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I see shape shifting shadows in the night
As I tried to sleep I have nightmares that
Cause me to scream out loud from trauma’s past
I see a woman wasting away and a cryptid trying
To eat her alive, what is wrong with me I will never
Know for sure; alas i see the tormentors of the past
Glaring down on me during this full moon night
The moon is an glaring eye glowering down at me
I feel the fear I would pray I never want to feel again
The fear of something bad happening. The fear of doing something
Wrong and being punished for it. Though the full moon had a
Nasty habit of driving people mad, and I am one of them
For the gates of hell have opened up, and the veil thins
The chaos ensues and soon does the fear of going to hell
Where all the madness and monsters will lurk for food
Never more
Never more
I see that ghost, quoth the ghost
Never more never more
Quoth the ghost from the blasts of hell:
Never more.
The ghost I agree with never more is the realm of sanity
Never more is the world of safety
As the next full moon approaches, never more!
6d ago
May 28, 2026 at 9:12 AM UTC
Felt the sun set before
For a different reason than now
Lately, setting again
But with invitatory manner
And my age shows how
Basic movement becomes a chore
Yet I haven't grown to fear
Time's advance anymore.
My life has ended at least two times now
But my life is not the one I end up worried about
For a long time, I've not been a single entity
Two that rely on me
A third that's far removed from me
The orange light from my window lingers
Reminding me of the cycle
That I've been here before
And so afraid of what would change
But I've been here all the while
And I know this life could be hers
Also, none of this will matter
When we become famous singers.
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 9:00 PM UTC
I am too full of moments.
they pile up in my chest
like unopened letters,
all addressed
in my own handwriting.
I don’t remember
writing them,
just the weight
of needing to.
There’s a version of me
in every room I’ve outgrown,
still standing there,
still waiting
for something to change
that already did.
I visit them sometimes,
more than I should.
I trace their outlines
like old bruises,
pressing just hard enough
to prove to myself,
they still ache.
Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 11:24 PM UTC
when sunshine is yours on a rainy day
when down is up come what may.
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 6:31 AM UTC
Come and see the moonlight on the water
she said to me and took my hand
and on that warm and starry night
we went and stood on the golden sand
to gaze upon the silver path that glistened
and spread across the midnight sea
she stepped out and turned around to face me,
come and see the world with me
but with every step the water rose about me
she said this only happens because you doubt me
Come and see the world from on a moon beam
she said to me still standing there
all the troubles of your life will soon seem to fade away
and you won't care
I stood with my waist beneath the water,
she upon the silver light
she stepped higher turned around to face me,
follow me into the night
but with every step the water rose around me
she said this only happens because you doubt me
No my dear I fear I cannot follow the path you tread so easily
you may reach the moon
but I must wallow upon the bottom of the sea
I could never stroll the skies beside you
I could never live that way she said
you'll never know what's been denied you
and on her light she sailed away
and with every step I left behind the water,
but on a moonlit night
I still can hear her laughter
Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 2:36 PM UTC
deafening silence?
silence that overcomes all sounds?
silence, full term pregnant
giving birth to other worlds.
Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 8:52 AM UTC
my body craves
fulfillment
with each step
my hollow shell
echoes
most fill themselves
with love
and happiness
but my reserves
have gone dry
before I know it
I’m stuffing my face
more, more
don’t stop now!
My stomach grows
my teeth crumble
my limbs shake
but I cannot be fulfilled
until my body gets what it
craves
Dec 3, 2025
Dec 3, 2025 at 8:34 PM UTC
The world is big,
This world is small,
This world is in the in between
This world is dark,
This world is bright,
This world is in the in between
This world is black,
This world is white,
This world is grey
This world is happy,
This world is sad,
This world is in the in between
This world is full,
This world is empty,
This world oh this world
This world is everything,
This world is nothing,
This world is in the in between
This world…
Nov 24, 2025
Nov 24, 2025 at 10:51 AM UTC
I wish i could be empty
Not just feel empty
Because i am so full
Full of hatered
Full of doubt
Full of disgust
There is too much
I feel to much
I want to be less
I am to big
I am too tall
I am too full
Yet I still crave more
I crave for emptiness
I long for nothing
Oct 23, 2025
Oct 23, 2025 at 5:42 PM UTC
I live on an island.
Just me and my 2.3 million thoughts.
It's getting crowded here,
I looked to the right,
and the money worries are in sight
I turn a corner,
there's housing waiting for an order
I spin around to the sound of my Independence,
crying with fear,
she may be about to be taken away
I look up and see my capabilities questioning me
I need my thoughts to stop all talking
This island is too full.
I want to get off
My finances are taking a hit
It's not my fault,
Not one bit
I can't take on anymore. My Island is about to sink
On the count of three… just stop.
Jul 24, 2025
Jul 24, 2025 at 6:38 AM UTC
He was a cluck-fu chicken
And he brought his feathered fight kickin'
And there was no denying
That he was masterful and mighty!
He knew a chicken sensei
Who trained him day and night
The way to do instant striking moves
'Til his skill was out of sight
But there's one thing that happened
When push came to shove,
He had to bring his full-fledged chicken fight from above!
Jul 6, 2025
Jul 6, 2025 at 12:23 PM UTC
It’s a feeling that has no words to describe,
when the late autumn leaves fade color.
Quietly waving a final goodbye
in the chill as morning mist hovers.
It’s something between a pure feeling of peace
and a loneliness down to the bone.
Perfect tranquility rests on the air,
but the sadness won’t leave you alone.
Life has a way of drifting in waves,
up and down through the moments we live.
Yet lurking below in the dim and the cold
are so many things buried that give
hidden purpose to cry. Is there some reason why
we go on always holding it in?
We should learn from the trees who let go, so in Spring…
they can always start over again.
Feb 27, 2025
Feb 27, 2025 at 9:06 AM UTC
my writing is a blunt hammer,
a white void pounding
at the keys,
breaking off little plastic
bits of life.
this room’s full of them now,
the debris of dead thoughts,
ancient relics:
dinosaur guts,
fern dust,
fossilized failures.
the sun’s clawing its way
up again,
after all this time.
what a *******
can you wait
for morning to sink
its teeth into you?
can we
stand five feet apart
and still meet
each other’s eyes
without flinching?
can I write something
that outlives me?
sure,
that’s the easy part.
but writing something
that lives
without me?
now that’s the trick,
isn’t it?
silk canisters and
ribbons marching like fools,
a casket dressed
in bright roses—
pretty little things
for the spigot,
the *****
the inevitable hole.
wait another year.
or ten.
or twenty.
hell,
spend your whole life
waiting.
go ahead.
see where that gets you.
it doesn’t come.
it never does.
not like that.
never.
stop waiting
for:
someone,
something,
some sign,
some break,
some moment
to crack open
like an egg.
stop praying for it.
stop hoping.
stop wishing.
stop.
the work,
that’s all there is.
live for it.
breathe for it.
burn for it.
die for it.
if you have to believe
in something,
believe in that.
I don’t know
what that thing is for you,
but you do.
and if you don’t,
then maybe it’s time
to stop,
and ask—
what the hell’s stopping you?
Feb 23, 2025
Feb 23, 2025 at 6:34 PM UTC
You touched me
You filled me
You stretched me
You go so deep when you read me
Even deeper when you hurt me
Deeper still when you want me
My body reminisces on the warmth of you
My hands memorized the feel of you
My mind is so full of you
Jan 9, 2025
Jan 9, 2025 at 7:58 AM UTC
low by day a massive moon full
a bowl of candy pallor
and this city is taken to a more charming realm
more than one figure takes out a camera
aims and i am not a real person
but i am represented
by an attempt at something 'in bounds'
playing it safe
i feel like greeting
and if truly bold asking others
of the quality of their experience right now
Dec 19, 2024
Dec 19, 2024 at 9:21 PM UTC
Empty pocket and empty plates;
safely locked it away still it dissipates,
a climber of corpses climbs high to something great,
and the rest of us are buried standing within this fate.
Life wouldn’t be tragic if it wasn’t also funny,
it seems to lose a lot of magic when you lose alot of money.
Life’s a ***** but isn’t she powerful?
It’s time to eat the rich because we weren’t born full.
The people’s scale is forever weighing
basic human rights against complete anarchy.
The right choice seems obvious to me, obviously,
but the indecision’s crazy with the lack of priorities.
A climber of corpses climbs high to heights we’ll never see,
I’d rather be a stone than those doing the stoning.
Life wouldn’t be tragic if it wasn’t also funny,
I think that I’ve had it with their vinegar disguised as honey.
I won’t make another stitch in their golden wool,
it’s time to eat the rich ‘cause we weren’t born full.
A bullet in the street shot from behind;
validated and woke up millions.
No retreat and not changing their minds;
vilified for targeting their billions.
If they really cared they’d ask if you could buy morality,
though typically they’d see if they could find it on sale.
The funniest part is that they could acquire it for free
but it’d be just like giving an atheist the Holy Grail.
Life wouldn’t be tragic if it wasn’t also funny,
it seems to lose a lot of magic when you lose alot of money.
Life’s a ***** but isn’t she powerful?
It’s time to eat the rich because we weren’t born full.
Life wouldn’t be tragic if it wasn’t also funny,
more bills; they stack it and the weather stays sunny.
Rock bottom in a ditch, dazed and in a lull
now it’s time eat the rich ‘cause we weren’t born full.
Dec 10, 2024
Dec 10, 2024 at 11:46 PM UTC
Wrap this moment wider into time
Longer evenings would be sublime
To muse over all the fluff
These moments stretched long enough
To cherish and breath the cool night air
And believe I haven't got a care
Time is gone in the blink of an eye
No matter days be long, or days be short
Never enough time for you and I
Or for my mind to wander and transport
Air unempty
Life full
Another addition nearly in bay
Blessed aplenty
Glassful
The dance of Life, a riveting ballet
Jun 6, 2024
Jun 6, 2024 at 2:01 AM UTC
empty black beans can
full of cigarette butts the
smell is unnoticed
May 6, 2024
May 6, 2024 at 4:38 PM UTC
The time taken was not what I dreamed
of, craggy paths, dead ends, or so it seemed.
But now, with back a turn, I see a glimmer,
of the bigger picture, that calls me nearer.
With eyes wide open, listening ears;
a heart full and my spirit clear,
peace and acceptance: my purified pearl.
Jan 1, 2024
Jan 1, 2024 at 6:58 PM UTC