#concept
I hate time.
I hate being conscious about the existence of time.
I hate how every second slips away and cannot be redone.
I hate when I'm a bad person and only cry when they're gone.
I hate how, deep down, time doesn't change anything.
No matter how long it takes, I can still be on the same place.
How I'm always close, but never closer
To anyone who's already decided their fate.
I hate growing up and having to adjust.
I hate slowing down and eating their dust.
For as long as my stories have been alive,
I only care to fantasy, where there is no time.
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 7:50 PM UTC
Land of the poor
home of the rich
Land of the no longer free
oh America,
where have you gone
in the mind you exist
in reality you faded
concept more then truth
a pretty lie,
from the ****** truth
oh America,
where have you gone
Feb 12
Feb 12, 2026 at 8:58 AM UTC
🤔🤔
😉🥰
🤫😘
it's a Yes !
Yes it is .
=^-^=
to see a sea.
or
to be a bee.
both bothering me,
whether if my boat
able to sail even weather
not so fine nor the turn table
be so loud in it's playing dot .
I maybe a dreamer
or even a pretender.
some people say
I'm a smooth Driver ,
some women say
I'm a sweet Lover !
yet I Let
my self feel it
grieving ....
and get support
when I needed it !
.... mourning
until one day
I mold a clay
what if ... ?
when title goes down
as if from dusk till dawn ...
that's the time I let my reader
to be involve and became my inscriber
© OCTOber 4 - OCTOber 9 ®
Oct 3, 2025
Oct 3, 2025 at 4:01 PM UTC
I don't know
whether its meaningful
at all,
I sometimes
doesn't understand
at all.
A question,
maybe the one
that was waiting
at your door step
for you to
open,
or,
maybe
the one
that was in
the distant lands
which you dared not
to seek:
Still a question
for you to answer...
Imagine a ball
standing alone,
three forces acting
along a same plane,
in different
directions,
one nameed yes,
and another named no,
the other unknown-
Imagine
it has no motion,
all still and quiet,
a ball at
equilibrium.
Apart from yes and no,
the third, the unknown,
that holds peace
for all,
should be
opposite to
the one in
between
yes and no...
Same size,
same shape,
just a slight
change in direction...
So,
what if there is
always a choice,
that we do not see,
unless we think
differently?
Something
that we do not
expect?
Is it all
because of
our thinking
pattern?
Just a question,
Think twice...
Aug 10, 2025
Aug 10, 2025 at 12:17 AM UTC
Why don't we steal away
And let me love you tonight
Because you and I've been in love to long
And I'd really love to see you tonight.
So why don't we steal away
(So you can)
Do that to me one more time
(You know )
I'm all out of love
And I can never get enough of a girl like you.
Cause Honey you are my shining star
(In fact you are)
You are The biggest part of me.
And that's how much I feel, feel for you Baby
But most of all I do love you
STILL.
Jan 9, 2025
Jan 9, 2025 at 11:40 PM UTC
We use metaphors in poetry.
Something dramatic and attention-catching
to stand in for something ordinary.
Metaphors are poet's best friend.
After all, a poem without descriptive language is just
a really dramatic essay.
So my question is?
How do you know when they stop being metaphors?
Would you even ever know?
If it's dramatic enough,
no one will know.
Jan 5, 2025
Jan 5, 2025 at 7:19 PM UTC
Those pictures of me
Are disingenuous images
Blurred from the start
The fuzziness has grown over time
I’m told to see myself
Where can I find a true mirror?
Others say the sounds of me
Are clear and eye-opening
I listen for the sounds inside me
Can sounds ring distinct and genuine
Still much static blurs
The best parts of me
I seek to find silence
To settle into solitude
I engage in deeply
Listening to the uttering of my heart
My heart emits a song
Of the genuine me
Aug 21, 2024
Aug 21, 2024 at 12:45 PM UTC