#deepsea
No matter how far we go,
when a life ends
in the deep, dark sea,
where does it return?
Sinking and sinking,
down to the place
no one has ever known—
to the closest point
beneath this planet’s skin,
does it become
a part of it there?
And a life that ends in the sky—
where does it drift away to?
Floating softly,
wandering through the air,
perhaps becoming
a small piece of the wind
that someday passes
quietly by our side.
If so…
that wouldn’t be so bad.
But if a life ends
in that far, faraway universe,
what will become of us?
Far from the home
where we were born,
in that silent, dark expanse—
what could we ever
belong to?
If only we could become
a single flower
on some distant star.
But even that flower
will never be found by us.
In that endless silence,
what will hold us,
what will we rest our hearts upon,
so we may sleep
in peace?
If I truly understood
that longing,
I would pick up my pen,
and gently write
my feelings here.
Nov 23, 2025
Nov 23, 2025 at 9:19 AM UTC
I can hear the alarm ringing,
only this time it had me snoozing,
it was only my hands that were moving,
like I was in deep-sea holding my breath while swimming.
Seahorses they were everywhere,
patted me to cheer me up even as they were in pair,
asked me to swim deeper if I needed air,
I would just listen as if I was in their care.
Deep-sea was dark until I see a brilliant shimmer,
think to myself there is always light somewhere you just dig deeper,
a bloom of jellyfish saw me out of breath to pick me up as I was no swimmer,
the light from the other side of the ocean was enough to keep my hopes glimmer.
Confused I was as there was now land below the sea,
a new world that I am yet to explore and see,
seahorses turned into real horses and galloped with me free,
told me there is always light at the end if you keep your faith in thee.
Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 11:01 AM UTC
Sail with me onto the dreamy
Blackened waters evermore
Miles from the distant shore
Another world to call our own.
Perhaps there is no planet here,
No tranquil steppe to this precipitous realm
Where the pressure aches the whole way down
Weightless of a thousand atmospheres
My brain quakes a broken stone,
Transparent eyes in no place
This etherized abyss communicates
A world embarked from the known
Deeper, deeper must we go
Through the darkened deep thorough
A gift of its own; this fathomless dome
A grounding place to guide us home
A thousand times climb below,
A million spheres by stars unknown
And yet every night in moonlit sight
I swim from shore, a stolen beau
On fog-filled days I do not see
Time comes to pass without a scene
To skip along that broken sea
And return to toiling soils
For when the weather agrees, a diving odyssey
Where I sojourn that boundless time;
With a murky message from the void that pines
To a solemn soul's menagerie
Socketed-shapes rapidly move to trace
The walls of my sailing-quarter
Eyes wide-shut in dumbstruck horror
In the darkness; my pale face
Drowning in the pitch
Dismembered hands claw for the portal
In that frozen furled, immortal
Blind fringes skitter deep-dark fish
One day into this place I will sink
And of the land cease to think
To call unto other curious souls
From that eternal deep below
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 8:03 PM UTC