To My virtues:
Where art thou?
I've traversed multiple lands
In search of you.
Been in and out of myself
Trying to find you.
Will I never be good enough?
Meanwhile.
To My sins:
Please I've had enough.
I embody the ones conspired to be the deadliest:
My pride,
So confident in it belief ,
And yet so fragile.
My greed,
Ever cheating the ones close,
As I hoard what I don't want.
My sloth,
So quiet in it gentleness ,
I want to enjoy our time together
But you're ruining me.
My gluttony,
The ever consuming black hole,
With a limited space,
On its last legs.
My envy,
The jealous one,
The one that sees and wants the same thing,
The confused and never satisfied one that, will always want.
My wrath,
The gentle storm,
Protecting an insect.
And finally,
My lust,
The one over them all.
The one that is never and will never be satisfied.
I enjoy our short lived pleasures,
But you're killing me,
Your never ending wants is worse than greed, envy, and gluttony.
You are the worst.
Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 9:39 AM UTC
I hate you, I love you
I love you, I hate you
How can feelings said to be opposite
Be fully turned on you
Jul 24, 2025
Jul 24, 2025 at 7:15 PM UTC
I'm sorry
I'm not sorry
But I'll lie over gain
If it meant protecting you
Jul 11, 2025
Jul 11, 2025 at 8:03 AM UTC
Blue ink Blue poison
Coursing through my vein
Killing me
It needs an outlet
And me an embrace
Jul 11, 2025
Jul 11, 2025 at 7:52 AM UTC
"I killed someone"
I cried
The Dreamer
The Wanderer
The one whose imagination
Rivals that of the Gods
I never meant to
I just wanted more control
Being a dreamer as it downsides
Determined to be disciplined
I trained
But in reality
I was killing my creativity
It happened so suddenly
Is what I tell myself
But I felt her dieing
Saw all the warnings
But I never fought for her
I watched as she slipped away
Tears stained her flawless face
"I forgive you"
She uttered
At that moment
Something died within me
Irreplaceable,
It can never be revived
My Muse is forever dead
And I eternally locked from it domain
Jun 15, 2025
Jun 15, 2025 at 11:39 AM UTC
My Calamity,
An ever shifting beauty
Esoteric and unnatural in it being,
Like a taste you can't taste,
So foreign none of my senses perceive her.
She.....She.......
She evades any explanation I could give,
A limitation on her.
She—
A blank canvas,
Touched and formed by an Old soul—
_A certain Confessional poet_ —
Who filled her with more truth
Than there is in the Bible.
Raw, Unbridled, Mind boggling
I know I won't survive her,
Yet........Yet
My heart aches to see it all,
To know,
Not to change, but to understand,
To love, to hate, to fight, to reconcile.
It my calamity and I,
Versus
The truth.
Jun 15, 2025
Jun 15, 2025 at 11:17 AM UTC
My bane, the unseen—
The part of me
I never want to meet.
You grew in silence,
A writhing mass of shadow,
Born from loneliness
And self-defeat.
Oh, how I hate you.
But I can’t.
Because hating you
Means hating me.
You’re the sum
Of all my wrong turns—
And still,
I run back to you.
Because in the end,
Only you
See the real me.
The world outside is a jungle.
They walk on two legs,
But bite with their words.
You became my cage.
And though the key is in my hand,
I hold it like a blade.
I want to break you
For the pain you bring—
But you’re also
My only comfort.
I locked you away.
Still, I run to you.
Banging and banging
On the walls I built—
Trapped between black and white,
Running from both,
Neither offering understanding.
So here I am—
Your jailer.
Your only friend.
Your enemy.
And I wonder,
After all this…
Do you care for me?
Jun 15, 2025
Jun 15, 2025 at 11:16 AM UTC
I fought.
Every second of my life
Etched in pain.
I faced it.
I won.
It changed me.
I learned.
I unlearned the so-called truths,
Every sacred teaching
Of life.
And relearned it myself—
From the best teacher:
Life.
She taught me all.
My favorite woman.
Whether pain or pleasure,
I loved her just the same.
She whispered secrets
Of existence, society, and everything in between.
Many times, I nearly died.
But I survived.
Then came sin—
My chosen curriculum.
I built my deadliest sins
And wore them like armor:
My vanity rivals even God's.
I cannot fail. It's impossible!
My greed keeps me sharp,
Focused, burning.
I want what I want.
My lust—
Not only for ***
But for victory.
To see this world
Brought to its knees.
A cosmic hunger.
My gluttony?
It drives me to take on
More than I should—
And still, I surpass.
My apathy—
That cold, uncaring monster—
Is my shield.
A necessary evil.
Everything else is obsolete.
Even virtue.
If you plan to survive in this world:
Abandon all virtues.
There is no God above.
You are God.
We are Gods.
Do not let the devil of **********
Use society's illusion of order
To chain your will
And drain your soul.
You are a creature of change.
Change is chaos.
Chaos is life.
Life is God.
God is me.
I am you.
You are us.
Heed this message:
Survival is not the goal.
Possession is not the goal.
Happiness is not the goal.
Chaos is.
The only permanent truth
Is impermanence.
So go.
Unleash the world.
Restore it to its natural order—
CHAOS!
Jun 15, 2025
Jun 15, 2025 at 11:13 AM UTC
What's there to say?
I sit here waiting,
Waiting for something.
A thing that doesn't know it way
Or maybe it's me who doesn't.
Hopeless, Restless,
I stay,
For that one day,
That everything will be better.
But I know
Nothing changes, if nothing changes.
May 9, 2025
May 9, 2025 at 4:56 AM UTC