillness, hope hardens,
and faith outlives fear.
They call the path jagged,
a cost etched into every step;
their voices fall like dust—
weightless, forgettable.
I do not inherit their limits.
I climb past doubt, past warning,
until the air knows my name—
and the sky makes room for me.
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 9:23 AM UTC
The eternal cord of strife
lies in unspoken words
a fine line that has stifles
the lives of the plain and just
floating through time gaps
thinking of what we could be
If we were not so trapped
by the things that had been
It takes two to tango
but we lost our rhythm needless
because between us, a quiet grew-
patient, cold, and endless
l am tired of the careful dance
of walking soft on brittle glass
waiting for a single glance
to let the ghost of a "winter" pass
but you hold your breath like a blade
and I choke on the things unsaid
until the peace that we have made
is just a house where the heart is dead
~Kngblaq
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 1:54 PM UTC
A Dance of Right & Wrong
~Kngblaq
Days pass by the minutes,
As life unfolds with reason.
Every man must seek out his dreams
In a world where lies thrive and truth dies.
Moments fly like fire’s fleeting cackle—
Life’s duality, the absolute shackles.
The good and the bad must tango
In this eternal struggle for the soul.
Yet hope flickers in silent corners,
Among whispers of forgotten mourners.
Each heart a battlefield unseen,
Waging wars between what is and what’s been.
A stubborn light through cracks still seeps,
Through broken walls where sorrow sleeps.
And though the night may press its weight,
The dawn still dares to negotiate.
For pain is proof that we still feel,
And broken things can learn to heal.
The soul may stumble, crawl, or climb—
But it still resists the pull of time.
So walk, though winds may blur your view;
Let purpose guide you straight and true.
For in this dance of wrong and right,
The soul that hopes still finds the light
Oct 17, 2025
Oct 17, 2025 at 6:39 AM UTC
I know of a love
that bears no semblance of romance,
yet can make you weak at the knees.
It is that understanding with a kindred soul —
the soul-baring conversations at 3 a.m.,
the knowing nod,
the warm hugs peppered with nicknames
that make you cringe.
The banter that leaves your eyes watering
from fits of laughter.
The unspoken code. The adventures.
The thoughtfulness that hides behind mock disgust.
The surprises that make you behave out of character.
The silence that says I've got you.
The biting sarcasm.
An issue resolved with memes.
Friendship in all its beauty.
Today, I am grateful for the friends
who through their actions and words
make the world a saner place.
Thank you for being you.
Oct 17, 2025
Oct 17, 2025 at 6:36 AM UTC
With eyes of faith and pain
He set his gaze on the gate
Seeking justice from the Almighty
For a wrong comitted without intent
A life lost with too many regrets
A pain unknown, now so bold
who's gonna comfort when all goes pale
And their hair grow grey?
In the shadows of sentence, he waits
Pleading with faith beyond Fate's hate
Is redemption there at the end?
Or does even God not defend?
-Kngblaq
Jul 7, 2025
Jul 7, 2025 at 6:24 AM UTC
Heavy is the head that wears the crown,
A crown of blood, of love, of frown.
He fights the demons, in and out—
Such is the man who soars with doubt.
Provider, Protector, Pontiff, King—
Each role a weight, a stinging sting.
The price is steep, the path is grim,
It strips the soul and hardens him.
Parallel lives now blur the norm,
Behind calm eyes, a quiet storm.
Smiles conceal the tears they hide —
Each man must pay, with self and pride.
"Be bold," they say. "Be strong. Be brave."
Yet none can see the toll it gave.
The pain, the shame, the silent cries—
That is all that is left when honor lies.
In mirrors cracked by time and years
He sees a face he can not revere.
A man of strength, yet worn and torn,
By battles fought since he was born.
And still he walks, though limbs may shake,
For others’ peace, his own he will break.
A living myth, a silent vow —
But who will crown the weary now?
~Kngblaq
Jun 30, 2025
Jun 30, 2025 at 6:23 PM UTC
𝙸𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜, 𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕—
𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚍,
𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚞𝚗𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍,
𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍’𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 — 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚎.
𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚔,
𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎,
𝙶𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎,
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜
𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍.
𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑,
𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚠𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 —
𝚃𝚘𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍, 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎,
𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚝 — 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕’𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚑.
𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚞𝚗, 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎,
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 d𝚒𝚟𝚞𝚕𝚐𝚎𝚜
𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 —
𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜,
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.
𝙱𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚢 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚜, 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜,
𝙰𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍,
𝙲𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝’s 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕,
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝’s 𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚕.
𝚈𝚎𝚝, 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜, 𝚠𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢 —
𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚢,
𝚆𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎’𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝,
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 -
𝚆𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.
~𝙺𝚗𝚐𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚚
Jun 9, 2025
Jun 9, 2025 at 7:37 AM UTC
𝙰 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎
𝚂𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎
𝙰𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎
𝙰 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎'𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
𝙰 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎'𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎
𝚅𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜
𝙰 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜
𝙰 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜
𝙰 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚣𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 "𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚞"
𝙲𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚜
𝙰 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝
𝚂𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝
𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎
𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚗
𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎'𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜.
Jun 8, 2025
Jun 8, 2025 at 6:51 PM UTC