My imaginary friend, we have known each other since I can remember.
As the moon, changes, and becomes round our wishes are kept in a well.
Eyes that are cold and bare much like the moons eclipse.
You're lifeless eyes share nothing but devious plans to broach me.
Every encounter we have the hair on my back and arms start to rise.
Halcyon is not ubiquitous in your vocabulary.
You will gore me and fiddle in my head till I go insane.
As you reach your epilogue, I gaze through the windows and wait if their is vision of your course countenance and when my fears will be met.
My friend when did you become so dark?
Anxiety became my companion. Yet after a while, I realized it was only the poet within me, wandering through shadows and giving shape to fear.
And so, I went back to sleep.
6h ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 3:57 PM UTC
Fear
You applause me on my pain,
Try and mislead me.
Think you can control my emotions.
You are just a name, powerless,
You are too dreary to see,
My daily routine, bowing down in prayer.
I conquer all through prayer.
You should fear as I,
release a powerful word,
through my lips.
-Amen-
1d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 4:23 PM UTC
A satisfying revenge is what she desires most.
Her revenge is a token of appreciation,
Her silence is her sword.
Victim makes her feel weak.
She promises to never weep.
A Pretty woman,
A life that barely started.
She lacks compassion,
Sitting the entire day,
looking through a window,
at a psychiatric hospital,
knitting dolls.
faceless dolls,
with only the mouth
sewn shut.
Thoughts that are scattering,
A mind that unravels things'
eyes wandering, chasing unseen things.
Months past, all they exchanged was silence.
a Meek approach, was all she had. Even if it raffle some feathers.
Then one day she suddenly turns,
gazed into his eyes with,
dull dark eyes.
The psychologist -
glances towards the exit,
As goosebumps rippled against his skin.
But he froze and sat still.
Waiting for vengeance.
She passes a doll as gift,
And turned back gazing,
through the window.
- End -
2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 3:13 PM UTC
To the one I love.
Love what is your sacrifice you bring?
You creep through the cracks of darkness,
Stand before me in the midst of light.
You declare you’re undying love,
Or was it me that declared that love?
What am I supposed to do,
Un cry the oceans filled with my tears?
Love, a name that is so sweet on your lips,
Enchant you like a wizard.
Hold captive in emotions that is like
Waves crushing along the sea glacier right to the bottom
of the sea, called endless love.
This is a scene caused by lovers vivid and in need.
Powerless, constrained in barriers love.
Oh, thy love so foolish.
Now I ask who will risk your emotions so mere?
Strew my heart’s broken pieces down your pathway,
my humiliation flatters your ego.
Or would you sell you love for boredom and reach endless things. See beauty each day brings.
Not be fascinated in the barriers of love.
Enrich in things that bore you to pleasure.
Now Mundane, I call upon your name, as sweet,
Oh, As sweet, as sweet, brewed wine.
Even if I smother in tedious moments, while your heart roam along
golden floors with boundless love.
I still choose you above all.
Being diligent I will rather sell my love for freedom.
For one day you might go and I will not die of pain or suffer endless sorrow.
The oceans will still be filled with un cried tears.
I will lift my head high, and dignity will still walk beside me.
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 6:35 AM UTC
Pillows know too much, I would say.
When the sun is up, I put on a smile as my mask,
So that no one has to know my inner trials.
Tossing and turning through the lonely nights with hammering thoughts overwhelming you.
Thunderstrike in your conscience, and you are lump.
If pillows could talk.
The walls of your heart break open, and all you are left with is a pillow soaked with sorrow.
Paralyzed with fear. You intend to be rest assured that the morning sun will bring relief.
If pillows could talk, the entire world would see your pain.
Pray and pray and never stop, and you will see how you can be rest assured of transformation for the Master has your soul.
God is the way, the truth, and God is life.
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 1:59 PM UTC
Silence of the cradle
At midnight, the clock bang, and the birds scatter. The cradle will then rock gently, making a soft sound.
a Glimpse of a vision of an old barrel cut in half on a steel frame, an old rustic garb . "Oblitus es mei" is the sound, written in calligraphy is your name.
Rock, rock, your treasures, and your shame. Free your emotions and let the words glide over your lips.
For no one can loathe with different shame. We are all the same, just different profanity.
Only God is our judge and loves us anyway.
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 4:13 PM UTC