do you hear the voices?
she bet you don’t.
Pity
those who were caught
Minds and hearts locked
they blame their god
With brilliant minds come crafty constructs
One for reward, one for judgement
they parade and cheer,
For now, they have no
Fear
It is pitch black
Closes with a whack
Clasps shut with a crack
The Stars that flew have long gone
Another rise, another dawn
their colours fade
Because now, they crave
Escape
of course you don’t. you can’t
look among yourselves.
because she sees
one of you painting the cage
‘in pure darkness’.
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 11:40 PM UTC
Flowers
The sign for that ‘her’
Singing a youthful chorus amidst the summer
Sweet
Puffed up and light pink cheeks
He holds ‘her’ dearly in a swift smooth sweep
Nervous
As he passes them to ‘her’ recklessly
Dancing to a ballroom waltz that is endless
I’m in my room
Herein the vase stays empty
I fall into a never ending void of doom
Average
I, like weeds in a field of flowers
Subtle and quiet unlike the others
‘Her’
The openly desired image
A dream that i am unable to salvage
The vase will remain empty
Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 3:04 AM UTC
they mark their invisible boundaries by the coast
moist air fills the lungs leaving an aching throat
we say it is a part of our world
yet they should be on their own undisturbed
they grace us with their presence
filling the coast with blessings
{i Took
a smooth shell that sparks like dusk
buries within fine thin dust uncrushed
now living in a corner within the books}
though they are tarnished from their purest form
they wash into our world like dawn
mother with silken hands that’s warm
i Refuse
the world that burns cold
with a legacy building on others’ doom
for i am an alien that Cruises
all far and about with a primal desire
they may speak sweet and serene
but they can roar and conquer
bestowing swift death like a reaper
they hug
my feet that’s just inches away
soothing the beats that’s ruined and astray
legs moving till i can no longer reach the ground
i drown
within the other realm of purity
they embrace
the cuts the wounds from the other side
the world calls it death by water
but i call it a return to my origin.
Aug 28, 2025
Aug 28, 2025 at 7:56 AM UTC
Why? It’s Just like wine
that ends up as fine crime
the bliss of humanity
woven like a fantasy
thriving off our sanity
the purpose of such delicacy
soothes hearts that’s lonely
a quick escape that’s hazy.
tis’ the haven away from blood
all pain crumbled and crushed.
drunken fine liquor that spins
ripping the seals from shut off lips
orchestrating the dance within sin.
despite the silken binds
tis’ like an unbound wind
for heo holds onto the blood.
there’s no purpose in such delicacy
there’s no drunken dance conducted
there’s no illusion shining starstruck
why? wine’s just like Water
crisp, clear, and no sweeter.
though i find longing in the rosé
it’s nothing but just simple
dampness.
that fails to reach the mind and pride.
Jul 17, 2025
Jul 17, 2025 at 9:08 PM UTC
the crown of summer
awakens from its slumber
it’s one of the deep skies’ treasures
glistening with butter-smooth silver
heo, a dreadful hunter with
prying eyes feasting on delicious wonders
‘an unattainable crown?
i wonder who’s the clown.’
the crown lies within a market
one of origins that’s exotic
its essence illuminates June and July
yet in truth is just a coiled thong
The Crown is a Leash
all Sin that’s prevalent, Ceases
its Meaning, Alien-Like
Crushing Reality in the Mind
the crown lies within a market
but none are up for sale
for it is just a fairytale
whilst the brightest gem, lies
75 years away from us
the crown of the north
makes us the royalty of solstice
yet those who try to steal the crown
is an absurdly idiosyncratic clown
Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 11:49 AM UTC
Orange hearts and skies of blue
The stars of hope and continuity blazes through.
Soft low tones, the violin ends the line
I start to feel my heartbeat
The stars ask what are we pursuing
Amidst the breeze of the cold morning winds-
The tune reaches the peak that screams ‘of course we know it!’
Burning passion that will guide us through, it is the fuel of our desire
When we run, we’d only look ahead of us, the sky in front of us
Till we reach our ending there's no stopping for us
Even if we’d grasp nothing, it is the
Pride within the pursuit that
Is indeed the greatest.
19 was a number that
Froze the world. Cooled
The fiery hearts across the seas.
Yet since we clearly know our path,
Who cares if the world has gone cold when
It can be melted away with the hearth in our hearts?
We are like Surges of waves, not one, but countless of them
The violin intertwined with soft piano keys, and our mind is
Set on this journey that never ends, for we have so much to pursue
To laugh, to love, and to live like the surges of passion.
Jun 13, 2025
Jun 13, 2025 at 8:59 AM UTC
though i abide to reason,
for it answers my confusion.
but at times it’s an oblivion,
in some worlds unexplained.
the man with unexplained hunger
for that feeling is devastatingly ******
the owner said just eat the bread
but the men insisted to be a threat
so for bread and an overture was dealt
weirdly, He referenced the hollow,
with an underwater volcano.
whilst intellects tried to argue and reason,
He simply said it’s no symbol,
wickedly leaving everyone dumbfounded.
or about the girl falling down
into a deep but surreal void
cakes devoured and hot tea spilled
a place where roses are smeared
gladly she came back polished
masses of reading were conducted,
ideas that were intriguing but conflicting,
yet amidst all assumption and reason,
we may have been blinded,
there may be no secret to hide.
though inexplicable through reason,
i can still explain it with one reason,
for it is the art of nonsensical whimsicality!
Jun 6, 2025
Jun 6, 2025 at 1:34 AM UTC
there, Moonflower with petals that shine,
with silhouette that whispers divine,
reflection that’s crystalline.
oh! mystic Faerie of the night,
awakened by the spark of daylight.
ethereal Daylight crashed in,
unlike any other rays,
with an unknown expression,
the moonflower fades away.
there, sunflower that’s mellow,
with soft hues of warm yellow,
reflection of a halo.
spotted amidst the meadows,
with life from all sorts of flow.
yet, heo only sees the Sun,
no matter what’s sprung.
it's only the Sun she gazes-
even if the Sun doesn’t return her embrace.
Jun 4, 2025
Jun 4, 2025 at 9:34 AM UTC
hopping to a new Telephone line,
reaching out to a heart that’s fine,
Thoughts that linger and intertwine,
Trickling warmth on my skin speaks genuine.
thee may catch no sparks,
nor sweetness like jam tarts,
but thou is like a mirror,
reflecting thee’s lullaby in your world.
thou may be a Withering Rose,
but tis’ still radiant like Apollo’s.
“people whose hearts click in tune,
share and gaze at the same moon.”
though my rule is to not assume,
how would I know you won’t say goodbye?
Jun 4, 2025
Jun 4, 2025 at 4:05 AM UTC