In times I feel like I can’t breathe
Like I’m under water. It holds me.
I can’t get up with help. Slowly falling to the bottom.
The surface fades, a dying gleam,
The phantom of a waking dream.
The currents weave a liquid shroud,
Where silences cry out aloud,
And shadows drink my final breath,
In this, the cold, abyss of death.
No angel’s hand shall pierce the gloom,
To save me from this restless tomb;
The tide above may crash and weep,
But I am wedded to the deep.
Forever bound, forever still,
To suit a dark, unyielding will,
Where ancient horrors softly creep,
And pull my soul to endless sleep.
I am not here. I am dead. Although I cannot perceive this in my own mind, I can feel it.
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 6:41 PM UTC
Love can hurt,
It burns the heart, a fiery dart.
In shadows we lose our way,
Longing for dawn, for light of day.
Where is the soulmate I yearn?
In dreams, in whispers, away I turn.
My love, my life, do not disguise,
In truth, in essence, let us rise.
Together.
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 11:26 AM UTC
Adversity feels like a death-sent tomb,
A shroud of night upon my soul,
A darkness that takes its toll.
In adversity's grasp, I find my might,
Though it feels like death's cold bite.
The bird sings songs of hope and flight,
Guiding me toward the dawn's first light.
Romeo and Juliet, the target of it,
In love's sweet embrace, they never quit.
Their story, a testament to love's fierce fight,Against adversity, they shine so bright.
For in the darkest depths, strength is found,
In trials of life, we are unbound.
Adversity, a teacher cloaked in woe,
Through its lessons, we learn and grow.
Embrace the shadows As light emerges with each step we took Through trials and tales of old and new, In the face of adversity, we rise to fight against it.
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 7:24 AM UTC
Where fragile dreams fluttered in the dim light of memory,
Angst and fear took root like thorny vines in a forgotten garden.
A tempest raged within my soul, clawing at the edges of my sanity,
Desperation made me whole, a strange and bitter comfort.
“Let me go,” I whispered to myself,
Softly, as if the night alone would hear my trembling voice.
“Let me flow in my own blood,” I pleaded, By thy hand, I sought release from the chains of my own making.
In my own blood I tried to find my freedom,
In my own blood I sought the silence of peace, the echo of an ending.
To remark.
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 11:55 PM UTC
I see things, lots of things,
In the rustling leaves where the sparrow sings.
The morning dew on the emerald grass,
Whispers of secrets that slowly pass.
Trapped in the darkness, lost in plight,
Killed in the night, devoid of light.
Wondering the difference, pondering why,
I am here, beneath this ominous sky.
I am new, but danger's in the air,
A silent cry, a desperate flare.
Help us unseen, for we've lost our way,
In a world where shadows play.
****** death, and cuffs that bind,
What's the difference in a world that’s unkind?
Yet here we stand, seeking the truth,
In the echoes of our lost youth.
I see things, lots of things,
In whispers that the night owl brings.
The dawn approaches, hope reborn,
A new day, a new morn'.
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 9:25 PM UTC