#adaptation
Expanding flesh,
bending genetics
diluting time,
blurring natural order.
A slowed pressure,
spreading across bodies,
fractions of mutations,
cleaving cells,
accumulated by design.
Pushes us forward;
an unending growth,
towards all directions,
unfolding our forms,
layer by layer.
Stretched to fit
a world unfavored;
an invisible process
of the mind,
sustained integration,
in fear of erasure.
Shifting through shapes
to outlive
the laws of nature,
to beat the odds
of existence.
Change is our survival.
Our very fabric of being—
ever adapting; ever advancing.
Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 4:21 PM UTC
Here's to fake love
for an hour or two
Falling and quickly getting back up
is modern-day-adaptation
Dec 26, 2025
Dec 26, 2025 at 9:45 AM UTC
She is so sweet and nice
Always ready to give beneficial advice
The height of posh society
Not an ounce of impropriety
Everything a lady should be
She is courteous and kind
A lady refined
She is never heard
To utter a disrespectful word
According to all, she is perfection
And doesn’t draw attention
But as the sun sets & the moon arises
She takes off her disguises
In her room she sits alone
Where her true self is shown
Her sweet, lady-like, smile
The smile of a crocodile
She is cruel to the core
Greedy, always wanting more
Every advice is with malice intent
Her staff members live in torment
For if they even give the slightest glance
They are whipped then fired without a second chance
She must have all the latest things from Italy to France
Her poor, old father must work double time to cover the finance
When doing a good deed she expects a favor returned
And you better do it or face getting spurned
If she appears to be perfect, yet a little shady
Its best to stay clear of this evil young lady
As you will quickly and brutally learn
How spiteful and vindictive she will turn
And she will once again put on her disguises in the morning
So be weary & wise by her disguise as I give you this warning
She may appear innocent and sweet
But down deep, she is the worst person you will ever meet.
Mar 31, 2025
Mar 31, 2025 at 3:24 PM UTC
It was never a walk in the park to try and fit in the niche,
Patterns altered,
Values allocated differently,
Galaxies were spun,
Poles far apart -
When I turned into you.
Your algorithm modified,
Borders merged, goals changed,
But, the race starts again,
An endless search to find a place.
Jan 16, 2025
Jan 16, 2025 at 5:25 AM UTC
Nothing made me angrier than when
You expected the best from me and I
Felt like it was unfair, and I couldn’t do
What everyone else could, that I didn’t
Have the tools, that this was a race but
I was positioned behind the
Starting line.
I thought you didn’t understand.
And you didn’t.
But you pushed me farther than I thought
I could go, you told me that I could do it—
That I had to.
You held me to that same gold standard,
On the bad days and the good days and
The days in between, you never wavered
And you never gave me the option to
Quit.
So I ran that race, and I ran it fast
I sprinted and leaped and speeded past
Everyone else, despite where I started,
And all I could feel was the rush in the air,
The breath in my veins and the wind in my hair,
The power of my stride, the power of my will,
The strength of my wholeness, this strength I could feel,
And every time, I thought I could not do it.
You did not know my pain—
Yet you pushed me right through it.
Oct 4, 2024
Oct 4, 2024 at 7:14 PM UTC
They are the drops of rain in an island
as you ride through a storm on a motorbike.
The coconuts falling down your head
on a quiet beach.
They are the songs and poems
addressed to or meant to attack politicians.
They are slippery rocks on a river
and the current of a whirlpool
for the heavy steps
of the enemies.
And they are the soft cashmere carpet
and the fine, powdery sands
for the careful steps
of my lovers.
Apr 8, 2024
Apr 8, 2024 at 3:32 AM UTC
Haven't even shed Crocodile tears
Calloused feet and scaled back,
the tear and wear.
Biting wildly and deeply into what feeds me
That desperation is the toll it has me in a death roll
This whirlwind of drip grit and flames; while spinning in the mud I can have no shame.
My pride deluded me to think of myself as an ancient king of lakes and streams.
Watering holes or beachfront property
On a sunny day, my kind knows harmony
We only know war At the movement of opportunity.
A Petty precarious peace treaty:
Survival of the fitness; closed mouths don't get fed
Survival instinct; if you don't eat you'll be the one who loses an arm and a leg
How can I even shed Crocodile tears
When I've become the dread
Mar 8, 2023
Mar 8, 2023 at 3:32 PM UTC
In jolts my bones erupt,
shatter and realign within
flesh contorted,
waxen;
until amorphous I return,
to draw up the covers
of that old snakeskin.
Feb 15, 2021
Feb 15, 2021 at 4:20 PM UTC
Sometimes one needs to
Dim the light to be in
The abyss world
No, no brighter sun over there
Just because
That world is grey
And greyness is
What they are used to
What they prefer
Normality
In their sense
Offering light
Even a trace
May leads to blindness
And yes
You don't want to
Blind them
Yet that light
Is love
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 7:25 PM UTC
If there’s one lesson you learn,
let it be that-
Nature is not weak,
and you are nature
Oct 27, 2019
Oct 27, 2019 at 11:10 AM UTC
And when the Lamb had opened the seventh seal,
There was silence in heaven about the space of half an hour -
I did grab my last chance at God to finally feel,
But after all those fights and battles, I still was proven dour.
Never - I felt myself winning in Death's game of chess;
Even if, I was sometimes pridefully smiling,
Just as like children feeling proudly after doing a remarkable mess;
I wanted to prove myself on Earth while God has been hiding.
All time - I left behind the ridiculous faces,
Painted with pious spirituality from random rapturous riddles
That might fuddle the painful slaves on his laces
To hear the scream of Death as dance-starting fiddles.
Oh, no - I said: Away with all the physicality,
Give me rather knowledge on my own - at least to know -
Who is God and who is Evil if they are real in reality,
To know, these faked battles against Death were not shallow.
All time, I've been annoyed on my road,
Though, it wasn't Death bothering me but my own emptiness,
While others had thousands of funny wishes implored,
I only wished to fetch up with my boredom and lonliness.
Never, I gave up to call the fate upon suffering fights,
To know, whether I would bear another hit - another blow,
Then, for sure it's my final destiny to hear how it invites:
Come, it's the end. I know you've become so tired for now.
And when the Lamb had opened the seventh seal,
There was silence in heaven about the space of half an hour -
And God has been silence all since I've been able to hear,
Say, what's the fate of such a terribly deaf and faithless soul?
"S.D.G" (Soli Deo Gloria) — "To God Alone the Glory"
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 2:34 AM UTC
There is a difference between pretence and adaptation
Your mind constantly in motion
Emotions,
Rising up to the occasions
Changing,
Depending on different sitiations.
...
To the British I speak English
To the Polish, I speak Polish
To the rich, I’m rich
And not just in manner of speech
It's not pretence
It just makes sense
Adapting to every situation
A constant change with diverse emotions
Not just an illusion
There are established illustrations
...
To everything there are two sides
Upsides and downsides
What I call adaptation
Some call pretence
When I give an illustration
Some come to my defence
My aspiration to be better than I am
My conviction to change who I am
Has turned into deception
Leaving behind frustration.
...
The constant changes has its effect
Some might call it a defect
Just like trying to learn 10 languages at the same time
In the end all you have is half-baked knowledge not worth a dime.
A current situation
To which there is no solution
Adapt?
Or pretend?
You decide if this is a upside,
Or a down side.
In the end, a position you must take,
“I am Half-baked.”
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 3:22 AM UTC
Am I losing you?
I feel like I am...
maybe it's just because we don't talk as much anymore
and whenever we do
it's catching up
and then silence
we make jokes
reminisce on the crazy **** we did
and laugh our ***** off
too much for the joke itself
but if we stop laughing— what then?
so we reminisce some more
You were always one of my closest friends..
maybe not my best friend, but you were always there
We did everything together, our group. The Boys. Our Group.
now i see you twice a year
and each time is less frequent than the last
And I'm not ready to let you go.
maybe it's because i know i don't have anyone else like you
definitely don't have anyone else like you
and i forget how to make friends
the new ones aren't as good
I don't do well with change.
i'll text you occasionally and talk about the unimportant stuff
but that spark that united us to begin with is gone
you've changed. i've changed
Our worlds are different now
So what do we have left to connect us?
i don't do well with change
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 2:09 AM UTC
locked up in my head
Taking turn to the mirror
I can see a face instead
That has been much clearer
When I was still in my head
When I knew where I was heading
But things happen and things change
I see time floating away
And every cigarette lands in the ashtray
feels like throwing away time of the days
When I am supposed to show gratitude to my dna
We will grow old that is for sure
What I didn’t know that life is still a long, long journey
Roads need to be walked without insecurity
Like an elephant in the jungle
Be kind and stay humble
first learn how to be kind to yourself
because the magic will outgrow
As impressions will get into you
And not soon enough you see that there is nothing in-between how you once were thinking and the person that you’re being
How do I, how do I go back to times like that
When I was still in my head
My head was all mine
No threat to my shine
Now I feel dead
I lied to myself
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 11:26 AM UTC