Oh how delicate the sheath of a seed
Oh how fragile the shell of the egg
for if it was impenetrable to begin with
no fauna would lurk the forest
as it would suffocate in its prison
and no flora will shade them.
as all seeds will drown in soil.
no matter the heights and depths of canopies and roots
no matter how strong the beast of the forest.
it was once a weak seedling
and it was once a fragile egg.
that found strength to break through from within.
Feb 3
Feb 3, 2026 at 2:49 PM UTC
I stand before this brazen wave
prepared to take me under
to the promises beyond the weight of responsibility
to the place where I can rest
For then I can brush the ashes on my shoulder
and remove the clasps from my wrists
and ride the ocean wave
to that place where my loved ones play
Feb 1
Feb 1, 2026 at 1:59 AM UTC
Blissful mornings I pray would come
where my days are no longer short
and my hours are no longer numbered
where I forget the melody of the ticking clock.
One day the sun will rise
and I will wake to the auburn of the rays
and not the heaving of the alarm
For now I blink and its been a decade
for now I sleep and yesterday did not exist
I wish to look upon the present
and be wishful of tomorrow instead.
Feb 1
Feb 1, 2026 at 1:41 AM UTC
In the distance lurks a checkered flag.
A holder of my future,
For until I see smoke from a smouldering rim of a gun,
I do not even qualify to begin.
How far I have travelled to discover the start line is beyond reach.
I do not remember
I was tired before, I am tired now.
I’ve lost before I’ve entered.
For the marked laps on the track and the mileage of a manicured athlete
Far supersedes a bare footed bystander.
I did not ask to win
But to be “allowed” to participate.
Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 2:32 PM UTC
I am the protagonist of a horror movie,
and I can hear people at the theatre
Laughing at my stupidity.
They see what is lurking behind me
they know the face that I have yet to meet
They assume they would do better in my shoes
while eating popcorn they judge me
As I walk through the darkness
Opening doors that were locked up before
I am trying my best to get through this scene
but the silk screen muffles my voice
They cannot hear my call for help
and as my cold body drops to the ground
They say that it wasn't even scary.
and it cuts to intermission.
Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 6:05 PM UTC
Embers of Thoughts,
hide between the coal of your eyes,
I do not have enough kindling,
To bring them back to life.
I wish someday you will forgive me
for I tried,
but my flame gave out
I have no more to give.
My eyes have salt and no sleep.
but I wish even in these depths
to never see my reflection in your eyes again
for I will remember that I made you weep.
Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 5:53 PM UTC