Cold howling screams heard
Escaping under cramped and
Drafty hollow steel

I stand unhinged
from the sweetness of love,
but fearful of love's
long-lasting lament.
A chilling sensation, and
tapestry unfurls.

I seek not its tender tendrils,
for in its touch,
a searing pain resides.
Leaving old, deep
lingering shadow scars,
and unhealed wounds.
Concealing a lifetime's ache.

Like the ice sheets, I will ablate and vaporise.
Borne by prevailing winds, I will aviate and rise.
With your radiating love I’m steaming anew,
In atmospheric dance cascading towards you,
Coalesced like cold misted droplets, to get there.

Liberation found,
in maddening fiery itch, when
hidden fingers dance.

I'm drawn into the matrix,    
From fear of scrutiny    
Cast by relentless metrics.    

I'm rather confined    
to pixilated companions,    
Digital confidantes, with tales entwined.    

Trying to escape my demise,    
They know not my reality,        
But only my virtuality.    

Give me the red pills,    
Where I will embrace
Comforting illusion of sacred thrills.

Immersing ourselves in virtual laughter,    
In a world of simulation wonder.

I walk in the shadows, a dead man alive,
Broken pieces, whispers of survival.

I'm the ghost of my existence,
Existence carved from pains' persistence.

I'm the stillness, I find my voice,
Voice of resilience, my soul's choice.

Though shattered, I rise, I rise again,
Again, Echoes of solitude,
my silent refrain.

Am I to journey
Sacred hot desert
of the Sahara,
To find my flora?
Am I to decipher
Secret Golden Sands?
While Navigating
Open Oasis drylands,
To seek solace in
These Lush Highlands.
Would I need to travel
Kingdom of Safari?
Like a canary,
finding its mantra,
And crafting each stanza.
Would I need to go through
Tiger's and Lion's den?
Roaring courage, and
Bravery like mighty men.
Just so I can chase down
delicate flutters,
Of butterflies' glimmers.
In this adventure trip,
I will journey
Through wild terrains,
and the sun's safari,
Where there exists
Love and happiness.
Where hope blooms like flora,
In this Oasis arid area.

I will find my sanctuary.
In the rarest destiny.

Absorb me like
the sunshine vitamin.
Crawling under your soft skin
Morphing into an isomeric bond
A molecular union.
Together we intertwined.

Distant days
With dying dreams
And desperate desires

I fetched my coat
And walked to the boat
By the dock,
Trying to escape on a whim,
Then realized I didn't know
how to swim.

I decided to paddle
through calm  waters,
To adventure like any other,
Trying to embrace the unknown
then realized in waters deep
My courage overthrown.

I kept pressing on
Through the unclear horizon,
Trying to anchor my fears
and to catch up with time,
I then realized I had drifted for years.

Adrift in a sea of uncertainty,
With waves of doubts crashing against me
I tried to navigate the doldrums
I then realized the harsh reality,
With No refuge found, my spirit succumbs.

Alas, I will keep Rolling the dice
Hoping luck will suffice,
Until the weather is nice again.

Xeroxed, is your love,
carved deep within,
Like shadows in distant exiles,
Like hidden mysteries,
found in lost X-files;
In xerox memories,
Your love is like xenoliths
embedded, to perplex me
with your monochrome world.

Munchies nature’s art,
enlightening insightful,
world of joyful treats.
Uplift the hidden realm of
a serene lake without fears.

In an eternal ride
I dive deeper into the mind.
Creating possibilities
That unwind.
With just a small amount of time
This new reality unveils.
Proclaiming myself to sublime
My battle prevails.
In this euphoric state
I'm adrift into my own realm
Contemplating of a world that I overwhelm.
Until I hear this voice that shouts:
Mister, to your last stop.
So please be out!

Setting up on a journey
That knows no bounds
With just a little bit of money
I'll follow the stars like a hound

Wandering on a path
fraught with scuffle and thorns
I become impetuous
Feeling so hollow and scorn
I gotta be tenacious

I'm going to chase the stars
No matter the cost
Starring in the moonless nights,
Following where they are.
In this idyllic setting,
I don't care if I get lost

Even if I have to fly high
To reach the sky.
With only my pen and papers,
and a sagacious mind
I'm going on this journey,
Leaving everything behind

What do you need
I don’t have ****
Can’t do the deed
Don’t have to plead
 
You’re just a creed
That is agreed
To bring some steed
To please the need
 
A bunch of greed
Can’t take the lead
Not guaranteed
They would succeed

Hearts are decreed
By broken reed
Cannot be freed
From the bad seed
 
We need to feed
Don’t have no mead
Cannot proceed
And cannot heed
 
Time to exceed
And stop the bleed
What do we need
Indeed.

I found solace in a faint gleam of light,
Escaping through a silicon window;
Beaming me with joy and delight,
Like a faded whisper will be my sorrow.

In a world of digital wonders,
I discover a universe of arrays;
Where dancing pixels, merged forever,
Through these bright and luminous displays.

In this gloomy and lonely state,
With every touch, my life will elate.

Trying to fall asleep
is like chasing
elusive shadows
Where each breath is a
remembrance of meadows.
What must I do
to stop chasing the nights
Filled with disarrays?
Where the rooms
Are just a war zone
In a deep trench of my own.
Like an infantry soldier
fighting sandman, I surrender
Nights of quiet meadows
Where the heart is pierced by
Insomniac arrows.
In what dance must I partake
to find sleep that hides deep
Within the sleep cycle REMs?
Where each attempted cycle
Becomes a failed composition
Like writing a waltz symphony
With a broken harmony.
Must I obtain the dream
catchers to unfold the nights?
Sleep is like a fleeting flirtation
Slipping away in fractured chaos
Leaving the mind grasping for direction.

Please place your
Pale palms to
Paint a world of
Precious patterns
With gentle brushstrokes,
And a bleeding pen
Piercing through problems;
With pen in hand, I write
Persisted passages, where
Prosperity prevails,
And pretended puppets
Will be no more.

Born without sin,
I am imbued with the mask of humility.
The masks of fate,
gift me its shame and unyielding hold.
For what is man but a puppet,
Who wears masks to fulfill his own desires?
The masks of fate, forever eternal.
The silent skin that scorns our unwitting souls

I am like a single-celled protist.
A shaped shifter that quietly dwells;
In a drop of water, with no fixed cells.
I move with my pseudopods.
To have you close enough, and engulf you;
Like phagosome, We fused anew.

I'm like the river, flowing endlessly.
Turning into pebbles, smoothed by time
And the river's currents rhyme.
I move with the rapids.
Where emotions flow
like meandering streams;
Navigating life's constant themes.

I'm like the growing moss.
After a volcanic eruption;
Growing stronger, in chaos' destruction.
I move amidst the barren rocks
Where shadows softly creep;
In nature's quiet keep.

I'm like an old bonsai tree.
Roots deep, filled with histories;
Whispering tales of time mysteries.
I move with a silent breeze
Branches reaching the sky,
With leaves never asking why.

As the universe unfolds,
I am but a fragment, playing my part.
Like a star moving with cosmic tides
In a distant galaxy that silently glides.
I am, therefore I am.

Your voice shakes the room
         and the surface of my heart,
            unleashing a seismic force of
                emotions washing over me.
                                Your smile shines bright
                            like the ocean surface
                Reflecting the blazing sun,
         Causing my heart to surge
     Like a small boat creating
Horizons of oscillating waves.
        Your eyes gaze like
              shimmering sea, where
                    each ripple a whisper,
                         each crest a sigh,
                          And I am forever lost
                              in the depths of your eyes.
             With the power of your voice,
          intensity of your smile,
       and the ebb and flow
    of your ocean gaze
  I'm swept away to a journey
With waves uncharted.

Through a grey sky, weeps teardrops of the clouds
Where the sun hides away its light
Meanwhile the city enshrouds
In this gloomy day our souls cradle into the night

With fears the branches tremble
The leaves start to crumble
From the skylight window
I watch the trees drowning in sorrow

These days, the hearts only know solitary
Swallowed by our own sanctuary
A day like this makes one slumber
With just a little nap our emotions are swept under

Like a torpid sloth, I remain
Where alienation is my only gain
Until the sun comes, I await
A moment where my life will elate

Amidst uncertainty
I march through sculptured destiny
carved by whispered steel
wishing to be a steadfast keel.

With keen blades dancing through the unseen
I treaded paths yet unforeseen.
Running with no retreat
Scissors' gleam, risks I greet.

Beneath the sky,
the stars evoke
Dancing greens
That takes flight
In Earth's protective cloak
A steadfast stroke.
This magnetic dance
Is a love creation
Of the sun's energy
With Earth's synergy,
A kiss of peace
And nature's masterpiece
That gives us a chance
To witness nature’s delight
Under the blanket night.

I **** boredom with 40 mg
of dopamine rush,
and I am not ashamed of it;
There are days I want
to scale mountains, you see,
but boredom usually
takes control of me,
A relentless, cunning foe
devouring my precious time,
I knew I had to do something,
I needed a potent elixir against this foe
that would make it retreat and lay low,
Thankfully, I found sweet remedies
with modern-day sorceries,
Tiny capsules conjured by
witches in white robes;
Now I make neurons
dance in harmony
Although they can end–
up harming me,
I take precious care
to follow the witches' recipes,
Because with these sweet remedies,
I'm able to unleash fiery affairs
and become a maestro of untamed tasks,
A force to be felt and seen;
While I know these moments
shall pass like fleeting comets,
As they grant me focus
with lightning bolt's flash,
I will embrace them,
Every second.

Concededly conquered a coarse mind
Filled with convoluted thoughts,
A cosmic theatre, not so kind,
constantly criticizing all life's choices;
I finally got the courage
To get the doors shut, on **** voices.

I think I have a    
secret housemate who’s    
living in shadows    
of my hidden world,    
A week has passed        
since they tried to    
breach haven free,    
relentlessly;    

I think they    
come to seek    
my will, and    
my secrets,    
highs and lows,    
And now I’m    
caught by an    
unseen–A    
spectral fiend    
deep within;    

I think    
I’m doomed    
because,    
this fiend,    
they take  
over, eating    
my words    
and my  
precious    
conscious;        

I think I have    
a follower,    
a tormentor,    
a whisperer,    
an intruder,    
that hovers  
in shadows,    
to coexist in    
nightmare’s dread;    

I think as day    
goes by, the    
questions grow,    
Who is this presence?    
I still don’t know,
With mystery unsolved    
we persist, in the shadows.

Like an old abandoned
house by the seashore,
Cherished memories adrift
becoming struggles cast
in shifting sands;
No matter how much
the waves relentlessly
assault the seashore,
I will stand still
Like an old abandoned house;
and just as the seashore,
I’ll stay endure
through perseverance, resilience
and faith that will help me weather
the darkest tides.

How I wish for
the moon’s embrace
in the nightly skies,
admiring and kissing
its radiant face
and silver shiny skin;

How I long for
it to draw near
fulfilling my heart’s
greatest desire
without pulling us apart;

How I want for
the gravitational pull
of fate, to bring us closer
and make our fate
converged together;

Sadly, reality holds
you from my graps,
and like distant galaxies
We shall remain,
To avoid tidal fluctuations

In distant allure, I am content
with distant love that laments.

Lonely Nights
Silent tears, fears, years.
Tears wash away fears,
Years drain silent tears,
Locking away all the fears.

Broken Dreams
Shattered hopes, ropes, slopes.
Hopes tied to frayed ropes,
Slopes of despair, dreams elope,
Locking away all the shattered hopes.

Tearful Memories
Pain, rain, drain.
Rain washes away the pain,
Drain discharged rain,
Locking away all the pain.

Guarded Heart
Heart, rampart, dart.
Painful rampart heart
Blocks away sharp love darts
Locking away the heavy heart.

Hurtful Scars
Hurt, dirt, chert.
Hurtful scars stain like dirt.
Dirt crystallizes in chert. Buried and inert,
Locking away all that hurt.

I died years ago.  
When I was first born,
Brought up to be the desire of this world.  
When the curtains rise and fall upon the stage of life.  
These were moments of Rejoice and celebration for some,
For me, these were moments of cries and frights.  

I died once again.  
After becoming a teen and,
had to put on the mask of fate.  
A mask that pulls us toward uncharted territories and unforeseen encounters.  
A mask that enables us to navigate the vast seas of fate,
And uncovered the buried treasures of our deepest desires.

I died today.  
when the world becomes silent,
silent to the whispers of time's rhythm,
lost in the echo of a muted lament.
Where I slowly erode away  
Memories of our limited times.

Like frozen meltwater,
I flow down through cracks and crevices  
Of unrelenting rocks and earth,
Meandering through paths unknown.  
And like a candle in a relentless breeze  
I will continue to die.

As the grass fields hush,
Longe a man, a lone sentinel,
Awaiting in the night's embrace,
By the river's mirror grace.

Mountains watch quietly,
Under swirling clouds
With bright yellow stars,
Dancing in the air.

A house, a haven by the bank,
Faces the man with silent thanks,
Does he gaze at dreams unseen,
Or yearn for home, lost memory?

I carry a small bandage in my pocket,
This tiny fix knows how to conceal
Small scars that won't ever heal,
Due to life's painstaking laments,
And life's soft torments.

I keep it close, you see.
Because life's a teacher
hidden in disguise, to me.
Revealing short lessons in hidden moments,
when small scars start to bleed.

I tread with care where life implies
Because slight mistakes can open
Unhealed scars, so dreadful.
Quiet badges of time, where
Some wounds may linger
Through life's lessons whisper

Although this bandage won't mend
The scars fully,
But it's enough to keep the edges entirely.
To shield myself from lingering wounds and scars,
And to continue on this challenging journey,
I will keep this bandage in my pocket.

On parchment papers
My life unfolds,
And a sense of
wonder beholds
those who read its pages.
The story is revealed,
no need to query,
Each brushstroke is
a word of journey
With every tale in ink,
along the bay,
A story untold that
will forever stay,
And become visible,
For others to read
and understand.
Where I also,
Will forever be,
A man on a page.

There's this wall made of silver,
It hides in the bathroom and makes me shiver.
Though it varies in size, its essence remains,
A fate-filled wall reflecting all life's strains.

In just a glance, I am subdued,
Revealing all life's masks that pursued.
A wall of truth of inaudibility,
Reflecting on all life’s history.

This wall of silver will reveal,
What was, what is, and what will.