I made a decision— it lingers, enshrouding my mind; the crescent
of burning delight pulls at tonight’s darkness, as a flicker of light,
but also sliver of fright. My skin burns under its weight, while
wisdom crowns me in sleep; I dreamt of it all— and still, I woke
up uncertain.
On the hot tarmac of my dreams I’m nothing but gravel, caught
beneath the speed of passing lives. _Small. Unnoticed._ Wishing
to be seen— but wishing is a two-edged lie; a blade that glitters
hope yet cuts down to thought.
There’s a verse written in every tear, a scripture memorized by
sorrow, and the ocean inside me pours outward, salt and prayer,
a flood no shore can contain. And still, somehow, I give birth to
these shallow poems— though maybe shallow is just another way
to say they carry depth beneath the surface.
In the end, I return to the same place: the edge of decision, where
all of it—a dream, a wish, or a word— is nothing, until I choose.
And so I made a decision— a circle closing on itself, the beginning
rewritten, the same words, but now carved deeper in stone.
Oct 6, 2025
Oct 6, 2025 at 3:41 AM UTC
I made a decision— it lingers, enshrouding my mind; the crescent
of burning delight pulls at tonight’s darkness, as a flicker of light,
but also sliver of fright. My skin burns under its weight, while
wisdom crowns me in sleep; I dreamt of it all— and still, I woke
up uncertain.
On the hot tarmac of my dreams I’m nothing but gravel, caught
beneath the speed of passing lives. _Small. Unnoticed._ Wishing
to be seen— but wishing is a two-edged lie; a blade that glitters
hope yet cuts down to thought.
There’s a verse written in every tear, a scripture memorized by
sorrow, and the ocean inside me pours outward, salt and prayer,
a flood no shore can contain. And still, somehow, I give birth to
these shallow poems— though maybe shallow is just another way
to say they carry depth beneath the surface.
In the end, I return to the same place: the edge of decision, where
all of it—a dream, a wish, or a word— is nothing, until I choose.
And so I made a decision— a circle closing on itself, the beginning
rewritten, the same words, but now carved deeper in stone.
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