#cascade
When you look in the right place, there it will be.
(I'm talking about light.)
Your eye interprets everything from within.
Blue skies, gray skies, all an illusion.
The light of your life isn't in a face or a star.
When you look in the right place, there it will be.
You have thought yourself a moon, reflecting.
Rods and cones are the heart's handmaidens.
(I'm talking about light.)
That person, that sunrise, they are lit because you lit them,
just as they lit you, from loneliness, darkness.
Your eye interprets everything from within.
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 1:22 PM UTC
—exploring the boundaries of almost
I have learned the discipline of looking
as light rests on her face without staying,
like a young fawn paused mid-step, knowing the water is near.
Her throbbing pulse whispers first in the silence between us,
a dream rising before permission is named.
I have learned the discipline of looking
Patiently—we surrender, waiting for breath to finally agree with breath,
for wanting to learn the caress of yes without voice,
as light rests on her face without staying,
Time loosens its caress; the pain of our restraint becomes unbearable,
arousal teaching us the power of almost, of not yet,
like a young fawn paused mid-step, knowing the water is near.
Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 5:45 PM UTC
Sleepless nights,Cloudy eyes
All seem to be in season
Heavy head,painful sight
All promising wonders
Frail body, weaker mind
Still holding you straighter
Greyer days Darker nights
All seam to blend perfect
Weeping heart,bleeding souls
All mix to form wonders
All this mix
Still strong enough on the outside
In all this cascade
Needn't more to say
We all don't have it perfect
And all understood it different.
Mar 4, 2025
Mar 4, 2025 at 11:33 AM UTC
Its been three months
her hairs long now
it cascades down her back
moving as she walks closer to me,
grows closer to me.
I wonder how she feels when she sees me,
how she feels when she sees me standing there waiting.
all i see is guilt, and on top of that shame.
shame how it ended the way it did,
guilt on the way i acted.
i don't know if i should speak,
and if i did,
if she would respond.
Jan 5, 2025
Jan 5, 2025 at 3:33 AM UTC
TEARS that FALL LIKE WATERFALLS,
are the TEARS THAT FALL
from your EYES,
are the RAINDROPS that RAIN
DOWN HEAVY,
from the CLOUDY HEAVENLY SKIES!!
So, let the TEARDROPS FALL like
WATERFALLS,
Just RELEASE and
LET THEM GO,
Like a CASCADE of WATER
THAT IS FALLING,
Just let the TEARDROPS FLOW!!
WATERFALLS CAN DRY OUT, from
NO RAIN that is CAUSED by DROUGHT,
NO MORE SUFFERING, and NO MORE FEARS,
SO, GO ON AND DRY THOSE TEARS!!
THEY SAY THAT: AFTER THE RAIN,
I Just THOUGHT THAT YOU
SHOULD KNOW,
Your TEARS MAY BE your
DOWNFALL, but
at the END, THERE'S a
BEAUTIFUL
🌈 RAINBOW 🌈
B.R.
Date: 8/28/2024
Aug 27, 2024
Aug 27, 2024 at 12:45 PM UTC
I stalk through the dark hallways
Drifting through remnants of a sun.
Spirals into vortexes, cascading shafts of light on
Brief transits inward, where time falters.
Forces push & pull and all around
The tide of the cosmos envelopes me,
Wading through the static sea
Waves come in crashing-
Laughter, screams
And yet, no sound escapes the vacuum
Jun 17, 2024
Jun 17, 2024 at 10:57 AM UTC
they tell me that we’re made of stardust,
but i don’t feel like something so glorious.
i feel like the dark side of the moon,
like the space between worlds,
like the howling void,
and the empty cascade of dying suns.
i feel like silence,
like i’m screaming with no one to hear me.
Oct 17, 2020
Oct 17, 2020 at 11:02 AM UTC
An avalanche of empathy
dislodged
covering me in suffocating
realisation.
That I wasn't the mountain,
more the snow.
Soft and delicate,
sentiment never compacted enough.
May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 9:35 AM UTC
In my life there are three things:
A feeling of emptiness,
a hollow laugh and blank face,
Hiding behind a mask
I wonder day by day
nothing changing
the world around me is unimportant.
In my life there are three things:
My own emotions elude me
they go about their days
hiding in the back of my brain
a feeling of emptiness
Upon my face there sits
a person I don't know
Because of all I ever am is
a hollow laugh and blank face
Day by day, night by night
nobody ever bothers to look
but I never bother to tell, I'm
hiding behind a mask
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 3:40 PM UTC
Water running through toes and over elbows.
Cascading down forearms and up necks.
Falling in stampedes from underneath eyelids
PIT PAT
PIT PAT
PIT PAT
Onto shoelaces and ankles and
Fabric draped across our laps.
This is the feeling of an afternoon spent entangled in
Covers. The sensation of a cold breeze
Swooping us up on its burdensome wings
Only to ask “Where’s my tip?” and the shrugging shoulders
That follow. The rattle of empty pockets. The
Shattering of glass and a cry for HELP
So incredibly ARDUOUS it slices your throat
Like a steel blade
SSSSSS SSSSSSSSSSSS
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSS SSSSSSSSSS
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
And the clock doesn’t stop ticking
Around and around until you’re too dizzy.
This is the feeling of water running through toes and over elbows. Cascading down forearms and up necks. This is the feeling of an afternoon spent entangled in covers. The feeling of a cold breeze swooping us up on it burdensome wings. The feeling of a cry so arduous it slices your throat like a steel blade.
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 8:20 PM UTC
In the cascade of my feelings,
a steep precipice separated the ways
disconnecting every bit from you
left me waiting on the long days
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 11:07 AM UTC
When it rains,
It pours.
Cascading down,
I guess I’ll go home,
And stay there,
To hide.
Forget about my prior notion.
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 3:09 AM UTC
Find me.
Callouses bubble born of survival
Barefooted, bare-backed branding
It's psycho-tribal.
It's in the bible.
Something on makeshift witchcraft
An (in)impatient scripture draft
Find me.
All of us, answers for anatomy.
Grey slate, tabula. And. scar tissue tough
Illness or just ill-wish is brainstem spinal
Callouses bubble born of survival.
Instinctive. Normal.
What we learned when the books were burned
Cave paintings made in the padded cage
Barefooted bare backed branding.
Now, make it gentle.
Through looking glass, exhausted paragraphs
Be blind to the bodies and dance
It's psycho-tribal.
Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 5:05 AM UTC
*A wave’s born on the
Vast waters and it’s gone torn
From water’s surface
An entranced lone bee
Enthusiastically
Serenades flower.
Wind in deference
To the sun whistles softly
Paying staid homage
A trifle many
Things happen beneath our nose
That escapes notice.*
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 5:14 AM UTC
I took shelter underneath a dim structure deep within the city..
The beautiful light rain fell like a cascade of sun filled diamonds..
It was so beautiful..
The dripping shine that was falling from me became shadow drops.
They ran along the dim light floor and collected in the corner of the room.
It was there I saw a strange insect of blue light..
The light storm was somewhat of a blessing. It seem to chase all the light beings indoors . They too were waiting out the storm. Meanwhile I was dripping light rain that would soon turn into shadow drops and would run down to the corner of the room. A small puddle of shade formed there. It was like looking into a hole with no beginning or end if that makes sense. Then from the window flew in a bright star blue insect of sorts. Its wings made a strange flute like sound. It flew into the puddle of shade and seem to lather itself in the dark waters. It then flew toward me. Could it see me? It truly was not an insect. It was a pattern of beautiful shapes with 4 white wings made of light. I moved away from it suddenly. It then flew into my gathered darkness and would roll around in it. It almost seem liked it enjoyed my leaking shadow. It then flew out the window into the light storm. I then fell asleep in a dark corner of my accidental creation. I awoke to a harmony of sounds. The room was now filled with these strange insect like patterns of all colors. They were all bathing in my shadow.
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 2:43 PM UTC
*a little rich
cascade
in free fall
across stones
not yet slippery
of moss
water in
communion
with the being
a forest
sprouted
within
making
branches
of arms
trunk
of
torso
fruit
of the
heart
now
skipping
over and on
astride
like a
creature
barefoot
over jagged
stone
a green silken
gurgle
demon sky...*
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 2:48 PM UTC
spout
mayflowers
on my arms
splash
in a fall of
cascade
sing
myself a
melody
fling
a paper
airplane
make arrow
heads of
words
step out
stare intent
at stars
string an
old guitar
to frenzy
run to
the beat
of my feet
very
very
slowly
count
up to
ten
a room
caught in
mid-waltz
hush in
a storm's
aftermath
debris
strewn
around
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 11:10 AM UTC
The World Doesn't Care
You are afraid
Leading into a cascade
The World Doesn't Care
Your struggle
That's your trouble
The World Doesn't Care
Show you are afraid
Show your struggle
Cascade
&
Trouble
Clearly define your fight
Grit and show your bite
The World Will Care
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 7:30 PM UTC
Seraphic in form
He promised to end the storm
Setting me in a trance
He pulled out a lance
To rescue he had to carve my naked armor
So I stood vulnerable on the rejuvenating harbor
I held the scrunched hand of my Mariner
As we sailed together over the rough waters
But soon I realized that his service was a sham
His shadows had deceived me to believe he was my guiding lamp
Contrary to the promises he slashed my trust
With knives, blades made of inhuman lust
That wretched soul turned me into a wreck
A forgotten flotsam, as I continued on the arduous trek
Merciless the journey grew, I was reaching my nadir
But hungry still was the counterfeiter’s stare
An alarm signaled him that his prey was out of blood
He waited to remove me like a **** with his stump spud
Thunderous, monstrous the gory battle raged
He bathed under the scarlet running of my veins, deranged
He devoured me till the very end
Corpse I was but undead
His wrath had turned me incredibly fragile and frail
So before he could end this life,
I jumped in the treacherous cascade following a much peaceful trail
~Manu M.
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 8:54 AM UTC
If you go far enough you will find it.. It is said that it is truly the beginning.. An ocean made entirely of light.. The waters connect you to every light that exist.. You simply float on the radiant waters and you get a glimpse of what a star sees.. Its when you dive into these waters that you become light itself.. Our universe has darkness.. Its what the stars roll on.. Our minds limit us to this universe as Uni means one in and of itself.. But it is truly boundless.. To become light anywhere is to be able to leave any form of boundary.. Even the boundaries of the mind.. This is where your imagination takes over completely.. And this is where I finally see you... For I am the darkness and you are the light..
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 3:25 PM UTC
Rainbows on the small cascades,
Mica streaks the sand,
The silver veins I laugh,
And the fragments give way,
Fish as long as my fingernail,
Curious about my feet
on the sunny rock I almost sleep
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 10:04 PM UTC
My soul is dense,
Saturated with tears
spilt and caught within.
Like rainwater
they seep into the depths
avoiding the external cascade.
But this will subside!
I know it will...
As I take in your form
skipped heartbeats make
ripples of the dark pool.
The dark turns to mist
and curls off in your breeze.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 7:32 PM UTC