Empty phrases that hide my sight
Wrap ‘round faces that I can’t learn
Frown’d your smile with all that I might
Even more wear than I can burn
Quiet the soul where I don’t show
Fright the spirit when I won’t grow
There the heart can never be sow
Konec lásky bez bolesti
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 3:39 PM UTC
The march of you in solitudal ties,
These eyes of mine in quiet supply.
Where we tomorrow thence shall meet,
Let us together work our please.
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 12:52 PM UTC
I’ve not spirit for love unlocked.
I’ve not danced at night with heart.
Long due journey, at ends that meet.
If it was, then perhaps now I shall.
A heart unchains with quiet brows.
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 7:22 PM UTC
Going about in a manner I like, or,
Wandering the streets in peace.
This orb and it's dreadful entirety,
Could not before a simple reverie.
An err in me or fault in you,
Falling in orbit with a concentric "us."
Feb 19
Feb 19, 2026 at 8:57 AM UTC
A child, an arrow, a sea-bound ship.
You cast them away like rags, to the side.
Did you ever consider?
Everything has eyes, we are all watching.
Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 9:21 PM UTC
Pleasantries stacked upon shining, blinding beats.
Festivities jutted into a failing structure of greed.
A memory and its keeper lost in magnificent feats.
Stacked upon this palace, a hunger that feeds.
Feb 3
Feb 3, 2026 at 4:57 PM UTC
The long quiet of a thoughtful mind,
Where ideas blossomed and faded like wind.
A quiet death of these woe-bound soul,
That reeks and smells of nothing foul.
Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 3:21 PM UTC
Snowfallens days,
And ash covered graves,
Are all the same,
When everything fades
Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 8:34 AM UTC
Nothing:
To write nothing is to know...nothing.
And once that is done,
May I die again, for the first time.
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 9:57 PM UTC
Triangle thoughts make beautiful lies,
Where dreams stand still and wait to die.
Quartic reasoning of undefined registry,
For manic fastening of broken majesty,
And to die here, a shattered geometry.
Star-crossed, mad, and taken with pride,
I yet withhold these hopes, not mine.
With eyes that sing and heart that fide,
Belov'd are these, that are not mine.
And reas'n to hold, not pity nor foe.
A glistering piece of fate foretold.
A corpse lay still, in fields of rose,
A self unraveled, a soul unfolds.
Dec 25, 2025
Dec 25, 2025 at 1:29 AM UTC