A prompt ******* by the stressors of everyday life—
“There is no time to write.”
I cling onto as I neglect my tests and missing assignments for activities brooding to the soul.
Having no problems at school, just mental blocks of some sort.
******** a coin with a knife
left it bare with my markings around it—
All I can say is that I like the font.
In my bed looking at the stars knowing that miracles happen over night.
Nov 1, 2025
Nov 1, 2025 at 10:42 PM UTC
She called me over when her parents left, and invited me over for a date.
Before I was in her room
It was advised to bring some protection.
Latex?
All for her to be done?
————
Latex Gloves.
I pulled out and began scanning my fingers across her room.
At the end of the room :vines.
Vines from trees, flowers emerging through and from. An allergenic smell emitted—carving out the thick toxins as they fell onto the floor like a staircase of crumbling debris.
Like pages of books falling flat onto the floor ill by the plague and far from recovery.
The smell of lavendery-daffodils. Like new laundry, everything was scented in this room, by color and by smell.
No visualization decoded by my eyes all because they were fried.
Red and puffed.
The frequency in the room, making zap-roided sounds.
Electric like all the different shades of blue, a savory sound and a unironic taste.
I would not want to explain because I kept it all to myself.
I marveled at it all and not whatever was in front of me.
I viewed her emotions as inferior to this delight of a room.
Far better than anything sensory she could of course do.
A distraction these walls became
Overwhelming to me was not the best of both worlds.
The only distractions were nothing but this interior design…
Aug 5, 2025
Aug 5, 2025 at 8:16 PM UTC
Good Ideas—
Good ideas.
I lost the plot for today.
Scattering my brain because of demands.
A people pleaser, it seems like—
Filling their commands
with every good wish left in this world.
Even mentally gone,
there’s still so much to be said.
Exhausted.
Yet in need of execution.
Intentions foggy to many,
but metaphysical to me.
I could remember it tomorrow—
but I will not follow suit.
Not a computer so it’s all selective memory.
This emotion is pure,
and I can’t let it burn like the thought in my head.
So I thread on
whatever is left
and make it work.
Good Ideas—
Good Ideas.
Jul 29, 2025
Jul 29, 2025 at 10:28 PM UTC
1 Ring
5 Rings
10 Rings
20 Rings…
I was just sleeping—
walking down the stairs
with heavy feet.
The window cracks
shining light to my face—
tempting me back to bed.
Opposite of a charming kiss
given unto a princess in slumber.
…
But I cant go to sleep
as she doubled the rings on the door.
So I opened the door
and like a dead corpse,
I faded by the light.
“Ahhh.”
At that moment
I remembered what I dreamt of…
“Lying and Semaniusly”
Blurted out
as I realized
I was already blocked?
“That makes no sense!”
I thought to myself.
Why would they do that?
What was the reason for it?
Was it necessary?
All of these questions
and my mind was tied
to the self-deprecating rings
that stopped me
from searching in this dream.
———————————-
To acknowledge
that I left the dream confused
was frustrating.
But cleanly
I came out of the dream—
and had to check
if it really was a dream…
Contumely so—
I left with a new word.
“Semaniusly”?
Jul 28, 2025
Jul 28, 2025 at 9:26 AM UTC
My methods to run away have been eradicated to ash and steam, always hot at the moment.
The place where my heart resides is only hazardous, confusing itself with toxins.
The place where the brain commutes with the rest is not functioning.
One thing holding you captive to chains, your imagination carrying you to somewhere else.
Listen to the doubters, they say “You’ll never stop.”
Like a tunnel all hollow their only echoes are denial.
Whatever situation you're in, plead with two hands to take it away.
Even when tears dont fall and it's hot outside, outcry to make it work.
On the two knees you use to stabilize yourself, look up and watch the clouds drift as time does.
Intense focus on the clouds as they move inside time and intense focus on the conflict inside.
Cry out more to make it payout, because if all your efforts are in vain, something is not working.
Jul 24, 2025
Jul 24, 2025 at 7:50 AM UTC
Problems to fix—
Solutions at hand
Over the limits, the mind is stuck.
A stuck mind destroying energy and twisting your thoughts.
To get over it is pressing more than just the block button on your thoughts.
Determination and Will-power, chained to the leg.
Jumping over the gate with barbed wire cutting deep.
Problems to fix—
Solutions at hand
Over the limits, the mind is stuck.
Stuck on the fence of barbed wire.
The mind is stuck.
Restricted from getting over.
Jul 19, 2025
Jul 19, 2025 at 4:14 PM UTC
It was not man’s dream
to walk the Earth, or gander at the spectacles in the sky—looking at shooting stars different in color and size that appeared white to our naked eyes.
The dream of an astronaut is that of a child.
Because children don't let go of their ambitions.
Always seeing all the colors of the moon lit stars, which is regular to them.
A telescope and a room filled with geniuses is the comparison here.
It was never ironic for the world's prodigies to consider taking a path in space exploration.
Willing to make a name for themselves, they would want to be as big as the sun.
With little to no care of what risk it might pose.
——————————
The Day Of Launch:
“Apollo 11 was the first successful crewed mission to land humans on the Moon. Launched on July 16, 1969, the mission culminated in Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin becoming the first humans to walk on the lunar surface on July 20, 1969, fulfilling President Kennedy's 1961 goal.“
You looked at the magazines stapled together.
Today you walk grown ready to engage with bodies outside of your world.
The ship is titled upward and the rocket propelled directly up, the countdown is only brief—because of time.
Today or Tomorrow you have left Earth behind.
…
Distortion in Space, a place where everything is lost.
A time when a grown man wishes it was a dream—because of the foolishness of this world’s product…children.
Jul 17, 2025
Jul 17, 2025 at 7:57 PM UTC
- That feeling of being obligated.
Like a signal mom caring for a child that is not hers.
In the same way you came to me.
For whatever reason you adored me, like a child meeting their favorite superhero.
You admired my works like nobody else.
I admired the love you gave to me.
It was warm and unfamiliar.
So I stayed in bed a little longer.
The look that you gave me was passionate and ready…a burden on my back.
Something I could not repeat with my physicality.
I am a stranger to love and because of that I must vanish.
Leaving an oblivious note that you will read.
Jul 13, 2025
Jul 13, 2025 at 5:46 PM UTC
Unfulfilling love.
A lingering feeling so strong
its power engulfed my body.
Sensations coursing blood through and from my body
Baiting us to fall ill to our temptations and temptors.
All I see is a deep blue
imitating the flame of desire prancing around my room.
On my bed, there is nothing but that color I see.
It’s deep yet it fades—
Both the color and the feeling.
The feeling of a serpent gone & nearby.
Jul 10, 2025
Jul 10, 2025 at 9:44 PM UTC
A Personality fostered so well.
Ever since that day you came to me.
Came to me and tutored— showing all your works to me, never displayed onto a wall but kept well in memory.
With trust there was no faltering, passionate as a phoenix—I thought.
Still your heart-ached.
With no other options,
you were compelled to do so.
What hurt was your departing.
Although you left,
your actions spoke to me.
With understanding I kept to myself.
Jul 5, 2025
Jul 5, 2025 at 11:49 AM UTC