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With the stillness of the void, I failed to exist.
My silhouette rips away flesh from its mist.
My silence, my shelter, my singular state.
It whispers my secrets, my truths, and my fate.

In these depths of thought, as righteous as sin,
Another me was synced with the symphony within.
This void, was a canvas, our souls were the art.
Revealing dualities of my mind and heart.

Synchronized, and pure, I could finally sing.
I longed for the closure I knew it would bring.
Here in the black, I have Vanished, but whole.
In the infinite horizon, the home of my soul.

The silence, we keep so our secrets can dwell.
'Til the day we escape from the gates of our hell.
I'm tethered at the soul. We exist hand in hand.
Protecting an existence no one would understand.

In the quiet of my conscience, you'll find the true me.
As infinitely clean as the energy, I'll be.
A realm I created to keep my heart from the cold.
where my dreams hold the proof, I'll eternally grow.

In sync with my conscience, from the void, hummed a tune.
It called me from beyond the dark side of the moon
And as I would chase, id no longer feel.
Heard a whisper of truth say, "Reality is not real."

I felt the earth breathe in my synchronized state.
Two beings witnessed one that shared the same fate.
Our emotions flew freely in the nothing. Enigmatic.
We embraced the obscure. We are lost in the static.

In quantum subconscious, the dark and light blend.
Throwing every shade of me as but one with no end,
Not dull and not bright. Not filthy nor clean.
There's black and white but we both existed there, in between.

Our silence would scream. Ripped fabrics grew seams.
As sleepless as I am, in this void, I have dreams.
I whisper to the ether, and it whispers back to me.
I've escaped all that is, to embrace, what will be.

Without understanding or concept, or beliefs,
I silently listen as the universe speaks.
I've seen another me in the nothing. Enigmatic.
living in the obscure he found a home in my static.
Samuel May 5
The void,
Its emptiness, fills my sense of self with nothing
Dark , its expanse as the midnight sky
Rules my emotions, like a king
I fight with the darkness for a sweet escape,
but it tones down to just a futile try.

Come one, come all, it’s happening again
Pushing away people, as I make my descent
I walk down the dammed lane
The blood moon forming a crescent.

Tantalising thoughts howl like a wolf at the moon
The feed on my trepid soul
The darkness is devoured, a void left like a boon.
Wandering through the road, with not a goal.

A flicker of hope,
Then lends you a rope.
It beams you up, a classic Trope.
It fills your void with what you think is good,
But you drown in water like no one should.
Drowning makes me breathe again, a fresh new perspective.
Frau Trude works like an antiseptic.
Always feeling this emptiness, walking down the path of life alone. The feeling of the sadness feeding off of you. Someone wants to help, but it initially feels like drowning but is what gives your life a fresh perspective, the manipulation providing a mending hand
reydmh Apr 26
Untukmu kekosongan dan kebimbangan
sudah kutulis kata demi kata
Apakah kau sudah tidur nyenyak hari ini?
apakah semua hal yang kulakukan sebanding?

Didalam istana penuh kemewahan, kemanisan
Ditawan dengan rasa kehilangan
Seolah berharap suatu hari
bagai pesawat lepas landas dan terasa lega, sebab kita telah sampai dimana
kilat sinar yang menyinarimu


2025
reydmh
B Reijjj Apr 24
In the third of the night that sent by fate
a fate never meant for me.
As you burn, I freeze,
shrouded in the blizzard of silence,
witnessing your lightning-quick decision.

Makes me stand in the heart of winter,
with void dwelling deep in my senses and breath,
I turn myself into a monument of lament and sorrow,
powerless, violated by the shadow of your touch.

Perhaps I seem calm and unshakable,
but my blood boils, giving birth to a disaster
a tornado of crimson rising in my chest,
spinning without direction, wild and untamed.

If only I had not severed these hands,
for whenever I crave to reach for you,
it would turn me into ruins of darkness,
covered in dust, with shadows nesting in the hollows of my ribcage.

Yet behind it all, a flicker still lingers.
Even if I keep severing my hands,
your warmth, your beauty will always be
the cascade of light I yearn for.
And if I rust away, this monument will stand,
a testament to your grace.
Nehal Apr 24
Wake your soul—
Tell me you see the floor.
The void has distorted the existence,
I keep falling, there's no resistence.
Wake your soul—
Tell me it didn't devour you.
The void controls the void mind,
Despairs you in no time and kind.
Wake your soul—
Do not worship it.
In shadows they lurk, with deceit as their guide,
Claiming truths not their own, where their morals have died.
A hollow pursuit, in the depths of the night,
Seeking light from others, to claim as their right.

But truth is a flame that burns from within,
Not a trophy to steal, nor a prize to win.
It's the essence of being, the core of our soul,
Not a void to be filled, nor a gap to control.

So let's hold our truth, with compassion and grace,
And walk our own paths, at our own steady pace.
For the truth that we live, is the light that we give,
In a world of shadows, it's how we truly live.
Widad Apr 2
I walk through shadows, leaving no trace,
like a lost echo in endless space.
The wind keeps calling, whispering my name,
as if the universe longs to take me away.
I’m stardust drifting in a faded sky,
floating weightless, unseen, passing by.
The lights are flickering, trying to guide,
but my soul only yearns to hide.
Let me go, like dust in the air,
dancing with the wind, fading everywhere.
Don’t search for my footprints, they won’t remain,
I’m only a whisper lost in yesterday.
The voices are calling, but I don’t hear,
my reflection dissolves in the water so clear.
I wanted to burn, to shine like the sun,
but I’m only ashes when the fire is gone.
Will you remember when I disappear?
Or will I be dust when the dawn draws near?
The sky holds me close, it sings me to sleep,
and among the stars, my soul will keep.
Let me go, like dust in the air,
dancing with the wind, fading everywhere.
Don’t search for my footprints, they won’t remain,
I’m only a whisper lost in yesterday.
Floating… unraveling…
I’m cosmic dust in eternity.
I want to hold the moon, in the stillness.
As a newly healed being, forgetting his illness.
With transcendent secrets, long lost, and unheard.
Converge with the earth, my body returned.

It's not just the glow that my soul truly seeks-
But the calling of a gnosis, at its brilliant peak.
The kind that would nurture without word or touch.
With pulses divine, surging through me in flux.

I want to push oceans, form the tides Mighty sway.
As nova's light the way, even brighter than the day.
Not where I am dying, but drifting sublime.
Through a cosmic stimulation of emotions and mind.

To hold the moon is to be as the dark,
The Infinite void with no ending or start.
To weave through galaxies in quantum ascent.
To be untethered, unmeasured, and unbent.

For there's a place where echoes of gnosis still call.
Where darkness is divine, as it stands without fall.
For when all existence comes to end, as we know it.
Darkness not only lives but will thrive by the moment.

The stars told a secret, the divine know our depths.
Our intentions are gold. We're not at fault for our steps.
I want to walk where quantum waves ebb and flow,
And merge with the calm, only the moon has ever shown.

To hold the moon is to live as the night.
No longer chasing myths of a misguiding light.
To rest with the shadows, unobserved in their allure.
My failing charred heart, reborn by the nights cure.

♦ Đerek Λbraxas ♦
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