Hyacinthus, I'm not a god,
I cannot read your mind.
I want to hear that song
that you were humming in your sleep
the other night .
And when the birds start harmonizing would you wake me up?
For now I'll try to sleep, it's getting dark.
Hyacinthus, once more your song awakened
every creature in the land except for me.
And once more , Hyacinthus, I've missed it
Once more your song escaped into the wind.
Hyacinthus, next time we lie together
I promise i will stay wide awake
I'll try to be as quiet as a feather
And hope to god that I will hear my name.
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 5:18 AM UTC
I always pick the buttercups
That grow on my skin.
Until they grow back
And i pick them again
And again
Only for them to grow faster
And thicker
And faster
and thicker.
The days pass by
As the wind wispers
And the rivers flow
And the wild flowers grow
Like the flowers on my body.
And I find myself
yearning for the days
Where every child
was covered in buttercups
Flourishing on their skin
And they just left them there.
And it was okay.
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 8:54 AM UTC
Sometimes i hear colors,
If that makes sense.
Sometimes i see odors,
If that makes sense.
A colourful taste,
A calming state,
The dreadful sense of time.
But thinking's a waste
So leave no trace
Of searching words to rhyme.
Describing the future in past tense
Asking again
If that makes sense.
If it doesn't...
Forget what i said.
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 4:47 AM UTC
Waiting.
I am always waiting.
I smoke one more cigarette
And i keep waiting.
All i have is patience
All i have is time
So i buy another pack
And i keep waiting.
Cigarette after cigarette.
Pack after pack.
Ashes to ashes
There's no cutting back.
Until It fulfills me
Until i am whole
I will keep risking
Smoking my last cigarette.
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 6:17 AM UTC
It's been two months, no rations left
This ship is going nowhere.
To think I hoped I'd leave my home
To find a new life somewhere
The only thing I'm hoping now
Is that I won't get eaten.
By those who spoke to me like friends;
By whom my fate was written.
I was the fool who stepped his foot
On a strangers strange ship
And yet the sea had warned me
From the moment i stepped in.
Before i boarded the ship
My name was Mack O'Neill
Now every day i worry that
I'm gonna be their meal.
The waves were high the sky was gray
The ship was looking rusty
The sails were dark and slightly rugged
the crew was pale and musty
"Bellow the deck It's packed with rats
But the food is plenty
the journey's short, we'll reach the port
Before the barrel's empty"
That's what the captain told me
When i expressed my doubt
a gullible young lad i was
And now there's no way out
It's been three months no rations left
The rats have disappeared
The mates are falling one by one
We're reaching what i feared
I was the fool who stepped his foot
On a strangers strange ship
And yet the sea had warned me
From the moment i stepped in.
I know one of those days they'll eat me
But i don't know when
and every night i pray that i
will taste bitter by then.
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 11:03 AM UTC
Down by the sea
Late at night
There lies a boy resting
Green eyes glowing in the moonlight.
He lifts his hand up to the sky
To reach the stars above
But by the time he blinks twice
They're suddenly all gone
What was once stars has turned to ants
into his skin they crawl
From his fingers to his tongue
Craving his youthful soul.
Laying eyes upon the deathly feast
The boy screams in horror.
And till the morning they'd devoured
the boy by the water.
Down by the sea,
In the veil of dawn
There lies an old man resting.
Pale eyes glowing in the moonlight .
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 9:52 AM UTC
Invade my mind
Or better yet
Invade my soul
And make me feel human.
Sing a melody to me
Or better yet
Let me sing it with you
And make me feel human.
Analyze me
Dissect me
Rip my soul apart
And put it back together
And then sing a lullaby
To make me feel human.
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 9:37 AM UTC
Did Narcissus see me
When looking at the lake?
Did he fall in love
With my reflection in the water?
And when the lake spoke to him
Did he hear my voice?
Or was Narcissus too focused
On my beautiful eyes?
I am certain it was me.
Who else could it be?
It is me he couldn't bear to live without
When he let the water take him.
It is me who grew right beside that lake
Hearing his cries for eternity.
Who's there?
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 9:19 AM UTC
It's not a boy without a name
Nor it's a little girl unborn.
It's not a riddle neverending
Nor it's a rose without a thorn.
And light is nothing without something to reflect on.
A mellow voice never heard
Such shame in it's singing
A hand trembling in despair
And a phone left ringing.
And light is nothing without something to reflect on.
A stupid question never asked
And a letter never written.
A cry that was shortly hushed
And a tongue ****** bitten.
And the light went out with nothing to reflect on.
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 9:15 AM UTC
Winter nights are colder
You, alone, have to rush
As the flying beasts approach,
As the water turns to glass,
As the neverending street
Seems to grow even longer,
It's a shame that your siblings
were all born stronger.
It's a cold winter night for the runt.
City walls are taller
You ,alone, have been trapped
And your whole body freezes
As the world gets dark.
As the flying beasts surround you,
As the silence grows,
In the corner that's found you
You unclench your jaws
Just before you attack
You stand straight and say
"I refuse to feed my enemy today."
While your siblings grow older
You, alone, had no luck.
As the days get warmer,
As the swallows come back,
And although the water's *****
And the food tastes bitter
That night you played your role in the
litter
The winter was too cold for the runt.
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 9:12 AM UTC