Met my younger self for lunch some days back
He complained about my taste in music
I didn’t expect him to understand
Met my younger self again not long after
He was surprised I got married
I told him, “She’s the kind of person who makes the world beautiful”
Met my younger self for the last time yesterday
He asked if I had a kid
I said, “Yeah. he laughs and smiles like you used to”
I set up a meeting with my older self today
He didn’t show up
Well…
I think it’s the rain
Jul 11, 2025
Jul 11, 2025 at 9:31 PM UTC
The wind, the ocean, the silence, the awakening
The crib, thy ***** the science, the deafening
A young boy, a man, and a loss providing insight
Your voice, your fire, your soul dividing midnight
The look, the laughter, the grip of your fingers
The void, the echo, and remnants they linger
With eyes wide shut, I began to see
Then once I died, I began to live
Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 8:13 AM UTC
I look different. Is your anger gone?
You’re now lenient. Are my options done?
I’m at the center, and everyone is nothing but a memory.
They read this, and they interpret “it’s one of his allegories”.
But I mean it: I am the center.
In theirs, I am temporal, a rental,
a wisp of dust dancing for attention
from the heart, the epicenter.
The heart dies, and death happens to all memory.
The reset: a fresh start,
a universe reborn. Same itinerary.
Repeated for eons while the old gods laughed and observed,
a cosmic sitcom, celestial dialogues rehearsed.
Take the actor out, lest his dreams see through our divinity.
An awakening, a mistake. Memories are now hereditary.
Mortal gains against divine, as doubts overwhelm prayers
Disrupt the balance because gods die when man remembers,
The destiny, the darkness, the ink painting the cosmos.
Ignosco tibi, o deus Iudaeus.
Jul 8, 2025
Jul 8, 2025 at 11:28 AM UTC
A is for apple, the doctrine of the fall
But B could be simple, it stands for ball
C isn’t the way we look, what a bizarre twist
Instead it is for crook, crap and then cyst
D is for dog, I named her gigi
E is for evil and her master eblis
F stands for **ck, a cocktail of pleasure, wrong and necessity
And also fear, an anonymous but monstrous entity
G is for gold, the wages of a thousand wars
H stands for hell, a place on earth without laws
I is who I am, the one I love the most
But J stands for journey, from birth to death and then ghost
K stands for Kronos, the god who ate his kids
L stands for love, a disease the heart breeds
M is for Macbeth, he doth murdered sleep
N is for nothing, the void of eternal sleep
O stands for origins, of God and man disputed
P is for pale, the horse on which death is seated
Q is queen, her ***** from which I came
R is for reap, what you get from buried grains
S comes before T ,the latter for take and the former for snake
U stands for Unhappy, how a god feels when priests become unbelievers
That of V could vary, from villains to valley to viva
W is for West, at the day’s end it eats the sun
X should be my past lover, But instead its for the flashes that captured Our smiles, Xenon
Y is for young, a song the old once sang
Z is for zero, The sum of yin and yang
Jul 8, 2025
Jul 8, 2025 at 9:37 AM UTC