#getback
Weakly while strong I hopscotch through fog,
Days amount to a pass
Storing many for a walk
Amid all haste the timber of my favorite song approaching
Workdays invested in art
Bottomed out on the investment early on
Incriminetal footholds on walls as frames grab ahold
The structure buries with me again
Sleeping soundly in buckets of paint mixtures
Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 5:54 PM UTC
Unyielding hearts beat 💞
Rugged souls in stubborn 🤕
Strength in every storm ☄️
Feb 27, 2025
Feb 27, 2025 at 11:29 PM UTC
I forgot the present.
I went back,
And watched a flower open yesterday.
Imagination turned real.
There was banter and banging;
Strumming and keying.
I witnessed a chick, hatching,
Breaking through.
After the picking and pecking,
Their scratching and scolding,
I paused in need of help:
*Get Out.
No one is that good*.
Nov 27, 2021
Nov 27, 2021 at 11:18 AM UTC
Winds became scary, clouds became haunting,
Birds clinging to nests, trees dancing as ghosts,
I was ten, when I was lost, that evening
What I had been cursing ere, is for what I was crying
Running in road I ain’t known, alone,
Torture devils methinks — are my guardian angels, realising then,
Sunken in rain, doomed life — in one pass of cloud
The fall, could I sever my tears and rain?!
running in road, drenched, yet thirsty,
My spine frore afeared, I could fall in ambuscade,
The place I dispraised, that I wished to leave
Was my heaven in truth, I realised then mooncalf I was,
The very fabric of my bane heart, torn asunder,
The darkness filling my eyes I behold, that something billowed,
Dight with doit?! — not even hope,
Hopeless, perhaps I might got end up with rags and pigs,
It went to night, when I found a light yonder,
Did I ran, or did I flied or did I jumped to,
That bedlam, there was a house across a meadow,
A woman, quoth she, waited until, my tears and rain stoped,
The woman portaged me back to my place,
Back to the arms of my guardian angel — the warmth,
The clouds cleared, no more haunting, in my eyes — my guardian angels!
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 12:17 AM UTC
Why is that confusing?
Is my poet dying?
A lot of chaos, I'm surrounded
Never believed I will lose hope
I had tutors directing my path
I derailed, and now I'm lost
Searching for a shortcut
To get to the highest mount
The path I chose will show
The reality of hard work
The strain I should bear
Through the forest path
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 1:14 AM UTC