#idealism
The ideal person:
would she be loved, or would he --
destroy everything?
Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 3:30 AM UTC
A love’s reserved when wells are dry
Whose dust reflects its soul
Whose echoes sound the silent cry
Of eyes’ unwatered shoal
Now all that’s dried and thirsting ground
Seeks some untempered truth
From different streams seeks to be drowned
In someone else’s youth
But others’ love won’t breach these walls
Nor heal its crumbling rock
Till purer flow from purer falls
Restores its absent stock
A pallid love which seeks repair
Can hope for nothing real
Till truer love leaves hearts laid bare,
Fills hearts which truly feel
If here we gave enough of love
To tame a cynic’s views
I think there’d be still more above
To fill the empty pews.
Dec 30, 2025
Dec 30, 2025 at 3:54 PM UTC
From afar, it looks surreal
This wan future I think true
But what I claim I know is there
Many others see right through
Such romantic ideation
Makes it easy to stay far
For I know on my approaching
I will see things as they are
While I dream of what I’ve made it
I forget to count the cost
Since in staring at this fiction
I don't see the time I’ve lost
But that scene I thought was waiting
Is in fact a better place
For the distance keeps me lonely
While the closeness brings embrace
Although fantasy is easy
For we men who don’t want near
Choosing truth with imperfection
Will do more to settle fear
When the haze of your own fiction
Dissipates to what is true
You find meaning in the desert
And become more real, too.
Dec 30, 2025
Dec 30, 2025 at 3:44 PM UTC
Being a volcano
with a thick skin
of fresh fertile soil
Wasting myself on it
with well-intentioned tinkering
and failing plans
Ignore the mess
It's not that bad
Excuses are unnecessary
Tomorrow is another day
for the holy got to be
and new wrongprovements
There's enough in bloom
to live on
between all solidifications and ashes -
the black of ardent ideals
Dec 7, 2025
Dec 7, 2025 at 4:03 AM UTC
Everything passes,
so we have to build bridges --
roads over the sea.
Jul 26, 2025
Jul 26, 2025 at 3:32 AM UTC
Driven by pride,
for a long time, we've searched for the right path.
Embraced by self-love,
we seek significance to affirm ourselves.
Another meaningless day,
disrupted by a stirring action,
Or maybe stillness and passiveness carry more meaning.
Chasing eternal ideas, we neglect pressing matters.
Intoxicated with high ideals, we dismiss those closest to us.
We pour our strength into chasing the true path,
and live in a future that never arrives.
So many choices slip away,
like grains within an hourglass.
The longer we delay, the less we live,
and life, alas, won't rewind.
When today flies away,
leaving no chance to mend broken pieces,
only the bitter taste of anxiety over the unattainable
and regret for what was left undone
remain by our side.
Simple words, simple wisdom.
Only an open heart can hold them,
like a flower starving to grow,
not waiting for the deep river's flow.
I remember that evening like it was just a month ago.
Almost night, the shadows of trees around us,
and our hands locked together.
Time stopped on the clock for a moment.
Like a fish thrown onto the shore,
we couldn't handle the scale of this new life.
Suffocating under overwhelming feelings,
with no air left inside us.
I close my eyes,
and scenes from the past flash by like an old movie reel.
An apartment block,
a courtyard with iron football goals,
one ball for two teams.
How happy we were in those days,
when our pockets were empty
and our hearts free of envy and rivalry.
I close my eyes, and only one question lingers:
When did we lose our feelings in a flood of meaningless worries?
Jun 28, 2025
Jun 28, 2025 at 6:12 PM UTC
is her favourite colour red?
Like a rose filled with passion and worth loving everyday
or she makes me bleed when I try to hold her
I notice that her hands are red
is it blood of her prior lover or just his kisses
can she ever be a rose of another colour
yellow, pink, white maybe? But then
If I held her then my blood would stain her beauty
now it blends in perfectly like a teardrop in rain
deeper the colour of her lips
for every stroke of petals she touches
but like wine for every passing year
she’ll just get better and better
is her favourite colour blue?
she brings my life out of the blue
like a sea I’ll never know everything about her
which makes me think all the time
and sometimes even dream about her
she is like a moon on a dark blue night
lighting up my life allowing me to see the stars
is her favourite colour green?
Like a leaf she inhales my sorrows and exhale love
she has the ability to change a simple caterpillar
into a colourful butterfly filled with so many colours
many of their names I don’t even know
every spring she is a new shade of green
watching her multiplying like hyacinth over my lake
is that all? No!
She might like white, pink or even exotics like gold
whatever she likes I know she will always colour up my life.
May 13, 2025
May 13, 2025 at 3:25 PM UTC
I haven’t seen you in a couple of weeks now
my eyes are drier than driest deserts
I feel like a flower slowly losing my colour and petals
my ears long your laughs
which were never for my humour
like a night blooming cereus
mysterious, unique
and I am just a simple daisy
common, innocent
it’s just a crush they told
can a simple crush change me? No.
but true love can
he loved you for your beauty, who wouldn’t?
meanwhile I loved you for your real beauty
beauty that comes from the inside
like a honeybee I come to the smell of nectar
not to the deceiving colours
please come back
even if you don’t even acknowledge me
your face wakens a part which I never knew
and your smiles and laughs fuel it
all these fantasies breaking away with
every passing day without your presence
I don’t want it to end,
it is the only world in which I can feel love
and moreover where I can love you
May 7, 2025
May 7, 2025 at 2:38 PM UTC
people say im idealistic
and that might be true
but its better to think
that there is a window with a better view
than the dreary one your looking through
because where theres room
for growth and change
there is also room
to stay the same.
Apr 1, 2025
Apr 1, 2025 at 8:51 AM UTC
Once more, I find myself
believing every word you said—
a fragile hope,
woven and tangled in my mind.
It wasn’t right then,
and it isn’t right now,
lost in the labyrinth
of a heart that won’t bow.
I should have seen it coming;
the signs were all there.
Yet I wished upon a star,
caught in a silent prayer.
Your final lie,
the shatter of trust—
a haunting reminder
of love reduced to dust.
Why do we seek refuge
in ****** tales,
or cling to Disney dreams,
where true love prevails?
Because only in those dreams
do honest men exist—
not in fractured truths
or silent, torn screams.
I don’t even know
what truly makes me sad—
a quiet ache,
a lingering shadow of doubt.
I called it then,
and now I see it clear:
the echoes of your words—
I no longer need to hear.
Nov 4, 2024
Nov 4, 2024 at 9:51 PM UTC
Talking tea
With a summoned friend
More than a shadow of due, we...
Know the skirting of justice, to end
Tea with a risen moment
To verify the calm, of seem in a worldly cast
Of duty before youth, a travail to know and lament?
The tally of sore senses, ready to accept here for ask
Somber news, inevitably the voice of regiment
And reason, are you all in life, a rational yet
Come by beauty, of sincerity and just terror to relent
A having dance of minds loved by the appetite we whet
See the misery we appoint, to another
Cause and effect, with a bidding lip of real
Enough totals of shared more, the need of an open bother
To come forward for the soul, if not a spirit of courtesy to feel
Into the void of common questions and answers
To the fate of hours we destined to hope
In the name of couth, and its most frightening tear
With the place and tale of nearness, with a choice beyond cope
Tear the chide of need from your face...
Sent with the love of us, might we sake a new rainbow
You drunk like a passion of demand and the order of says
The chastity of heed we all know could, an eye of heaven to owe
Aug 27, 2024
Aug 27, 2024 at 9:57 PM UTC
Power is maintained
with traps, purity exists --
in a prison cell.
Aug 27, 2024
Aug 27, 2024 at 3:11 AM UTC
To heavenly goals
lead only untrodden paths --
only worldly paths.
May 27, 2024
May 27, 2024 at 3:42 AM UTC
Waiving happiness
and suffering for the truth:
a better country.
Apr 4, 2024
Apr 4, 2024 at 3:53 AM UTC
It is nice to dream,
if only you walk with me --
starwalking with me.
Sep 17, 2023
Sep 17, 2023 at 3:23 AM UTC
One day you will learn
everything you pursued was --
never possible.
Aug 25, 2023
Aug 25, 2023 at 2:26 AM UTC
Hand over my mouth, I laugh
at the evil child
you are, who wants everything
as it should be
a better world
justice, equality
and brotherhood, now!
No longer an ideal
that makes fellow human beings suffer
in order not to lack anything themselves
So immature, not you
your complaint, your desire
for more
more solidarity
more harmony
more self-criticism
I know, the seed
of your gluttony
which wants all that
is your sweet anger
May 23, 2023
May 23, 2023 at 3:30 AM UTC
I was shot down like a bird
bleeding into the earth
it is a cycle I say as I watch my life fading away
in and out of black
in and out of panic attacks
whichever way I choose it's all a ruse
I was an old soul plagued with idealism
So naive to not see the true villain
My passion blinded me could not see the vermillion flags
Jan 1, 2022
Jan 1, 2022 at 12:22 PM UTC
I set myself ablaze and then I fly about the room
Time and space became for me a lovely little tomb
Apparitions far more friendly than the people's gloom
That is why I live among the stars upon the moon
Gaze upon me, frail and mighty, see me and despair
Powerful and terrifying is the returned stare
Lo am I, high in the sky with my infernal horn
Play the notes and make the world my booming voice adorn
Jun 23, 2021
Jun 23, 2021 at 9:52 AM UTC
The perfect woman
is from marble, and barefoot –
she stays where she is.
Apr 20, 2021
Apr 20, 2021 at 3:06 AM UTC
Why do you fear the stars? They ask
Spiraling, I drink back the painful task
Of opening my soul to unscramble the poisonous puzzle
Daybreak to dusk, unraveling words that were a muffle
The thought of the stars tugs sentences out of my mouth like taut thread
I’m sleeping in the dark, in a stone cold bed
A magician out of practice, on impulse you dealt the cards
Your shadows haunt me, I’ve been jilted, I’m jarred
When an impostor spills His indigo ink all over the hazy canvas sky,
Two contrasting stars appear and ring out my tears whilst I cry
Unjust, unrequited- two stars, one far brighter, close but worlds apart
Daylight robbery, your basket my was my body and you left with my heart
Stars- a lover looms over me, I crave integrity, still under your spell
Consider it, but make not the home we have a hotel
Night is washing away into the day, we’re fading away
Secret suborn victim, my premonitions were no dismay
Maybe the stars meeting was a mistake, for the dimmest star dreams when it is awake
The brightest could solve many puzzles except the ones in her head, a lesson learned too late
I fear the stars because I know you’re under them too
A turned leaf, a shattered soul from red to
Nov 24, 2020
Nov 24, 2020 at 12:46 PM UTC
Pull me
Push me
Force me
And trap me
Build me
Create me
Destroy me
Lie to me
Wrap me
Seal me
Deliver me
And ship me
No matter how much
You try
No matter how much
It hurts
I will escape
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 6:44 AM UTC
Once upon a Christmas eve,
A family sat round a fire
Dad’s he’s late, he’s blaming Steve
Some cables needed to be rewired
A house he finds,
Is full of smiles,
So off he goes on his way.
Grabs baubles from the attic,
and also, grandmothers ****** investigation files
The child, eager with a sparkly blue notebook, rushes to peek inside
Crowe, it reads, Age 33, with thirty-three stabs to her side.
Oh how dramatic, Oh how fun what a wonderful thing he had brought
As seen on tv and on the big screen but never in this way before.
She stared at the words and pondered and scribed and found a new area of thought
Thinking of A Woman Dead!
But not that way of course, in the fun kind of way.
Didn’t think of the dead woman.
Now and then, the blue notebook sparkles out of the corner of my eye
I cradle the crumpled pages in my arms, the notes that I took.
The notes, cold, combined with my father’s colder memories
The good Damsel murdered by a bad ex-lover
An unfortunately common situation.
Another woman lost and alone,
Another statistic.
Oh well.
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 2:35 PM UTC