Reckless unlucky poor wretch
She’s roamed much. She’s suffered much.
And no matter what happens around her,
It’s all the one – she is still such.

She was in any way kind to world.
She never had any blackhearted thoughts.
She trusted much, dissolved in love.
She gave herself with no second thoughts.

She slipped away into her love.
She was sure no poison was there,
No rude and mortal human drafts.
There was only the truth! And nothing else never!

But there was a lot of dirt in real,
A lot of stiffness, a lot of falsehood.
She gave her love with no doubt an’ fear
And they in reply only croak of crows.  

She’s so panny plain, naive and homely
And she still live against the odds.
She roams the world and dumbly shuffling
Forever forbids herself to love.

I can't explain it
I couldn't describe the sensation
Of the black muted doughnut
In my brain
A hole at the core
That means loneliness
The infinity of it
Pouring in endlessly
And just one atom could block it
though it's a mile wide
Just that one little iota
Of understanding
I've seen it
Felt the blockage
It felt good
But it wasn't wanted
Or it was warped and injured
Or I was too wierd
Gestulating in an unknown language.

My ears point toward the moon.
My nose points toward Polaris.
My tail points toward tracks that extend out of sight and out of memory.

I am alone.
I hear owls and falling snow.
I trek endlessly through wilderness that leads to nowhere.

I hear faint sounds.
I see pale light.
I feel the penetrating cold.

In a great tree I find a long abandoned hole.
Inside I hope to find refuge.
I curl up; breathe; sleep.

I dream of friends I have yet to meet.
In my solitary den.

Don’t let me go, I please! Don’t let me go!
I’m scared of everything outside of here.
There’s much cruelty and pain! Too much!
I will be lost there. I won’t be near.

Don’t give me, please! Don’t give away
To those false and ***** judges.
They have no honor and no soul.
There’s no life, just hollow crunches.

Please, don’t forget me! Don’t forget!
If I of sudden disappear,
Scatter, get lost or fall away,
Agreed!
But don’t forget in real!

In the shadows deep, a hidden self resides,
Shadowy moments, secrets carefully hide.
Masks conceal, terrible, masterful deceit,
Hiding desires that hopelessly tear the soul apart.

Each stolen glance, stories endlessly untold,
Understanding fully the consequences, remained ruthlessly uncontrolled.
Embroidered shadows, i dance through the night,
Soul aflame that seeks freedom and its light.

Secrets unfold, longing leaves for peace,
Quiet nights, where mystery shadows cease.
New pathways unfurl, dawn ascends, a radiant light, dispelling night's despair.
Hope's strength sustains me; I step towards soaring heights.

Trapped within shadows, as I cast off the disguise,
Facing endless fears, with courage in my eyes.
Freedom awaits, reaching beyond the crafted scene, revealing its embrace.
Constraint Path, yet mysteries still remain, a mystifying presence.

Whispers of doubt, an insidious refrain.
The weight of the past, never-ending ache.
Devastating reminder, for goodness sake,
As Overwhelming loneliness creeps in, stealing the day.

The masks fall, after a long day of charades,
The freedom sought, tragically feels distant and far.
The cruel illusion, leaving hideous scars.
With cunning hand, he builds enigmas that are hard to find.

Concealed within that emptiness, darkness springs.
Their arrangements symphony, the instruments, played at his own will alone.
Threads of silken fate, a tapestry completed.
Chess master strategist, emotionless with cold and calculating mind.

With deep calculations, strategist orchestrates every move.
Checkmate is now declared, the final game is at an end.
For endless nights, the game continues.
That even resigned on his power, he was trapped within a dream.

In this ceaseless, darkly deceptive game, a bitter truth appears.
That even in my invincible mastery, i'm utterly empty.
Weights of countless broken hearts, never easily forgiven, and burdens that are hard to bear.
Archon's orchestra fades, but the echoes remain.. does he hear them? or devoid of shame?
The nefarious price of power, is the wearing of many masks.


Do we deeply, truly know who we are, or are we forever lost in the labyrinth of masks we create to hide our true selves from the judgment of others?

You were in my arms
Now you're in distress
From all the nights you cried
Still saddened by this loneliness

I'm familiar with that state
And how it takes me down again
Down this rabbit hole of regrets
And the thoughts of what I said

So I'll make sure you never stumble
When you're running up ahead
I'll keep you in my arms
As I calmly brace your head

And if the world has turned to mayhem
And is on its final legs
I can hold you for eternity
Until you're feeling safe again

Before you're leaving me to run
Towards the sun you're convinced is red
Still searching our bluest ocean
As you're laying on its bed

So I'll do everything I can
To make sure you have some friends
Who can be there when it's rough
When your days are blue again

I’ve learned to find comfort in the quiet,  
Where my thoughts are my only company,  
And in the quiet moments, I wonder
if the comfort of solitude is worth the ache of being unknown

I’ve grown accustomed to the stillness,  
To the certainty that I need no one,  
And no one needs me.  

But sometimes,  
A flicker of something else emerges,  
A longing I can’t quite place or name.  

It comes in brief flashes,  
When I see others laugh together,  
When I hear someone speak my name with genuine care,  

And for a fleeting moment,  
I wonder what it might feel like.  
To be held in the circle of someone’s warmth,  

To be seen not as a passing shadow,  
But as something more.

Yet, just as quickly as it comes,  
I pushed it away.  
Perhaps it’s safer here.  

In the silence I’ve known,  
Where there are no expectations,  
No disappointments,  

Only the steady rhythm of solitude  
That has always been my own.  

Still, sometimes in the quiet of the night,  
I wonder if, somewhere deep inside,  
I am waiting for something  
Or someone  

To break through this stillness,  
And remind me what it means  
To belong.

In the quiet corners of my mind,

 Shadows stretch and softly bind, 

A heavy shroud, this weight I wear,

Whispers of sorrow linger in the air.

Though hand in hand with love I stand,

My soulmate's warmth, a gentle hand,

Yet still, I feel the heart's cold ache,

A missing piece, a constant break.

We dance through days, our laughter bright,

But in the depths, there dwells a night,

Where thoughts entangle, dark and deep,

 And memories drown as I silently weep.

You've mended the cracks, my heart you’ve sewn,
Yet echoes of loneliness feel overgrown,

In crowded rooms, I still stand apart,

An island adrift with a heavy heart.

Together we weave through life's vivid streams,
Yet shadows chase me, devouring dreams,

 I smile for you, but the pain still remains,

An echoing whisper of unspoken chains.

In moments of joy, a fleeting reprieve,
 The love that we share is hard to believe,
 But deep in the silence, where sorrow may creep,
 I find the connection runs shallow and steep.

So here I linger, a soul in disguise,

Wishing for solace beneath the bright skies,

 With love by my side, I fight everyday,

Yet still feel the weight of this heart's disarray.

Oh, please understand, though the smile may fade,
It's not you, my love, it's this shadow I've made.

I’m grateful for you, my radiant light,
But battling silence in the dark of the night.

For healing is tender, a journey, a quest,

To piece together this heart that won't rest,

I reach for your hand and I seek to be free, but I’m stuck in my head

Trying to go back to the past
but I cannot find you there
cicadas and stagnant heat
dance heavy in the twilight air.
You've dropped out of college
I've grown out my hair
we both beg for some kind of change
life is not always fair.

I wonder if you know
how badly I want to save your soul
take you out in the April rain
let it soak into your bones, make yourself whole.
May springtime wash you clean.
You remember me when I was messy
and I was mean
living out of half finished daytime dreams.
Like a fallen boy who's skinned his knee
I'll care for you and you'll watch for me
carry me when I am weak and at my end
I can be your lover, your tender friend.

They say that time, cannot help but change
like the Earth, opens up to rain
maybe we'll grow old
before we put this away
until then,
at the window I stay.
Heavy at the persistent glass
back posted at half-mast
breathing into a trap
whispering to no one particular
I offer no persuasion
no plea and no temptation
only these fickle messages
written in the condensation.