Let me be the burnt stick,
Charred by storms I didn't escape,
But still warm enough
To spark the next soul’s flame.
If not for brilliance, then for warmth.
If not for glory, then for grace.
Let me be useful to the divine—
Even if only as the ember beneath another’s fire.
Jun 2, 2025
Jun 2, 2025 at 4:58 PM UTC
entropy is reality pushing the universal illusion out of it's sleep.
May 31, 2022
May 31, 2022 at 2:02 PM UTC
words erased from paper
last star in galaxy consumed by black hole
sound of a fallen tree in forest
never heard, never seen
all forever laid to rest
under nameless tomb of eternity.
May 6, 2022
May 6, 2022 at 5:59 AM UTC
Look up
A poem orbits around the moon
And a poet dangles on metaphors
This hazy starry night
Jan 31, 2022
Jan 31, 2022 at 4:40 AM UTC
The quill a harpoon
Whaling stories from
Sea in the inkpot
Dec 22, 2021
Dec 22, 2021 at 12:44 PM UTC
In darkest of nights
breathe in the silence
breathe out sunlight.
Dec 13, 2021
Dec 13, 2021 at 10:57 AM UTC
She stopped making castles in the sky
And meandered along a river of sunshine leaking through clouds
In a sea ruled by no king.
Nov 10, 2021
Nov 10, 2021 at 9:25 AM UTC
slept in ice for three hundred years
with three hundred tales to tell others of his kind
before tragedy struck
and the tardigrade was thawed out
by farmers clearing a forest with fire
tales of valor and despair
wisdom and knowledge
the last stories of his ancestors
forgotten and buried in time
washed away by holy water
in the name of a new diety
flickering lights on the last outpost
three hundred light years from what was once home
he wound his clock one last time
and released the beacon
unplugged from life support
sat on regolith, mesmerized with the view
of last star in galaxy going nova
Jun 18, 2021
Jun 18, 2021 at 3:08 PM UTC