The streetlamps and the windows flicker to life-
Today the city reignites to another dusk.
Raindrops splinter and trickle down the panes,
And the lights fall and flow over the glistening lanes.
The drops have washed away the dust,
That had gathered over the old flickering lamps.
But the sun and the rain and the clouds, they,
They do not make any difference to me anymore.
The light of my day has long gone.
And my mind is just like my room, damp-
But with suppressed tears. I have forgotten to cry- but where will those moist memories of years,
Whose false illumination only bred darkness,
Where will they go, when no warmth comes,
To dry all of those tears way?
I had held on to a hand of sand.
I should have known it would collapse and give way,
And that I would fall into the dark.
The children now jump on the puddles in the park,
And I think my pen has gone astray.
Feb 28
Feb 28, 2026 at 12:42 AM UTC
Now, all the drifting bits in the shore of consciousness-
the billowing nocturnal silence has washed them all away.
And yet, there you are- the white wings that skim
My mind’s edges whole nights through;
Your flutters now flood my head,
Oh you dream!
Dreams are beautiful, but in the end,
They only deepen the darkness of the truth.
But when I seek to escape your phantom
The silence, the silence of the piano,
the gray clouds, the rose…
They smother me with your absence-
An inundating void.
The piano keys could set alight the gloomy skies
With a sonata that could have drowned me
In a labyrinth of notes; Could have.
But
"A child born in fire loves to burn.”
Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 5:45 AM UTC
I
Sleep, O sleep, why do you through the darkness, flit
Across my eyes, at the moment when my wits
Bleed to keep my bleeding eyes awake, opened
In the middle of that wearying moment
When I must break my neurons into atoms?
Sleep, O sleep, why is your darkness such- it comes
When senses mustn’t forsake, when I need it least,
When my tired mind must work, although seeks peace,
In a free bliss not bound by time, where it sees
Reins release and all my running brain cells freeze
And world dim into darkness; drowns into sleep,
Sleep. Alas. Now, defeated, I let you creep,
Into my defeated and defenseless eyes
And relinquish my senses. Eyes close. Time flies.
II
But sleep, O sleep, why do you not ever seep
Into soul, as I cry for you and weep?
Why do you leave me alone in dreary nights
To fight with the day’s cares with my absent might?
Oh! how do I cry for you whole nights through-
“O dark beauty! Settle my senses, woo
This soul, veil bleeding eyes with your black skirt.
**** bury me in your soil if you are Earth
Let me be the dead if you are a tomb.
Let me be the unborn child if you’re the womb,”
Even the skies hear my odes, cry stars and rain,
But you do come in the end, to oust my pain,
Like a silent cyclone following my cries,
You bury me in your ***** and time flies.
Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 7:45 AM UTC
I am the one who scares the crows
that peck and dig new wounds into your flesh,
and I pick them out and thresh
the life out from the mangled mess
I turn them to, but
For the glory that I brought, the monsters I meekened;
All they remember- I killed and that gory
Inconvenient memories my glory’s been tarnished to.
And I get a name
That’s less pride and more shame,
A symbol of the evil- The scarecrow;
Beware of the devil who grows
In the dark and death.
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 5:29 AM UTC
Sleep, O sleep, why do you not seep,
Into my soul, as I cry for you and I weep?
Why do you leave me alone in the dreary night
To fight with the day’s cares with absent might?
Oh! how I cry for you whole nights through-
“Come, O dark beauty! Settle my senses and woo
My tormented soul, veil my bleeding eyes with your black skirt.
**** me and bury me in your soil if you are the Earth
Let me be the dead if you are a tomb, the child if you are a womb.
In your palace of darkness, for a night, give my worn soul a room.”
Even the firmament hears my odes and cries out stars and rain,
But you do come in the end, to drive away my pain,
Like a silent cyclone after my cries. Love melted your heart, cold like ice.
And your silent lullaby drives my broken boat into your sea’s depths.
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 12:51 PM UTC
Now I have your misty absence,
A void flooding me, a lingering afterimage,
A love that could have been.
In my mind
You are dead now;
Inside my morgue of failed dreams.
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Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 6:23 AM UTC
A boat built out of blown ships,
a sun that engulfs other stars.
A hand of brittle glass that holds you at the edge,
A shared loneliness with another solitary soul.
the boat drowned,
the sun died
the hand has collapsed into shards.
Death gushes in and floods,
Creeps all over crystal by crystal,
Cold bits that dig into self.
A moment of joy.
An eternity of sorrow.
Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 5:21 AM UTC