#fatality
Night is in. Windows go out.
Everything’s falling asleep.
Dreams are twisting round parks and squares.
Railing platforms are slept on feet.
The blooming town is wrapped by silence.
It restlessly bustled during the day.
But night has come, and all its fervor
Has suddenly fully gone away.
The morning will come, and everything’ll wake up.
The town will seethe up and run at full pelt.
All men will wake up, the whole thing will go back.
Isn’t that so? Please, tell me! Is that it??
But life dictates its own canons.
Life is deaf to all people’s pleas.
And windows go out first, last and all the time.
Less than all return to their things.
Windows began to go out around me.
Unturned, completely, forever, at all.
Windows go out… Windows go out…
The light goes out once and for all.
Jan 21, 2025
Jan 21, 2025 at 3:37 PM UTC
I feel like I’m being hugged by sadness.
My heart aches inside out. I’m kind of cold.
Over and over I am not sleeping …
The dawn is knocking hardly by its maul.
The dawn is ruthless to me now.
He’s tearing into my windows whole,
Unceremoniously, coolly claiming
That he’s the boss! He owns to all!
And I’d have to obey. What am I?
It’s not the first dawn and broken night.
And I’ve already realized that
I’m alone and it’s my unique right.
My sadness is holding my hand tightly.
She’s poor and orphaned at all.
I think I’ll stay with her for a short time
While I get stale here for all.
Jan 21, 2025
Jan 21, 2025 at 3:21 PM UTC
A new day is come, but the greyness is here.
All streets and faces are still grey.
It seems as usual, but this grey sky
Drives me crazy in whole to the extreme.
I see grey asphalt before my eyes.
Sick grey thoughts are overpowering.
It seems as usual, but something’s wrong.
This allout greyness’s cheekily inhering.
I open the window, I want to breathe.
And this grey air arrows me roughly.
It happens boldly, it happens rude.
The air grips me unceremoniously.
The greyness is becoming the part of me.
Even my coffee is cloudy grey.
I’d like to wrap and sleep till snow.
Just want to know it won’t be grey.
Jan 11, 2025
Jan 11, 2025 at 1:56 PM UTC
I split in half
And lost one half
I couldn’t find it anywhere
Inspite of painful search across.
I stayed without it forever.
And I walked half
With limps throughout.
I didn’t give in and walked up.
I looked for my half, stayed for and hoped.
I didn’t give up, spite all hard.
And time went by,
My faith was weaken.
But I got stronger and sure all.
I let it go and I stopped waiting.
No search, no hope, nothing at all.
And I am walking
Half and half,
Walking alone with no one near.
But now I know how live in half,
With splitted fate there and here.
Jan 10, 2025
Jan 10, 2025 at 4:52 AM UTC
All these days are impossibly long.
And their sameness drives out of mind.
I’m here again, in front of you.
I did it myself. And I’m by your side.
I know it all, exactly, to point.
Your steady gaze’s callously cold.
Your voice’s like those strings, picked by fingers,
So lazily and heartlessly in whole.
My body remembers the touch of your hands.
So strong, so manly, up to you don’t.
And your distressing extended silence
Is able to **** with no shadow of doubt.
I’m here again! In front of you! Look!
I know, it’s where my doom is now.
But I grab hold of love again
And I can reverse just nothing and nohow.
Jan 9, 2025
Jan 9, 2025 at 12:38 PM UTC
Ware thee now the evil beast
prowling tombs and halls
a word or line of poison breath
mortality soon calls
sharp claws and long of tooth
standing fell and tall
looming over life and death
robbing Peter, paying Paul
dare not the joust of wits
for time will slip, and fall
such are traps made of this
that kills each and every one of us
yes, it slays us
all
May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 11:47 PM UTC
infatuation
is the worst
yet most beautiful
fatality
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 9:11 PM UTC
I jumped through billion hoops to get reaction
Yet, through getting it I achieve no satisfaction
The malfunctioning brain brings pain
To my lackluster stumbles through life, filled with strain
And though I try to maintain a facade of "alright"
In this tunnel, it's harder and harder to see any light
Fight back, fight back for the heck of it
Spit, blood and sweat for spilled for the lit of it
Like check your own pulse to make sure you are still alive
Like challenge yourself to not dare to feel deprived
At this moment, I dare to ponder
Of this nihilistic nightmare, am I the founder?
Jun 23, 2017
Jun 23, 2017 at 4:46 AM UTC
Oh, the sheep have fangs!
They have buried them
within my fickle flesh!
They tear and gnaw until
I am, to the bone, broken.
Woe to me!
Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 2:25 PM UTC
I'm looking to open your heart
Not your legs
More men should be following that mentality
But some of us learn the hard way
And feel the emotional fatality
That comes with it all.
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 11:06 PM UTC
*Now floating up and down
I spin, colliding into sound
Like whales beneath me diving down
I'm sinking to the bottom of my
Everything that freaks me out
The lighthouse beam has just run out
I'm cold as cold as cold can be
be
I want to swim away but don't know how
Sometimes it feels just like I'm falling in the ocean
Let the waves up take me down
Let the hurricane set in motion... yeah
Let the rain of what I feel right now...come down
Let the rain come down
Where is the coastguard
I keep looking each direction
For a spotlight, give me something
I need something for protection
Maybe floating junk will do just fine
the jets have sunk, I'm left behind
I'm treading for my life believe me
How can I keep up this breathing
Not knowing how to think
I scream aloud, begin to sink
My legs and arms are broken down
With envy for the solid ground
I'm reaching for the life within me
How can one man stop his ending
I thought of just your face
Relaxed, and floated into space*
LET THE HURRICANE SET IN MOTION
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 9:32 AM UTC
A bird this morning sang upon my window sill
And from this I was made to realize
All that was and was not real
The intensity of your stare
The way it made me feel
Until I finally saw
My fatal flaw
Your heart I was unable to steal
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 2:52 AM UTC
**** I was killed again.
It hurt so much.
But I won't be the one begging.
Now I must bury myself
Back into that sky.
Call me monster,
Call me what you will.
All I know is I won't die still.
I've been hung thirty times.
I've been a victim of horrid war crimes.
Lived enough to fill 500 lives.
Death doesn't touch me.
Like spoiled meat.
This degrading body of mine,
can't rest and won't stay in line.
What did I do to deserve this?
How is this immortality,
When my mind has reached fantastical fatality?
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 6:09 PM UTC
Every move you make,
Shapes your reality,
So the next step that you take,
Should follow morality,
Don't conform for heavens sake,
That's a fatality,
Be true to you don't be late,
We form abnormality,
It's a crime wasting time thinking joy we will find,
Outside ourself there's no help just our own peace of mind,
You may be lost and thats fine please just follow the signs,
You can swerve and hit the curb life is not a straight line,
Every choice that you choose,
Could enhance happiness,
And there is nothing to lose,
If your heart is of bliss,
What do you have to prove?,
That's nonsense just quit,
It's not what you see it's how you look at it.
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 8:48 PM UTC
Their eyes met not by chance
But a glitch in the gods plans.
The moment they embraced
the gods anger flared.
Frowned upon by fate
Theirs was a doomed tale.
Opposites they were nay
Like two peas in a pod they say.
But the gods didn't say
Together they should stay.
Frowned upon by fate
Theirs was a doomed tale.
But neither could stay away
From each other for a day.
Yet the gods will didn't sway
And favour their way.
Frowned upon by fate
Theirs was a doomed tale.
And how else would this play?
The gods finally had their way
And each went separately to a bay
Jumped into the waves.
Frowned upon by fate
Theirs was a doomed tale.
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 5:10 AM UTC
It's been a time and a half
And I finally understand
The reason you've gone
With the shaman so long.
The spirit is free.
I'm a color
Splintered in three.
Crystalline
Crystal eyes
Well spoken with diction.
Many a words I've spoken
Have been in ode
Romancing you with every breath
In the desert
The door is ajar
We trace the steps of Aztec gods
1/3 becomes 2/4
The sands gleam emerald
Our bodies elongate to equine form
We blended the horizon line
Quetzalcoatl stands before me
Serpent in feathers
Glows like the spectrum all together.
He hands me a seed.
And his
Eyes smother like lightning.
And I
Speak in codexed volition.
And we
Blur the horizon line once more.
I stand on the Pacific
20,000 leagues
Equine force
Carries me to the beach.
Sand once more.
I feel a twitch in my jaw.
Each hand holds a mandible
And pulls.
Roots emerge
And a tree not soon after.
Is this what the seed was for?
I trot the beach,
Jaw no longer in tact.
My pallor flesh caked in coagulate
Almost recreates my tan skin
A gift from the god.
I've been on this beach for miles,
And
Miles
And
Two whiles.
My architecture meanders
The brevity of sanity.
One eye sees black,
The other sees fine.
My hair has become matted
It knots behind each earlobe
And drags on below my knees.
Is this what Quetzalcoatl wanted?
To see me sifted with the grains of sand
In the palm of a child's hand
At the beach
While on vacation
With mom and dad?
20,000 years have passed.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 1:00 AM UTC