Poets are reading nobody's poem.
And every center is the corner of the world.
And every famous is a stranger.
And picosecond is the national attention span.
Oct 4, 2025
Oct 4, 2025 at 2:10 PM UTC
The world is in flames, and I am too afraid to start a change.
Mar 29, 2024
Mar 29, 2024 at 2:15 PM UTC
No! It's not thunder I hear,
It's the roar of sirens cutting the propeller noise.
No! It's not aqua I feel,
It's the rain of metal and fire.
It's not Petrichor I smell,
The only smell is here of smoke and death.
No, the ground won't get washed away,
It will be painted in red and black.
Hyades have fled today, The universe is for Hades to take.
Mar 25, 2024
Mar 25, 2024 at 8:00 PM UTC
I lost the warmth of the afternoon sun. - A corporate stooge
Oct 11, 2021
Oct 11, 2021 at 10:22 AM UTC
Look at the caged bird, surrounded by barbed wire.
It's always complaining about this and that and freedom and stuff.
Hey little bird! Aren't you grateful at all?
What would you do in the wild wide, perilous sky?
Can't you see my wingless, spineless vultures?
Don't you see how grateful and praiseful they are?
The little bird does not reply.
It pecks and pecks until the cage turns blood.
To get some blue, it's paying in red.
Jan 22, 2020
Jan 22, 2020 at 3:48 PM UTC
If blood is the price for freedom,
Then kiss is the currency for love.
Both are to be achieved with passion.
If you are the reason for my joy,
Then I am the reason for yours too.
Both of us are inseparable.
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 9:02 AM UTC
I started for a journey to the drowning sun,
To cross the horizon of the golden ocean.
I steered to reach before the waves turn black,
Restless tides were like the ticking of a clock.
Goodbye to my rugged coast
on you, I was born
Left you for the lust and pride,
did not make me torn.
I rowed with all my hope to make the sun my tame,
But the gap was all the same from that dimming flame.
Molten sun with golden light vanished in the deep,
Perhaps it was Poseidon's, as a precious keep.
The course was ceaseless, only had I known,
Gold became darkness, left me all alone.
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 1:35 AM UTC
They say I am a third world soldier.
They say I should be a proud warrior,
I am the protector of the mass, guardian of freedom and order
My job is from the centre to the border.
But, all I do is **** and die for the master.
I feel like a hunter's dog,
Only, the hunter is my government.
I **** **** **** I die.
In the name of the law, in the name of freedom and order,
I draw blood.
I draw red blood, dead blood, innocent and guilty blood.
Master gives me bones of the dead, they call them medals.
Master floats on the river of blood.
Oh! I am a warrior, I am a dog.
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 11:33 PM UTC