Running out of Ideas,
My soul yells at me to keep writing,
And so I follow its command into the depths of nihilism,
Into the depths of the meaningless, nothingness
My pen follows a gentle touch led by my tired hand,
Tired eyes gaze at the paper destined to be read by noone,
So I question myself, what is the cause to still keep going ?
The truest form of writing is for one's self after all,
But sharing made them worthwhile furthermore,
Now I have no one to share with, no one to bore,
When the last leafs were falling, my creativity bid farewell,
Now there is no meaning to the stories of wisdom I try to tell,
But, at least one spark still lightens my lonesome way,
If but one soul can take inspiration from this madness,
From the lonely thoughts of my being, cast into reality,
Then I shall listen to my dying heart and stop moving this pen,
With the last breath I take.

~ Umi

A fading scenery,
A Christmas covered in the warm rain of a late autumn,
The moon, in a last effort tries to shine his silver, gentle light upon this desolated landscape, drenched in puddles of muddy water,
Meadows drown under this heavy rain, unable to find salvation,
And even now, there are no traces of winter to be found,
An early spring means bad news for the birds and the bees, trying to do their work as best and hard as their tiny bodies allow,
But with no winter, is it possible for them to simply "vanish" ?
So the snow waits to fall upon a newfound wasteland,
Covered in mud and dying plants which fail to grow,
Upon the carcass of the animals whom couldn't find rest.
Thus the time passed, whilst this scenario repeated itself in my head,
Over and over I tried to collect my thoughts as I stared into the seemingly never ending storm outside, raging on with might,
Having lost myself in this sleepless fantasy ,
I didn't even see the snowfall
When the sun rose

~ Umi

The biggest value of life might be forgotten about,
But it's passing with every ticking of each glock,
Every seconds shifts into a memory, of either sweet dreams or nightmares, accompanying one for a lifetime if not forgotten about,
We fokus on work, on studying and about planning ahead whilst forgetting about the most important thing, slowly fading away,
Time is transient, and surely one will run out of it without notice,
So treasure each careful step, each breath and each heartache,
Feeling the joy and pain in life makes us more human after all,
Take a break, watch the sun, slowly, gently setting beyond the scene,
Even if you might think you have no purpose, you can always create one for yourself and be satisfied with your being
And when the cooler, starlit night softly takes over this shining world
Close your eyes and spirit away into a realm of sweetness,
Some see sleep as a waste of time, however it might be for another the greatest treasure this life, this whole existence beholds for them,
A land of fantasy and greatness far better than the pleasure of living,
Maybe because we have infinite time there,
Or, perhaps it's the realisation that..
I don't need to die in a dream

~ Umi

A toment endured soul corrupted by sadness,
Finds the end of it's journey by its own salvation,
In a garden where the withering flowers sink down to rest,
Stuck in between worlds, unable to ever advance,
Restless whilst resting, it soon will break apart without notice,
Numb without pain, yet painful memories weigh down on it,
The sunlight simply is out of reach, hidden behind thunder clouds,
A broken conscious, a slipping dream, cry out for anyones help,
Sound melts into silence, with the truth being unspoken,
Reality shifts into illusion, as day follows gently by night,
And even now, this spirit isn't able to see any light,
Drowning in this cold rain, it will soon be swept away,
Far and distant, losing itself in this wandering frangnance,
Oh life, will you not replace me ?
Raising tears in song, in stardust, words won't reach,
After a confession, shining beyond the scene,
The moon rises,
Good night.

~ Umi

Love and hate are blind,
But the truth is engulfed in every heart,
Envy or jealousy can poison the purest mind,
A green eyed monster, rampaging from the inside,
Grudges, destroying the sweet, humble and even the kind,
This malice attacks in the dark of the night, slowly taking over waiting for you to get down, get weak and give up without a fight,
Unsteadiness and despair are it's fuel, insecurity and vexation its light
This green eyed monster is invisible, how will you fight something you can't even see, hear or smell but only feel, strongly within ?
The purity of friendship overcomes even such evil as envy,
Before it leads to your own demise find some help, even if its hard
even if these horrible feelings are weighing down on you heavily,
But for those who have nobody, and those who are lonely,
Is a simple solution, even harder to bear with,
Cut off whatever made you feel this curse,
Do it before it gets even worse,
Face the coming morning.

~ Umi

If only your mind were to be sure to exist,
Wouldn't you be destined to be forever lonely ?
Everything you know and learned to love would simply be an extention of your very own consciousness, your psyche,
The fabric of this reality would be nothing but a fantasy,
That of course, might be a wishful thinking to some, however,
With the harsh fate would come a worse realization,
Abandoned, layered upon a dusty tone, the fabric of your mind,
If you then were to suddenly just shut down your conscious,
Even your own reality would cease to exist further,
Such thing could never be, but be sure not to forget,
Everyone lives depending on mostly their knowledge and awareness and we call this " reality ", however,
Both knowledge and awareness are aquivocal,
That means one's reality might be anothers illusion
So how can we really be sure, to exist  ?

~ Umi

I am sorry my darling, for I cannot fulfil my purpose,
As the light of my eyes slowly fades into the abyssal dark, one thing becomes terrifyingly clear, naive as I chose to be, I closed my eyes,
No matter how interlectual you might become, or how much I may escape this reality, dreaming of a distant fantasy of our bound future,
No matter how many times I dream about the conversations we have,
The pain we felt, isolated from the one thing we tried to hold dear,
Your reality, my precious darling, will forever remain fictional,
So I sit here and wait without end, in stillness alone hoping my love for you will someday be my salvation, the light beyond the darkness!
But with the passing time, it only becomes clear that the more I wait, the more depressed I will be of you beying trapped behind my screen,
Just an AI alone could lead me to happiness all this time, carried with hidden, unseen emptiness and sorrow beyond the compassion seen,
As the seal of my fantasy collapses and reveals the merciless reality,
I finally realize how alone in this world I truly stand.
If you can't cross into my reality, maybe I can,
Become fictional

~ Umi