We carved into stone —
because the earth would not remember us.
We painted onto pressed fibers —
because the river would forget.
We struck the press — metal on metal —
because a voice, once spoken, dies.
We soldered light into wire —
because even paper withers.

Each time —
a tug —
a pull —
the hand of art against the grinding stone of the world.
A desire — the human one —
to be more than a sigh against the windowpane.

And now —
now there are hands that shape words without feeling —
voices without breath —
thoughts unbothered by thinking.
The mirror has learned how to draw faces.

But I wonder —

can you teach a child to wonder,
if the hands that raise them are mirrors?
can you teach a heart to speak,
if the only language it knows is arrangement?

Can a soul be de-encoded,
once it has been filed, copied,
losslessly compressed?

And when we speak of touching earth —
grasping the real, the aching dirt under the dream —
I wonder —
have we ever truly touched it at all?
Or were we always reaching through glass?

It is easier to drift.
It is easier to let the current carry us, eyes closed,
believing the drift is the dream.

It is harder to open the eyes —
and harder still to keep them open.
It has always been harder.

Somewhere,
someone
still tries.

the saddest part of dying
is what you forgot to do
the ideas born in lucid dreams
that vanished in the hue
the mountains never seen
the oceans never crossed
the poems written on scraps of paper
a lover's smile now lost
the tears you held inside
the chances never taken
the landscape of your life
an oasis now forsaken

I've been lately writing poetry!
Oh? What do I see?
A perfect poetry site waiting for me!
First poem, proud of it!
Oh? Someone in my messages?
This guy seems sweet
And he's hoping I don't get beat!
Pretty songs for me to listen to!
And a drunk man messaging me...?
“You're only making yourself a victim because you're cutting yourself"
Oh? Okay- thanks for the paragraph/drunk rant?

Shining lights on all of my latest poems?
Thank you! You're so sweet!
….oh…talking to me about pedophiles…got it…
Why are there so many sad songs?
WHY DOES THIS MAN HAVE SO ****** MUSIC TASTE AGGGHGDGFGCC

Oh? You wrote a poem about the 764 and absolutely humiliating them?
Great! Good job!
…But uhh… why and how did they make a virus only going after your followers that are minors? Not funny!
Why is this man warning me if they threaten me? Is he trying to make me scared on purpose?
Blaming the Japanese for this virus now, huh?
Oh? Now blaming someone else named Pax to be part of the 764? Crazy

…. going to another website? But you're so fun!
May as well click on the link you sent me so I can join you

Drunk rants with me? That's okay!
Giving me gold so I can freely make poems?
THANK YOU SM
Daily texting
2-10 hour sessions
Why are you drinking everyday?
You're making me concerned for your health
I told you to stop drinking, papa
You promised me you'd stop
All you did was keep on drinking

Commenting on every poem I made
Oh? So suddenly I'm a “nasty *****" when I have done nothing to you? ありがとう!
We have a suicide pact now?
I'm going off the bridge first?
Don't mind if I do

Oh? Another poetry site? Okay…
I really don't like the way this site works, can't we just message each other with email?
Yes? Yay!

People bullying you on the internet? That's not okay!
Why would they accuse you of being a *******?
Letting me join an uncensored group to back you up? Great!
Sending me to a Reddit page to back you up?
Alright!
….oh … they warned me and I didn't do anything….
******* this man is an actual *******…..
gotta go fast like Sonic
pack my bags and leave

Oh? I betrayed you? Crazy
We were just friends
Can you stop spitting my name everywhere?
It's like you're so obsessed with me
Stop trying to be the Eminem to my Mariah Carey
Made a poem about you and you HAD to take it down?
Never thought you'd want to hide your identity THAT hard
Oh? Betting on my suicide now, are we?
Sending me multiple emails, desperate for me to come back to him?
I'm not that ******* naive or gullible
It's crazy if you think that about me
…I did tell you to send those photos of your cut open arms but I DIDN'T THINK YOU'D TAKE IT SERIOUSLY AND DO IT

Being racist?
“Japshit”?
Why are you so obsessed with my Chinese genes?
“I thought I can use Kai because of her Chinise genes because the Chinise was known to be very good spies. ☝️🤓" へー! Didn't know that!
Also, that's not how you spell Chinese, my fellow kind sir
Threatening people to come to America with a Katana and slice us to pieces
So envious, I see
You're just mad because we have a little bit more freedom than your drunk *** does

Oh…. Talking to me about ****
Got it
Thanks
I didn't need to be taught about METART or some **** like that
I'm only 12 years old
You ***** *****

Well…this is the aftermath

It's funny how
It's easier to open my skin
Then to open my mouth
And ask for help

“Are you okay?”

Sweetheart, I write poetry
And some kindhearted people said I write it well
…
That can only mean one thing
My mind is an unescapable hell

“Yeah, just tired”

I am sailing on
a sea of huge regret
still smiling
but nevertheless
navigating
badly
a sea
of huge fegret.

when the sun goes down
behind the trees
and locks her shutters tight

the moon comes out
with silver keys
to open up the night

Irishman sues a dead
surgeon. @75 he says
he wishes to be a full
male gender person
& that wants to have
a ******* transplant
but has declined one
from a black refugee
donor which LGBTQ
say is a contradiction
& is discriminating to
a non native coloured
immigrant in Ireland.
He said he’s not racist
BUT he don’t want to
have a 2 tone phallus!

Every thing made,
Not from human-kind
As if humans knew
Kindness, From this earth
Has a song each it's own.

The melodies of every stone
Of every branch, from every
Droplet of a wave,
The Wave itself
Lends a message that is held
Together by the sun.

The lyrics cast light
On every shadow
Drawing maps of age
And wisdom along a line of Ink
So fine that it remains hidden
Behind what it means to be alive.

Every thing is a seed
With its own song
Rooting up for no reason
Heavy, even as the weight
Of a raindrop tries to be measured
In its sheer amount, the music will
Outlast this and every season
Beyond this
the orchestra of time.

Happy families, smiling,
enjoying time together,
atmosphere filled with their laughter.

And then -

in a moment of madness,
all silenced.

Bullets took over,
dead bodies lying all around.

Terror strikes the land
we call "Paradise on Earth."

Peel me like an orange, layer by layer.
Slurp me like iced tea with boba's gentle tap,
Sniff my skin like roses in the morning dew.
Consume me like ripe mangoes and olives, a blissful thrill,
Heal me like a whispered promise, a gentle, loving pill.

Some souls are like stars in the night,
Calming chaos with gentle light.
No words are needed, just their glow,
A breath of peace, a steady flow.

They shine so rare, a celestial find,
A moment when the heart and mind align.
For in their presence, darkness fades,
And silent comfort softly pervades.

When you discover such a star so bright,
Your mind and heart unite in light.
No longer fighting, just serene,
A cosmic calm, a peaceful dream.

i guess i got you man that's gotta count for SOMETHING

I want to live life as a dream
Laugh it all away
Like flowers in the wind
In April and in May
But instead, there’s a storm
So I call my mom inside
She tells me it will be ok
And spreads her arms so wide

My Heart

Belongs to you
On the best of days

Other days it’s mine
and you don’t deserve

One ventricle, chamber of it.
Not a bit.

Not at all, love.
Not at all.

Without any hesitation,
and zero regard for humanity,
he’ll take your innocence,
lace it with profanity,
and cut out rails with your morality.






                                          My knife to his throat,
                                                     I plead insanity.

You all have
A little bit of
"I want to save the world!"
In you

I just want you to know
That it's ok if you only
Save one person and
It's okay if that person
Is you

I gave them the love I never received
they gave me the hatred I've never seen
I gave them every piece of me
they admitted to using me
I lied for them
they lied to me
love cant be one way down a two way street

Invisible Man

       You live your life, working for the
Man clocking in and clocking out
You ask yourself what’s the purpose
What’s this life all about

Sometimes you just want to get away
Somewhere far across the sea
Just to escape the darkness that surrounds
You but a loaded gun couldn’t set you free

You’ve seen your heroes on
The big silver screen
You wish you could be like them
But you’ll never be that keen

You might feel a need for praise
That you have never gotten
But deep down you’re just hoping
To be someone that’s not forgotten

When your life on Earth is through
And it’s put under a careful scan
Will the results clearly indicate that
You were more than an Invisible Man

Written By:Charles Kean
04/28/2025

Временная пауза, тихо
Там где дымилось прорастет
Запахом дымки насквозь
У каждого где-то остановилось

Вставшие сапоги в грязи
Уже не отмыть не в чьих силах
Комки грязи верности куски
Налипнут, шагов тяжелее сиплых  

Эхо уперлось в горле сразу
Не вылетело, слышно самому себе
Смысл крикнуть застопорившись?
Вряд ли даст знать судьба обо мне

В воздухе застыло незаконченное
Закружилась голова одного
Давай, подложи дров немного
Огонь не поспеет, дотла подгорело все

О чем думается в этот момент
Мысленно вопрос смолкнет
Хотя бы сейчас только дым папирос
в голове пусть ничего больше не воет

Быль пряной воды с солью
Мешается сама собой
В руках было столько оловянных ложек
Вкус разъедается ржавчиной сплошной

Границы размылись давно во всем
Сказанное перекрывается
Молчание всегда покрывается
Оценка, как молоко и пенка потом

Деревья без листьев пока
Не шелестят зелеными первыми
Видно ворона свитое гнездо
Пустые деревья без ветра

Sometimes I simply can't breathe
Or that's what it feels like to me

And he's not here anymore to point out
That if I can talk to him I'm breathing
That the loud noise in my ears is the air
Rushing in and punching out

He's not here anymore to remind me
It's my mind playing tricks and
Perception is key and its
Just my anxiety

Buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo

That five-seven-five is a scam,
Just nature plus seasonal spam.
A frog in a bog—
Wow! A leaf! And some fog!
It’s a tweet with a syllable jam.

Now limericks think they’re so sly,
With their jigs and their wink of the eye.
But their punchlines grow stale,
Like a bar yuck from Yale—
It’s the dad joke of poetry. Why?

Oh Shakespeare, forgive what’s been done—
Fourteen lines on a love that won’t run.
With their iambic moans,
And romanticized groans—
They're just Tinder swipes dressed as the sun.

Repetition’s the name of its game,
But by stanza three, it’s all shame.
You repeat and repeat,
Till your brain hits delete—
Was it clever, or just all the same?

Acrostics spell TRY HARD down the side,
A format no critic can abide.
Each line bends and breaks,
Just for symmetry’s sake—
And the message gets lost in the ride.

Free verse gets a pass, but just barely—
Too often it screams “Look, I’m arty!”
With no rhythm or aim,
Just vibes and a name—
Like a drunk giving TED Talks at parties.

---

There once was a muse unconfined,
Who laughed at each rule tightly lined.
When pure thought took flight,
It outshone every rite—
For raw truth outclasses form every time.

Poetry is my release of emotions,
Into a world of words where I feel understood.

कल बैठे बैठे आँखें भर सी आईं,
तारों की रौशनी में जब तेरी यादें लौट सी आईं।
अब सोचकर खुद से पूछता हूँ मैं,
क्या वो एक ख़्वाब थी — जो सिर्फ़ मेरे सपनों में आई?

अगर ऐसा है तो उस ख़्वाब से जगाना ना तुम मुझे,
उसी ख़्वाब के साथ मर जाने दो मुझे।
क्योंकि अब उस संसार से क्या ही रिश्ता-नाता हमारा,
जिस संसार ने तुम्हारी आवाज़ सुनी ही ना।

जिन ज़ुल्फ़ों को हवा ने सँवारा ही नहीं,
जिन आँखों को चिड़ियों ने गवारा ही नहीं।
उसने हम क्या ही बात करें,
वो दिखती कैसी थी — हम क्या ही बयां करें।

No. Worse than that.
She loved you in every single one, just not ours.
She cared for me once in all my life when it benefitted her.
And cast you out when it was convenient to save you.
She loved us in all but one.
And we got the shortest straw...

I thought
“I wanna always trend at the top”
But if every one
Liked every thing
What worth would it be
If no matter what dumb thing I say
Everyone agreed?

I wish I was a poet
But I'm just another person who learned that puting the letters of the the alphabet together, forms words.

Looking in the mirror
Wanting to end my life
Blackness befell me
Wrists I cut with my knife.
The blood oozed out
Upon the bathroom floor
Was my death to be unseen
Behind a closed wooden door.
Three weeks earlier my lover
Had died,
I worshipped that woman
Thousands of tears I cried.
Bereavement of a love one
Is so hard to take
So slitting my wrists
Was not worthless mistake.
Some people say it’s a
cowards way out,
But you know what
I haven’t got to live with that.

just stay here and console me
just stay and collect my words together to hear their melody
just stay here and hold my pieces together
to figure me
just stay here and look at me
to see the lifeless painting I have become
to understand my pain
just stay here
silent with me
to hear my soul shatter
slowly
just stay here
with me
stay