undulating, waves in a dream;
white owl slipping eyes through me,
gleaming in the night
aloft with arcane insight
strange, bewitching mind prism
reflecting self contextually
speaking echoes voicelessly
like puffs of smoke erasing me:
there is no thorn in my foot
while i limp down the road
drenched in the fading red sun
i am the fog at dusk
somewhere beyond the veil,
in a misplaced pocket of time
i hear the laughter of raucous celebration
not in shimmering marble halls
but amongst the pariah
under the bridge, emanating heart-song
Aug 3, 2025
Aug 3, 2025 at 12:47 AM UTC
I need someone to believe in me
because lately I’ve felt ephemeral, intangible
a ghost somehow still trapped in
gravity’s well
slipping through the floor
I’m losing shape and heading to the core
where I’ll be burnt up, nothing more
I need someone to dream of me
write of me
turn me into echoes throughout history
however quiet the whispers may be
still, a legacy
As of yet, I regret to be
shrouded in mystery
even to myself
I am null, swallowing symphonies
and churning out cacophony
incessantly
Aug 3, 2025
Aug 3, 2025 at 12:45 AM UTC
Storms are not born
They are old as light
You cannot have power
but it is harnessed
There is no such thing as a river
but it shapes as it flows
You can only hold your breath for so long
The mind is a sieve
and a lattice
The heart, a prism
and a fathomless ocean
The world is a pebble in that dark;
a nascent dream
There is no loss of innocence
We are eternal, spanning across time
Only the eye knows,
before the mind’s grasp
All else is distorted
Once a flower blooms,
in that moment, it exists forever
There is nothing in creation that can change it
All is forever changed because of it
Power is but a ripple, or an echo
There is only embrace
From the start, we are entwined,
integrated solely with truth
All of life seeks to replicate this intimacy,
but only death can
Sep 16, 2024
Sep 16, 2024 at 1:47 PM UTC
Writhing is the brain, hair stood on end,
with every beat of the eldritch heart.
The air, a-buzz with cacophonous, insectoid droning,
threatening to infiltrate and indoctrinate the mind;
twisting languid listening into a maddening gaze,
ablaze with hate and lacking sophistication.
I cling, with fingers tensed, to the heavy, sticky rot
that lingers thickly in the air,
and all my cares are gnawing at my soul.
Something stirring deep within has heightened,
and I’m frightened, finding myself once again
scared of the dark.
A darkness creeping deep within my dreams,
which, snaking, strangles me; and when I wake
I find I’m face down in contorted misery,
like something ghostly sought to swallow me
alive.
Wretched wasteful
-undue, unholy and unsanctioned-
sour tasting, ugly, rank:
anxiety
May 27, 2024
May 27, 2024 at 8:48 PM UTC
i started off learning from the wind.
and, like the wind, i slip-streamed by
and gazed into windows from afar.
all i've ever done is flowed and felt,
and to me that's enough to be magic.
everything i've learned is from listening
quietly
and finding where silence isn't.
that voice amongst the white noise,
that howl in the still darkness of night,
is my teacher.
beautifully my heart aches,
when the emptiness
is infinitely more haunting
than the ghosts that drift in it
as memories lost to time.
Mar 21, 2024
Mar 21, 2024 at 12:42 PM UTC
cradled in the womb of death
that warm, dark emptiness
black velvet
speckled light behind closed eyes
a deep, unfeeling sleep
that stretches on eternally
the safest place to swallow me
where nothing has to matter
and I will not try, and I will not be
and when I breathe,
my breath will be absorbed
in black velvet
blanketing me in silence
hushing and smothering festering red
flares of fearful violence
the heartbeat of the void
pounding in my ears
washes me away like ocean waves
and i am safe
in black velvet
Nov 27, 2023
Nov 27, 2023 at 10:37 PM UTC
pulsing and throbbing
with the desire to be one of them
traveling along busybody vectors
living life in motion
that listless, sondering countenance;
an aching, yawning, gnawing
yearning feeling
the star-blight cacophony;
sound cannot emanate throughout space
i cook myself
in burgeoning sonic vibrations
Nov 27, 2023
Nov 27, 2023 at 10:36 PM UTC
you feel an acorn drop on your head
and it doesn't hurt,
but now
you are always looking for squirrels
where there are none
yet, if you look, intently, at the trees,
at the winding and intertwining of their branches,
you will see the crows,
subtle, nigh invisible
in every tree in every forest
hidden amidst the leaves
you might lock eyes with them
and they will look away, or they may fly,
but never explain a thing
but the wind will blow
and it will remember
and it will follow you on your journey
Nov 27, 2023
Nov 27, 2023 at 10:36 PM UTC
He falls awkwardly
and soon lands
in a quiet resting place
Every ocean shines
with music and eddies
I walk close but not close;
deaf and dumb.
To write,
I'm in the starlight
Nothing new has come out yet
The change is small
This charge is not for vandalism
My face was very shocked
I drank the starlight
and closed the hole in my heart
The light shines
Stars and security
The flowers are blooming
Remove the ice crystals
Big or small,
waves are made with wild hands
He was a water spirit
and just wanted a home
There is no room in the cup
Mar 31, 2023
Mar 31, 2023 at 4:02 PM UTC
This beauty must be discovered carefully.
It's like falling into darkness.
When something is born, all reality is created,
except fruits and perishable goods.
A promise of a romantic relationship;
when the long moon shines in your eyes.
But, don't lose sight of it.
Pure victory.
I came home in a ***** car.
I wasted my time.
I raised my hand to him.
Cut flowers and damaged plants.
But I believe in the light of another day.
This dimension can be seen in simple things.
Because this is a new concept of tough love.
And talk, listen.
Mar 31, 2023
Mar 31, 2023 at 3:42 PM UTC