#astounding
I dreamt the other night
I dreamt I had a full head of hair again
I was looking at myself in the mirror
I couldn't believe it
Look! I've got a full head of hair again
I was running my fingers through it
It was so soft and wavy, so full and thick again
And it was all black
There wasn't the slighest hint of grey
I could hardly recognise myself
I looked so youthful, so young again
I felt like a different person altogether
It was something amazing...something wondrous
When I awoke I felt like a little kid on a Christmas morning
As if I'd been given a great gift
As I lay there I thought
"In the other room there's a mirror...
I wonder".
Jan 2
Jan 2, 2026 at 4:05 PM UTC
What an email,
Can reveal!
Embedded within the message,
What simple words unravel;
From where, and whom, they have traveled!
How much one can extrapolate
From mere more than chatter,
It would be astounding if not frightening
That you can tap out so much
From just dry lightning.
Jun 14, 2023
Jun 14, 2023 at 12:05 PM UTC
the way
that i spent
nearly countless hours of
my precious time
psychoanalyzing
nonexistent nuances
in any
desperate attempt
to escape the silent shouting
void around me;
only to be left
in the same void once more
the moment i got
an ounce of clarity.
~it's astounding, but not in the good way
Dec 3, 2020
Dec 3, 2020 at 7:03 PM UTC
Twinkle twinkle, you little star,
You don’t deserve this world, by far.
For you got killed with such brutality,
By a few who can’t be questioned about their mentality.
You got dragged into something you could barely
understand,
The aftermath of which left you with a broken hand,
They dispatched you at a dump, cold and dead,
After the sadistic thought of seeking vengeance struck
their head.
Maggots had fested your body,
Rodents had bitten your leg down to bones,
How could they even fathom something so dastard,
Those men without backbones.
As you laid there in the dump,
Your eyes gouged out.
As it reflected your helplessness,
A cleaner saw it and let out a shout.
As the news spread across the nation,
Every citizen might have had a similar notion,
‘Twinkle twinkle, you little star,
You don’t deserve this world, by far!’
Mar 22, 2020
Mar 22, 2020 at 3:40 PM UTC
To find enternal beauty meticulously I look into your crystal eyes
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 5:09 AM UTC
My thoughts are so distant, can anyone scale them?
They are deep and high and beyond any man’s limit.
They portray the richness of my soul and the light that makes me dance.
My thoughts are so unique they astound my very self.
Such is the structure of my being; the uniqueness found only in me.
Akin perhaps is the core, found only in writers and poets of old.
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 12:57 PM UTC