I watch its beady eye
scan for an exit to the glass box.
The beetle scampers,
throws its body at the walls.
Relentless effort,
beneath the magnifying glass.
Fascinating will,
as it chokes on its shackles.
its air thins—
until it folds and withers away.
Left with its feet hanging up, unmourned—
its life studied, accounted for.
The glass now reflects only my eyes
Distorted by light—beating back.
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 12:06 PM UTC
Trudging through the dark land of desolation and ash
my foot sends a skull scampering across the ground.
The sound of hollowness rises as it strikes the floor,
though its waves are deafened by the fog.
With a final empty crack it comes to rest
At the feet of a pearly step gleaming in the dark.
Stairs stretch endlessly into the heavens
disappearing into the veil of a shadow bleeding light.
I reach the landing and sand falls with no ground in existence
the shackles of my doomed prison crumble to dust.
It too tumbles and is obscured leaving me in a vacuum
filled only with the pearly staircase and the echoes of my steps.
Dec 13, 2025
Dec 13, 2025 at 3:14 AM UTC
A home, not just a house.
A place I learned
to give color to the world.
Built not from a foundation—
but from the heart.
The ground was littered with train tracks,
a piano filled the air
with happy nonsense melodies.
The fireplace warmed the room
while laughter painted the walls—
a family together as one.
Stories of triumphs
passed father to son.
tales of wisdom retold
as glasses clinked.
The scent of turkey
Wafting from house to house.
Empty bottles of cider—
Thoroughly lived.
A house is not an object—
it is its people.
The walls only a backdrop
for the love we shared.
Memories unerasable—
even by flame.
Dec 7, 2025
Dec 7, 2025 at 10:48 PM UTC
Emptiness rules the world
In this vast mundanity.
Silence loud enough to hear-
No anticipation, only stagnation.
Darkness not a description,
only a state of nothingness.
The ticking of a clock,
with rhythm unchanged.
The same for time unknown-
it is indecipherable.
It waits,
not the clock-
it, but nothing exists.
Existence outside
and unbound by perception
Nothingness tightens-
Emptiness gathers
filling the plane.
waiting ends
and the beginning is born.
drawn so tight-
suffocation with things
that don’t exist.
steam can’t find an exit
a river crashing against rocks
A nuclear explosion
contained by a glass box.
The very fiber rips-
the backdrop tears.
A pin needle
Expanded for eternity.
It explodes and rains
in every direction.
beams of light streaking
particles dancing
creation streaming
power beaming
disintegrating as it melds
collapsing as it builds.
Swirling disarray
orderly chaos.
Led by it,
which had no beginning.
It walks through the stars-
A painter scrutinizing his work.
Did it know if it bore the cosmos
At a different moment-
If it added a single particle,
It would have collapsed.
Back into the same nothingness
that it was born.
Dec 7, 2025
Dec 7, 2025 at 10:42 PM UTC
Smog billows down the valley—
the eyes watch it gather.
Tears run from them—
not of remorse, from the smoke.
It was born from them—
they let it choke out the light.
Heads of the broken trampled—
rats poisoned in the race.
Divine seeing—
human indifference.
Dec 1, 2025
Dec 1, 2025 at 6:06 PM UTC
Oh old oak tree you tap at my window,
enchanted oak tree you transport me to a new land
mighty oak tree you defiantly reach to the sky
whispering oak tree your branches tell stories
safe oak tree your knots are shelters
wild oak tree your scraggly shape ignites dreams
stoic oak tree you persist in adversity
great oak tree you are wiser than they know,
Oh old oak tree they try to take you away-
Nov 27, 2025
Nov 27, 2025 at 1:35 AM UTC
A small bite of apple pie-
Eyes widen, fork drops.
A smile of a boy
Crosses my face.
My grandma drops
A piece of pie on my plate.
Her love washes
Over me.
She is still here
Watching over me.
People leave
Memories stay.
Taste transcends time.
Nov 25, 2025
Nov 25, 2025 at 6:08 PM UTC
I hear the boulder-
yet hold on to my idols...
I should have let go.
Nov 18, 2025
Nov 18, 2025 at 12:45 PM UTC
My foot lands on a simple penny-
I ignore it and walk past.
An insignificant thing.
No longer of value.
That’s where I was wrong-
It has traveled, you see.
Seen the world more than me.
It molded itself to every need-
Filled pockets quietly.
A gift for a young man,
Part of a dinner check,
A beggar's last hope.
I’m sure they have all forgotten-
That they even used this little penny.
Its true value is not seen.
Only glimmers catch our eye.
Nov 18, 2025
Nov 18, 2025 at 12:43 PM UTC
Rain drops on my head,
the clouds rumble, heavy and dark-
The earth sighs with joy.
Nov 18, 2025
Nov 18, 2025 at 11:31 AM UTC