#characters
i think i just
witnessed a seagull
singing in the shower
beneath the runoff
from the drainpipe of
the neighbouring roof
reaching its head
proudly upwards
with warbling beak
opening and closing
as it gave voice to
its ornithic ballad
either that or
it was simply
just another bird
having a drink
from the closest
source of water
available to it
in the hopes of
surviving longer
than its peers
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 7:15 AM UTC
Whilst taking a country walk,
My path took a fork,
my eyes did see, in the long grass?
a young woman,
Sleeping,
a feeling inside, made me think she wanted to hide,
but leave her i couldn't, she started to stir,
lifting her head towards me,
can i ask your name?
she replied,
"Jane Eyre"
Miss Eyre I do declare, I've read the book of your life,
Knowing the troubles and Strife,
that's brought you to this moment.
She looked at me, with a perplexed expression, asking what i know,
you were lied to, when the truth would have set you both free,
when no-one was looking,
to this place you flee,
now sleeping rough,
barely surviving on wild berries,
life at times, can be tough.
What's you're name? She asked,
"David Copperfield"
I'm right next to you,
now will you allow me to purchase you that cake?
Oh my! David, you've sent a shiver down my spine,
I've been stuck inside this straight jacket, for a long time,
I'll take up your offer,
and turn over a new page,
we could visit all the neighbours,
start a new age.
Dec 5, 2025
Dec 5, 2025 at 5:14 AM UTC
Unique...
Sport a tattoo or marry the cow
Awed wishes of a passion, weak
And sitting pretty, in the round of a house
See my stare...
Windows with impeccable taste
Give kisses in a share
Of a wayward breeze, that even hosts haste
Done?
And the door of sincerity, to weigh the possibility
Cause, quarter and a hiccough; just for fun
Do we learn the better of each other, oft survivability?
Sweeter by the course, of a wisdom in the first
Is sense so lovely a can, even imaginary sorts...
Wearing the abuse of the world, or a sunny remark even worst
The wagers in lead, we tell the tale of living's forces?
Room for more?
Sultry, lithe, or the spare eyes of chance to choose
You over the adding few, of what was a hand to question sore
The future of mercy in a miserable change, of seasons into you's
Jul 27, 2025
Jul 27, 2025 at 11:33 PM UTC
“Suffer.
Oh, how they will suffer.
Pretty land,
So fair and meek,
How you shall suffer!
As I bring out my Fury.
For this land,
Isolated,
Hiding,
And alive,
Will feel the sting of my word.”
My head sang this,
As my anger burned,
And I fed myself with not the pains of my journey,
But with the growing danger inside.
I grew closer.
And sang.
“Oh, meek land,
Tremble,
For Wrath is here.”
Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 9:24 AM UTC
“A book a day saves one from the enemy.”
I often told myself this.
As I leaned my ear to the pages of a leather-bound world.
The world spoke to me.
It’s inky words, etched into parchment, jumped at me,
Asking me to see into their lands.
See how they formed and died.
You may ask,
“Conqueror! How can this be so?”
Well, I will tell you.
Before, in my youth, my demon
This Wrath,
Often spoke in tongues.
Words that confused me, yet spoke to me.
I found them either soothing or scorching to my soul.
And it left me in tears.
“Learn thy enemy.”
The words of my father often told me.
Then in my darkness, I used them as strength.
Wrath chose to incline its breath upon my ears.
So to keep it at bay,
Make another’s words stronger than its own.
From there, I sought the word of stories.
Adventures.
Fantasies.
Myths.
Beautiful as they were enchanting,
Became my saving grace.
As the words of books surrounded me,
Did the demon find trouble.
Wrath chose to sing loud.
But the books, as I taught myself to bend to their will, would speak even louder.
Damsels,
Cloaked villains,
Heroes with swords!
They all sought me.
And became my friends.
And Wrath?
Became a whisper.
So small,
So far into my mind, I could no longer hear it.
But when the book was placed down, it ****** me with a single word.
"Please."
Jun 30, 2025
Jun 30, 2025 at 8:37 AM UTC
“Travel the land.”
I put foot over foot forward.
“Search it.”
My lungs burned from the scorching sands.
“Demand from it your goal.”
No water in sight.
No civilization for me to claim.
“No turning back.”
I took myself to the highest point in this **** desert.
I did not look up,
But down.
“For if we do, we shall eat of the blade we once scorned.”
And upon my gaze turning toward the lowest point,
Within a desert so vast,
That not even the tumbleweeds could stand alone,
Did I see.
A small city.
My home.
“At last,
I am here.”
I burned a smile upon my selfish lips.
“And I shall have what is mine.”
Jun 30, 2025
Jun 30, 2025 at 8:34 AM UTC
“Have there be no end to our suffering?”
I, Conqueror of many lands, asked.
For though, even in my doubt, I held something worse.
Wrath.
In my mission, my search for purpose, I had learned many a tale of demons.
Demons so vicious they stole your soul,
Devouring every bit of essence you held.
From my forefathers to my descendants,
We made it our purpose to vanquish demons.
“Train!”
My father told me, as his father told him.
“Train as those have before you. Learn thy enemy.”
And so, I did.
Every story, lesson, and artifact of my enemy was no foreign object to my eyes and ears.
I, often, fell upon the foot of the Lord,
And asked him,
“From the very Dawn,
To the Dusk,
I have been your servant.
I have stayed by your side.
Today, in gratitude and happiness, I ask you: Give me your word.
I hope to hear you.”
And often, not a word was spared.
No.
Instead,
A feeling took the place of the answers I sought.
Grateful as I was, and still am,
My ears sought more.
I feared asking further would lead to my dismay and demise.
So in place of my fear, anger bloomed.
Anger with no purpose other than feasting on my flesh.
Feeding itself with my weakness.
I saw it in the face once
In my doubt
In my hunger for more
I saw it scream.
Oh child,
It said.
Child, child!
Why do we beg?
To a voice, not even so, but an idea?
I turned away from such ideas it gave me.
And burned it to a world where it shall not feed on me, but itself.
Sometimes,
In the depths of my doubt,
Do I still hear it scream.
Jun 30, 2025
Jun 30, 2025 at 8:29 AM UTC
Inside the waters of my mind
There are underlying words to what I feel.
Whether or not I can hear them,
Or the world can see them,
They remain sinking to the bottom of this giant ocean.
And yet I bring myself out of the ocean and fall into dry desert.
Here, the land is vast, and the span of civilization ceases to exist.
I cannot find the signs toward my people.
I try to step back, but the ocean has dried up.
And on a mission, my body moves
Desperate to quench my dying thirst.
Desperate for the faces so familiar.
So I can find the sea of my sanity.
Although I have seen it once,
I knew the lands would not be easy to find.
There were many obstacles that I once had to face.
Long ago,
In the era of darkness,
Buzzards,
Vultures,
And roaches plague the land.
Ruins were all the eye could see
In this city of decay.
For in this city, the land knew of a tale.
The tale of a girl.
Red-eyed and destructive.
She carried her blade,
A scythe, made of the flesh of lies.
It stayed by her side,
Night and Day.
Morning til Dusk.
There was no way out of her wrath.
And where she went, she laid destruction in her path.
The ground would tremble,
The mountains parted for her, crumbling to dust,
And her fury had no end.
For years, this cycle of destruction, death, and evil would conquer the lands.
Not a soul knew what to do.
But then, not many souls knew me.
They did not venture into the mind that was mine.
They did not know me.
They did not see me.
Only I knew myself,
And the only one who knew better was the Lord himself.
And through words of flame, did my secrets pour out.
All the land knew when to hide,
Save themselves from the thunder between she and this sole prayer she often spoke of.
“Oh, Dusk, How you loathe me!
How you force me to tremble under your weight.
For it is when the night sky travels across the globe
And the stars twinkle across the land
That I find myself at the foot of the Lord.
I look high into Heaven.
And I ask
‘Do you see me?
See me and seek to help me in my search?’
But as my eyes close,
And the Dawn approaches,
I open to a world of evil.
Fiends and foes, more so all around.
But after much reflection, I can only see one Demon.
And it is me.”
For when no mere mortal could withstand her word,
Did the world shield itself.
And allow themselves to feel her blade of lies.
So in this moment, as I scoured the world for the sea,
I knew to find it
I would have to bend time and reality to my will.
And face my demons.
Jun 30, 2025
Jun 30, 2025 at 8:24 AM UTC
What's wrong with this? I'm used to it.
Doesn't mean that it won't fit.
But I want more, something obscure.
I want to tell a story.
But I'll set out on that journey
only to arrive back in my world
I blame myself.
It's not so bad.
This world's fantastic.
Its just, you see,
you know, I'm lost for words.
It's good, but blurred. Absurd.
You'll only hear what's intended. You get life's blurb.
You're given freedom of winding cages.
Take this fruit, It's just for you!
I'd like a different set of rules, roll again.
We talk of chains, but who's to blame?
So take them off, have a dream. It's not such a pretty scene.
Unfold, place of mythic founders, and beasts that sit at limits passed.
Make a world that's twice as fast.
Draw my maps and hoist the flags.
Make a world and let me stab.
Boil one up back in my lab.
Sadly, the crew's out. No flags are sailin.
Gladly I bring her in, but she's thin n failin.
Turn on her side and see she's flat, my world, you'll say.
But I'll get better for that.
Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 7:31 AM UTC
A mind, I'm trying to find a mind
to read to help me get refined,
so that my guise may come to hide
behind my shallowness of mind.
But friends are few, and far between
a while it's been since I have looked upon them,
so I'll love the world
a little less while I'm without them.
Still I'll push on, borrow a breath
to test the mind out of context
to get to know someone I've made
but I will slow with each delay.
And now I write in Jic and Saw
my people are in pieces
I might just try to talk about
completely different species.
For those you know cannot be faked
but you can take a part and break
the pieces off until you have
a species for the minds you make.
Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 7:27 AM UTC
There one was a man named Malvolio,
A fictional man in a folio
Who was played for a fool
By some rascals at Yule
For acting like such an assholio.
Feb 1, 2025
Feb 1, 2025 at 2:17 AM UTC
They like to say,
Negativity has yellow sleeves?
No, what? How does that make any sense?
I don't know, it's hard to write the way you do normally.
Just pick up the pen, and let out any spare thought you have.
I see how that could work,
But I was under the impression you write with a villainous plot.
Well that's just the effect of a fun ***
Just because I am one doesn't mean I think like one.
Jan 18, 2025
Jan 18, 2025 at 9:36 PM UTC
The sun rises,
With the dust.
Which blows across old acres,
Of desert sand.
Sending tumble weeds,
Straight to the oasis ponds.
It's a fragile thing,
This life.
Out here you live by the rules,
Of the man aiming a gun at your head.
It's real rough,
That's for certain.
It'll leave city spirits hurting,
But I'd rather live for the high noon,
Than some old mayor's law.
Jan 16, 2025
Jan 16, 2025 at 11:00 AM UTC
Some people live on
in a book, thanks to bottles --
of eternal ink.
Jul 25, 2024
Jul 25, 2024 at 3:32 AM UTC
Let's talk about revenge,
with a poem that ignites the fire
and then burns an identity.
You will find a sleeping monster within you
that you have been deliberately ignoring.
Let's talk about how an upheaval in the bodies oppressed reality,
a war that rages inside our heads.
I am a liberation warrior.
You are a comrade of struggle.
A spirit that is no longer
only shown in the metaphor of words
or the love of romantic characters
in the love life that haunts adolescence a lot.
Let's talk about revenge,
a fictional monster,
and a boy who stands bullied
wanting to show his identity
in every ******* world order.
Losers behold, those who flock!
And for he has long been alone,
fighting monsters in poisoned brains,
and a stomach that is only the main goal
of fighting for power,
now we are again in vain.
Let's talk, really the truth!
No love grows other than our love for ourselves.
Awaken!
Even if neither you are the hero,
nor the main character!
Apr 2, 2022
Apr 2, 2022 at 4:30 PM UTC
To be haunted
By voices of people
I have known,
But will never meet;
To be drawn
Into worlds
I have explored,
But will never see;
The sheer emotion of reading,
Magnifies and withers across each page;
With ink tearing into our hearts,
Leaving us yearning at each epilogue...
Dec 11, 2021
Dec 11, 2021 at 4:04 PM UTC
Shout out to the fact
that I wrote my D&D character
to be everything
I've ever wanted
I've ever hoped for
I've ever imagined
for myself
Now I'm quite literally
living vicariously through her
and finding myself wishing
for what she has
rather mourning what I don't
It's probably not healthy
how invested in her I am
how obsessed
how utterly disappointed I am
that I'm not really her
I want to be her
Jun 29, 2021
Jun 29, 2021 at 11:20 PM UTC
Flip,
Flip,
Flip through the pages of a fantasy series,
Always a Series,
You don't want good things to end,
Emerging,
Bingeing,
Hiding,
Takes you away from the wicked and wild,
Cause these friends cant hurt you...
Sep 20, 2020
Sep 20, 2020 at 10:17 PM UTC
I don't remember the last time
I was able to write.
Words flowing on the pages,
Page after
Page after
Page after
page.
Words that I can relate to
Figures of myself,
Painted into the lives
Of characters,
Made to represent who I
Would like to be
Jul 13, 2020
Jul 13, 2020 at 9:58 PM UTC