#consequence
Each step ahead
a binding contract;
a veiled force
with light as contrast.
The reasons were clouded,
the voices surrounded.
Then came the silence.
And a turn on the highway.
I see the crimes by me
I don’t want to see.
The souls I burned,
the scars I earned.
Left with this mark,
on my body, in my heart,
with this hollow aftermath—
and I chose this path.
Never really questioned why,
and the stakes are high.
The sins against humanity,
at the cost of sanity.
Despite a high-score
of sinister wishes,
I’m allowed forward—
a life in stitches.
Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 4:48 PM UTC
dogged-king,
of marble and stone
dogged king,
of marrow and bone
stomach,
swollen
with sour words
Dec 17, 2025
Dec 17, 2025 at 1:26 PM UTC
look at how
they spared you
as the tide
drew
as the snowcaps
shrank
the waves
crashed
Dec 16, 2025
Dec 16, 2025 at 6:55 AM UTC
you said i didn’t have to run.
but you didn’t stop me.
you didn’t call.
you didn’t knock on the door you let slam shut.
you left like it was mercy.
like letting me go
was love.
i used to flinch
at the thought of seeing you again.
now i flinch
at how small i made myself
waiting for something
you were never planning to give.
you live in the city.
i live in the consequence.
we could’ve been something,
but you were always
a man with hands in his pockets
and too many words unsaid.
so no—
i didn’t run.
i just realized you weren’t coming.
and silence
isn’t something
i chase.
Nov 8, 2025
Nov 8, 2025 at 12:16 PM UTC
They call life a rollercoaster ride,
A thrill, a loop, a drop, a glide
But I don’t see the tracks they praise,
This isn’t thrill, it’s endless maze
A coaster ends, its path is known,
Predictable, it brings you home
But with life, where is the end in sight?
Where’s the design? Where is the right?
Life is no ride, it’s far more tight,
A chain that binds, a heavy plight
They claim I choose my steps, my way,
But choices don’t exist today
The ones around me shift the ground,
They twist my fate without a sound
You say, “It’s worth it,” from below,
But from where I stand, you do not know
My life began not with a stride,
But clinging to a mountainside
Where others stepped from stone to stone,
I climbed a cliff face, all alone
So tell me now, what hope remains
For one who scaled such sharp terrains?
I’m near the peak, with frozen breath,
Yet nothing here resembles rest
I see them laughing down below,
Their paths laid out in gentle flow
While I hang bruised with aching grip,
Each moment feels my fingers slip
This summit isn’t what I chose,
It’s just the path that hardship froze
I climbed because I had no say,
Because the world carved out that way
And though the peak is cold and bare,
At least it feels like something there
To leap back down, no solid plan,
Too far I’ve come, too weak I am
The coat I wear is thin, worn through,
It holds no heat, but hides the blue
And though I dream of stepping stones,
I know the price would break my bones
I’ve built a shelter on this height,
The mountain holds me through the night
It cradles me, yet keeps me bound,
Above the life I never found
And still, I watch the ones below,
Their lighter lives, their steady flow
And wonder, softly, with regret,
At all the things I never met
Jun 8, 2025
Jun 8, 2025 at 5:28 AM UTC
I didn’t mean
for it to end—
not like this,
not my best friend.
The anger came,
too fast, too loud.
Now I dig
and whisper proud.
We laughed that night,
like always did—
talked of dreams
and stupid kids.
But I held hurt
behind my grin—
a thousand cuts
he’d sliced within.
He didn’t know
how deep they went,
how words can bruise,
how time gets spent.
One glass too much,
a shove, a shout—
and all those ghosts
came pouring out.
I saw the fear
flash in his eyes,
too late to stop,
too late for "why’s."
"I’m sorry"
won’t bring him back.
But still,
I say it
to the cracks.
The ground is cold,
my hands are red.
And silence speaks
where he once said:
"You’re my brother,
through it all."
Now I just
recall the fall.
No court, no cell
can cage me in—
just memory,
and what has been.
May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 2:08 PM UTC
time forgot
the scars
the words
the open sesame
of my miseries
my contempt
for the irony,
of freely contrived romance
how her lips,
pressed against mine
became the toothed suckling
of her vampiric abandon
the sucrose of my affections and adorations of her
how she fed on my caresses and poetry
how she wounded my soul
bled me out of devotion, mercifully, with adultery
and in the coffin
where I lay
kosher, rigor mortus preserved, for her trophy cabinet
taxidermy of bloodmoon, post-murder, post-disenchantment
if the coitus fits, the honeymoon was faked
how she planned it
bottled my tears for a dry day
lubricant for her tryst
for having faked it
so many times,
surely the ink has run dry
surely the letters were forged by faithlessness
my Hancock used,
to certify her authenticity,
against my imagination
the signature of my pleasures,
a wife's knowing,
turned to the devil's archives
my powers
turned to the dark
where my light
illuminated wonders untold
impossible
for a monkey has palms and thumb
but it builds not empires with feces
wherest, withal, man builds forests where monkeys swing
and I sung at her wedding
canary fleeing the coalmine, of debauchery,
"Speak now, or forever hold your peace."
hours ahead, the setting sun,
I spoke, and the world's light dimmed
that I should be beleaguered
20,000 leagues fatigued
taking my meager pay
how many times
can a heart break
beholding infidelity
a woman so treasured
if one should have
20,000 hearts, and 20 souls,
how many times
would the domino effect
produce domino displays
like rivers and waterfalls
seas and skies
mountains and snowfalls
lakes and ponds
oceans and mirages
I sung it all
for never shall I bear peace
in the sight of infidels
for they massacred love
in their ****** of my love
a thousand men took her
willingly, she walked
into the church mass
and let them have their way
to spite my face
to rend my heart open
with joyful, painful *******
and drain my heart of its love
in the pews
for the children's sake
to see the fraud of their father
that my blood be tears
and my tears be blood
I have no quench of my sorrows
I bleed ore
and cry thunders in the bellows of my torment
known never peace have I
though having supped of Nirvana
and forged heavens
from my joys abundant
I have been mad
and wasteful
surely
to weather myriad wicked adulteresses so
and still have peace in my breast
it
surely,
I profess
was never peace, but madness!
SURELY
and so,
that is why
it took time for my heart's breaking
for every ******
and every pulsing
of cave, to womb and back,
the journey of each sacrilege
of innocence
that generations
of children
have been metaphysically unborn
by such a fuckery
that worlds have been destroyed
before spawning from nebula
that lives have been destroyed and saved, both,
before needing salvation
before being endangered
that hope was undone, in need and dream,
that songs were unsung, and sung in their unsinging
before stories wrote their need to be shared
that bards would be unborn
before legends could prophesy this unholy merrymaking
befallen me
and I,
soft of heart and lung
could be drowned
in my keep
with nary a poppy seed
to sate
the breaking of water, in me, soft-hearted I be
that meteors
could shatter the stillnesses
of the surfaces of oceans, tempered as I,
and I,
as ice shattereth
and remain disparate, frozen in time,
I break, and continue, beyond need - beyond agony
beyond warmth that wets the rain to stir from sleep
beyond ice such that tears never dreamt of cold
to neither have walked the sky
such tears are dream itself
but
to dream of cavernous sorrows
mere
to satisfy the torture of things wished to be unknown
what madness could be avoided
though blessed be the avoiding
that there need be sorrows such that hells become heavens
and the devil become deserving of all the hells
due the death of Christ
that lucifer bear the scorn of all sinners
for all time
till time loses meaning
and joy becomes as vapor to lucifer
as vapor is to the vacuum of space
but a pebble in an ocean's wealth of nothing...
Therein, my wrath,
due all my torments, chronic as breath,
that my heart has become a vice
that empathy has become chastity belt
frostbite, my melanin price, cakes my fist
as I behold my gavel,
and judge all the ****** 1000-years before their deaths,
with such wisdoms, my rage knows not end
my fury knows not storms, in universes beholding their eternal gaits,
my fury cannot fathom taming,
that my heartache become a madness
that neither holiness nor love canst quell
save that nothing save me otherwise,
that I become married to,
nay,
that I BECOME love and holiness,
righteousness, too,
that my righteous wrath,
be spared annexation to evil,
that my vengeances be preserved
and mine enemies kept alive
in my everlasting joy
of what punisheth them,
eterally!
That I,
may be born celibate
before knowing my virginity
simply to inquire
ahead of custom and common ontological seeking
query women,
that they do still, without vanity,
utter the word, the sign, the force, the mind, the passion, "LOVE."
let alone perform it, that which it is I say,
a man's privilege to declare that he knoweth love,
and women darest have never had it,
yet they deign gave God's breath to their desires of love,
reified it
believed in it
let alone had faith in themselves that men died for their ******
that marriage be ****** by the succubus in God's heaven!
They'd dare!
take it, from me, in my offering,
that I would love her,
truly,
in earnest
and see her fed of love
as like water
like milk to a babe
or,
should she deign me less than a man
due my will to love her
should she deign herself queen without me,
whenever the moment strikes
she'll dare, on a whim,
part her legs
for any man
declaring himself "King."
though he be a vagrant,
a pauper, a louse, a street urchin,
with gold bullion cascading from his pockets
because I, dared declare, "I love her..."
that she should **** such a lecherous, maggot semened
cuckold of love who would bed her with envy of me
and joy of that envy sated
true joy in his ******* of my wife
for he sold his soul
to bed her
buy her
and found his purchase met faithfully
that he might, unfaithfully
unholily,
amuse her
dwell in her
due the purchase of womanhood
due the market prices many celebrate ****** by,
rather,
due the "Graces", the unlovable, evil, malice
the bloodied, rancid, defiled, arrogant ignorant, so-called
"love" exemplified, demonstrated primarily, of
a djinn, a monster, a fiend, a demon,
a devil, in fact,
so called:
SATAN
Feb 12, 2025
Feb 12, 2025 at 3:52 PM UTC
He lived a life so bright, so free,
With endless joy, with endless harmony.
A dream of bliss, a golden scene,
A life as perfect, as it’s been.
But came a devil, cunning and sly,
A tempting deal caught his eye.
With terms spoken, glorious allure,
He signed away, a heart impure.
A parasite was born that day,
Hidden deep, it made its stay.
At first, the deal seemed grand—
No worries bound by life's demands.
He laughed, he lived, unburdened, wild,
No truths defiled, no haunted fear—
No… the cat’s here, and the bag’s there
The parasite emerged, so clearly.
The friends he cherished, walked away,
The bond was broken, cold as clay.
He called, he cried, sought hearts to mend,
But none could bear what he’d defend.
For every plea, they turned, ignored—
The parasite they all abhorred.
He tries it all, to break away,
To cure the curse, to **** the stay.
He runs, he hides, for the devil’s near,
But still, the devil’s laugh he hears.
“For what a fool, you truly are,
For fleeting joy, went so far—
Your life now, a pure despair,
The parasite, now’s your attire.”
Even as he dies, even as he rots,
The parasite bellows off him a lot,
As it reminds the world of what he is,
And the world just spits on him,
The cost of joy paid recklessly.
Dec 12, 2024
Dec 12, 2024 at 5:58 PM UTC
We often fail to realize
That we are always at a cross roads
Gazing at the unrelenting precipice
Of decision and consequence
Each moment one away
From falling farther or rising above
Nov 25, 2024
Nov 25, 2024 at 1:51 PM UTC
Promies, never to,
The premise of us to part.
Should I ever leave you,
Let being be dashed-
Against black canvas.
Let blood be
A medium of art.
These shackled hands,
Consequence of circumstance
And everything I have entailed.
Perchance, happenstance-
That which we have lived
And all that was not availed.
The fog of brokenness, and ache of loneliness.
Against reality, we rail.
Jul 7, 2023
Jul 7, 2023 at 6:08 PM UTC
~
*Setting out in the leaf boat.
What can possibly remain?
Fruit of the wild rose?
Hypnotica?
These little fictions:
petal and stem
—maintenance drugs,
turning strangers into friends
and friends into customers.
The only unforgivable thing:
snow catches on her eyelashes
and bliss is unaware.*
~
Jan 16, 2023
Jan 16, 2023 at 9:28 AM UTC
Round the bend
Broken steeple
For a broken people
Bleed blood bleed
The wound won't mend
Picture postcard
It was a school house
A ***** house
The soot too heavy
The lessons too hard
Made up of new words
Becoming new things
But death is all
It will ever bring
The banquet now set
And this one's for the birds
Sep 29, 2022
Sep 29, 2022 at 8:13 AM UTC
A million white balloons
cover the clouds
they hide the sunrise
away from her eyes
we’ve breathed nine hundred thousand
and ninety-nine lies
one among the many
hides in the cries
one as pure as any
among the heavy on high
for one day they'll turn
flip like an urn full of tears
and pour down
like a crying sky
Nov 28, 2021
Nov 28, 2021 at 10:07 PM UTC
What choices would I change if I started from anew?
What lessons from my life to change to see another view?
Would I make the same mistakes or choose another way?
Would I speak out just as loud at the times I had my say?
How would I react to the things I've seen men do?
Could I hope to be braver and help those it was done to?
Would I choose to stand when I saw the need to fight?
Would I still see the same things I do now as being right?
Would I still choose to hurt those I caused pain to?
Knowing that the choice once made is impossible to undo.
I know I cannot go back and do it all over from the start,
but if I did it all again, I would live it with a bigger heart.
Oct 18, 2021
Oct 18, 2021 at 10:18 AM UTC
Pitiful,
What makes you
Conscious of your conscience
Is the consequence.
Sep 23, 2021
Sep 23, 2021 at 7:45 AM UTC
i once watched someone lie
it looked exactly like telling the truth
it was only years later
that i saw the consequence
emerging from who they had turned into
Aug 10, 2021
Aug 10, 2021 at 7:53 AM UTC
Your eyes twinkle differently.
They don’t reflect the yellow from the sunflowers nearby
but they seem to adore the tumultuous grey storm on the other side
who knew one so mellow could suddenly harden
maybe it hardened so it didn’t crumble -
but you didn’t realise the nature that surrounded you
a fresh breeze blew over the calm lake
green trees swung beside to provide you with shade
flowers grew alongside, and handed you their delicate seeds
they knew you would care for them even after they grew to become trees -
But you fell in love with the storm.
You became the ocean - almighty powerful, vast and destructive
yet so alone
no one ever saw you
except for bare, faceless rocks
or people who died taking their last hop
you comforted life in your darkest depths
but it never saw the sky above you
and only ever mastered hiding in the comfort of the blue
you didn’t protect the seeds of the flower anymore
those trees were too far away to shade you
the calm breeze was replaced by a violent gale
one that was too quick to move you
you may have progressed into the calm sea that is enjoyed
or you may remain the storm
but the salty sea will never be able to bring back
the sweetness that is gone.
Mar 19, 2021
Mar 19, 2021 at 9:48 PM UTC
Oceans of lusting life tide
Drop of clouds
Rippled show of consequence.
Jan 17, 2021
Jan 17, 2021 at 3:37 PM UTC
leave me alone with my consequences
leave me alone to clean up my mess
Jan 4, 2021
Jan 4, 2021 at 2:36 PM UTC
𝑰𝒇 𝒘𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆, 𝒘𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒊𝒆.
𝑰𝒇 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒏, 𝒘𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆.
𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆,
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒔.
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒆𝒍 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆,
𝑾𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕.
𝑺𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇,
𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕.
Nov 17, 2020
Nov 17, 2020 at 3:22 AM UTC