#impression
The site hut looks like
a shoe-box diorama --
with him as a doll.
Oct 19, 2025
Oct 19, 2025 at 2:29 AM UTC
The movie actress
sits on horsehair, you see it --
because she feels it.
Jun 14, 2025
Jun 14, 2025 at 4:26 AM UTC
The hall is sold out,
because we always remove --
superfluous chairs.
Nov 17, 2024
Nov 17, 2024 at 3:16 AM UTC
When AI is making babies, the best
we may imagine is
some sense of attraction and repulsion,
is there imbalance inherent in this scheme?
Say we wish we knew where wishing, the idea
forms from.
Were you taught to wish,
were you taught to pray, did they seem the same,
if, on the other end some thing
had to
had to, no question, had to happen for the answer
to be the
actual change of everything involved,
reality, every little thing matters, thus the rule
account for every idle word.
Because they are not empty, everything has been thought,
go Goethe "Think them all again." as it comes to you,
this is a-an ah musing idea, as a bubble of thought come
to being realized, in your mind. You understood that.
Nothing in the tree of knowledge is illegal if you know
the story has a moral, made from words you
wrestle with,
very trickster ladder-like Eschering blessed progress
a word to the wise
is enough.
That is a thought hermits use
to prevent repetition
of I don't know.
Enough.
Oct 21, 2024
Oct 21, 2024 at 2:20 PM UTC
The rolling ocean of time appears so vast
that who knows how far back into the past
it extends and of our present moment only being
just a slight impression on its shores we’re seeing
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Jun 28, 2024
Jun 28, 2024 at 9:51 AM UTC
First you slurp water,
and from inside, it slurps you:
isn't that called drowning?
Jul 21, 2023
Jul 21, 2023 at 3:40 AM UTC
You share with me your memories,
Of places I've never been,
Sharing experiences I've never had,
With people I'll never meet.
I am so grateful that you share them,
They put a pep in my step,
Make me tap my foot,
And make me turn inward,
To the man I wish to be.
Carry me away on gentle guitar pluckin,
And take me to your world,
To where I wouldn't have to be me,
To where I can be the man I wish to be.
Jan 22, 2023
Jan 22, 2023 at 12:32 AM UTC
"You're so sweet!" "What a cutie!"
Is that the best you can do?
Those are defaults and fillers
I don't want to hear that from you
I want you to point out the things
That the general public don't see
The sides to me that surprise you
Normally masked by timidity
You get to see my lion
But still recognize my lamb
Tell me I'm so much more
Than strangers might think I am
There is a fervid spirit in me
But it's cloaked in a subtle attire
While the entire world calls me simple and sweet,
I need you to call me
A wildfire.
Nov 18, 2022
Nov 18, 2022 at 8:34 PM UTC
What do I love most about life? Perhaps the ability to cook explains all.
So, after our pretty laid-back meetings filled with lame jokes and modest talk about dreams, I offered myself to cook.
"I hate it", he said the moment I told him how much I love to cook shrimp.
It was ironic to discover that each of us loves what others dislike, and vice versa — or maybe, I am the only one feeling that way.
But then, he inexplicably enjoyed the meal. So voraciously. That I thought he did that for the sake of impressing.
Days roll into weeks, weeks into months, and I was still serving the same thing he could barely enjoy. And he eventually got low-key to that.
I was thinking whether he did that for the sake of adapting. It reminded me a bit of how acceptance is much glorified these days. And I was so grateful.
I even wanted to serve my heart for him.
I would gladly do that.
Aug 14, 2022
Aug 14, 2022 at 9:18 AM UTC
There’s a hundred and one ways
to impress
and a one in a hundred chance
to pass her test
but I counted on my only chance
and gave it my best
and what do you know
she said, yes.
Apr 14, 2022
Apr 14, 2022 at 11:35 PM UTC
**** me now!
Take it all away
Free me now!
Lead me through that way
Of no return
Of "known it all"
Of no U-turn
Where you don't give up
No one is around
It's all my choice
The subtle sound
Of my voice
Once chose to press on
Only for the pressure
To make an impression
That led to this depression
Mar 22, 2022
Mar 22, 2022 at 5:58 PM UTC
A "Tireless Impression" is nothing but pure nonsense, when you finally come to grips with what is mostly costly away from what makes up something that starts (as an impression), then abruptly transmits directly over towards the impression that gives good advice...that can't give good advice for itself.
The Tireless part, is the only remedy to an awakening that doesn't count for the (already built up nonsense) that can't keep it's own self away from such sudden shame... That it adopts a certain willpower that counts itself lucky enough...to literally become increasingly ill-tempered at the very lifestyle it chose, for the very direct impression... Of a Tireless will.
May 1, 2021
May 1, 2021 at 12:38 AM UTC
The Breach Interpretation: Is a mild chemical defect, found on the losing side of painful guilt itself.
Making (or, causing) such troubling acts of kindness, the very rhythm (full of justifiable results...), on the biggest possible gimmick...that could ever be committed.
That's just a rough outline of the very interpretation (of "The Breach") itself.
But the Breach part, is truly insignificantly broken from the deep inside out....
The Breach itself however, fully adopts the very different struggles between both "what is right", and "what is wrong" (with one's own personal image, and their own personal struggles at large).
But that doesn't mean nothing should be any different, then when it came to how right that very someone's personal image was, and how awfully wrong their own personal struggles were...when they interpreted it into millions upon millions upon millions of different fragmented individual pieces, (of their own collection). (And that's just the tip of the iceberg, when you finally console the very dynamic realization, of eventually, coming to terms with the long acts of perspectives...) That then obviously shows that those millions upon millions upon millions of different fragmented pieces (with their very own different properties and meanings), because nothing is truly conclusive in ALL these specifics areas and points (of a system that has more to offer, then any other order of things which could tilt at ANY moment...) Revealing a mere simple reaction in their form upon an even simpler side-effect.
Which tips the balance of power...and creates the most unsteady order of chaos that could become either an unstable universe (that could hypothetically become "stable", anyways).
Or just another standard, simplistic, normal sense of self full of such logical wit, (or the smallest of components of each), could then finally define both each others strengths and weaknesses.
Once this happens, everything becomes much clearer, (of course with time).
And this very interpretation of ("The Breach"), can then become fully "self-established" towards just what truthfully surrounds this very Breach itself.
Nevertheless, things now become more founded upon.
(When once it was truthfully subjected towards an unfortunate one-sided enclosure that didn't know how to officially become as one.) Because it was simply missing its other half that was an entirely unknown placement that didn't know it even existed.
The Breach Interpretation is full of all sorts of unbreachable flaws!
But for how much is truly unbreachable...fully depends on the sorts of acts you commit towards.
That's entirely why, this very interpretation is fully masked by the intentions of either others, (or your very own, intentions).
Because in the end, intentions lie their way too victory!
And that's the start (not the finish), towards an act of serious possible violence...(that truthfully defies the very expectations...), of what The Breach...truly is!
Apr 30, 2021
Apr 30, 2021 at 10:24 PM UTC
A pitch black blanket of unwound strands
Lays splayed before broken words in impotent rage
Breathing ragged against a winter window
Mirrors outlined in dark silk mock all they reflect
And tell no truths in their unwashed humor
But smile like cats eyes at the moon
A four chambered cavern sits sealed in frozen stone
With faded cave paintings raving in the dark
Hinting at old fires that burned
Simmering thinly and frail beneath a calm front
A snap on the edge of the cusp is only a
Sudden strike away and expecting the spark
So the frail crescent scratched in sand fails its promise
And gives away all it said it stood for
In the name of some sad joke
Apr 21, 2012
Apr 21, 2012 at 7:47 PM UTC
There's something fleeting, floating in this fancy,
Like fairy-tail we meet in midnight dreams,
Like ocean tide that brings its warmth upon us
In gentle gracious effervescent streams,
I see you there like flowers meet the sunshine,
There's so much happiness inside it almost shutters,
And bubbling wonder, and a wish to see you smiling,
And then my mind drifts off and my heart flutters…
Dec 7, 2020
Dec 7, 2020 at 12:44 PM UTC
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_I write to right the write-less, the unvoiced compendium of my experience. A
panoply of shadows between each line and behind the fumbled words miswritten
out of loyalty to the fiction I maintain. The letters which move beneath the page,
scintillating with suggestion, leaving their impression - a glimmer here, an echo
there; they are more honest than the fraught narrative that I deem fit to 'save'. I
write to right the write-less, to balance the unwieldy, to illuminate the intangible._
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Oct 17, 2020
Oct 17, 2020 at 2:52 AM UTC
Kyle, you are the unsocial demerit point, because you tame that which isn't within the same parameters as your own guilt of never being able to essentially see past your own guilt, firstly. (Which is entirely filled too the absolute brimful of shame!) Shame that doesn't detest your own abstract mind from taming the logic that truly demands the official reasoning for you too cost more energy for yourself too bear (in order to suit your own needs from depleting even quicker. Then what was first realized.) While being at the demanding odds of something either unfortunate to ALWAYS come your way. Or (for the very first time in my very own simulation full of nothing more than completely realistic prolonged "shackled" days) that doesn't EVER seem to count the reasoning you need the very most. Mostly because life is truly never fair when it ONLY operates anyways, (for your very self first and foremost). On an operating system full of very tempting, unusual, unnatural and a seemingly unrealistic taste for more demerit points to be added in a complete collection full of both "wonder and detachment." Kyle, you’re also the unsocial demerit point, because you have yet to discover your own highs and lows upon your own governing system. It's not bad to be one's own demerit point. (Hell, I've been my own "demerit point" ever since the very beginning when I truly first popped out into this world full of "realistic advantages.)" Realistic advantages full to the absolute brimful of "factually chained uncertainties!" Your nothing more than a sense in your own details that doesn't limit one's own ideology against the world head-on! Instead, you devise a proper program for yourself against the desires of an even more proper exercise in order to free yourself full of the (not so rich) details that blind your own choices, from seeing the choice in it's own decision-making...from ever being able to reach the extension of your own actions. Actions that suddenly prompt its own inadvertent consequences, because the notion is in the very specifics that again demand you too see the odds that try to impress you (without even seeing "why that is)?"
Concluding what exactly...? Well, isn't it already obvious enough for you too "effectively" notice (ahead of time)?! Or are you too busy thinking on raising the bar of the current potential rate of your still rising (to this very day)...demerit points? Because that's what you should always be focusing on "separating" from your very structure of life, altogether. Versus the still ever-increasing rate of such a demerit succession!
Sep 7, 2020
Sep 7, 2020 at 9:45 PM UTC
I want to be thought of as wild, feral, absolutely uncontrolled,
I want people to see me as barely restrained,
I want my hair to be an total mess and my smile to be a little unnerving,
I want my hands to be as soft as the sweetest moss but my fists as rough as the stones beneath,
I want to look like I've just climbed a tree or I'm about to dive into the ocean,
I wish to be perceived as thunderstorm, a maelstrom,
I am lost but not looking for a way home.
Aug 10, 2020
Aug 10, 2020 at 5:34 PM UTC
I've only lived so many years
Only lived in so many places
Have only met so many people
And have only experienced so many things
But I've lived more than one life through every connection
Lived in all of the places they have been
Felt every feeling one feels with their loved ones
And have seen time as they have seen
it
unwind
And though it may seem impossible
through their eyes I see me
the world
in their reflection
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 12:30 PM UTC
We visited an art museum today
“The Guggenheim” with it’s white spiraling architecture
I felt slightly cultured as I flipped through a book detailing an artist whose last name I vaguely recall started with a Q
Conveniently forgetting the very reason for my presence in that room being to charge my phone
Feeling educated as I recognize the names Matisse, Lautrec from my brief intro to art history courtesy of our overly enthusiastic design teacher
Basking in my elegance, taking petit little bites, of a macaroon in a cafe outside the museum
...Before noisily slurping my blood red ice tea
Jul 16, 2019
Jul 16, 2019 at 7:48 PM UTC
HiHowYouDoing?IJustWannaSayHi
IWasStandingWithMyFriendWhenYouWalkedBy
AndIHaveToSayYouHaveABeautifulSmile
AmIBeingTooForward?OhLetMeStartOver
SoIHopeEverythingIsGoingOkay
It’sSoNiceOutButLaterIThinkIt’sGonnaRain
ButHowThisHeatIsIWouldn’tComplain
ActuallyIt’sPerfectDayForAnIceCreamCone
There’sAPlaceThatIKnowThat’sPrettyGood
100%MilkYou’llSayMmmThat’sForSure
It’sNotFarFromHereMaybeTheNextNeighborhood
Was it...on like, 5th street?
WellMaybeNotNowButICouldTakeYouSometime
ThatIsIfYou’reNotBusyAndHaveSomeFreeTime
IfWeCouldExchangeNumbersThatWouldBeSublime
ItWouldBeMyTreatOfCourseForGoodEats
I’mSorryITalkFastWhenIGetNervous
AndIApologizeForAnyPossibleDisturbance
ButHonestlyThoughItWasTotallyWorthIt
OhNoI’mStartingToSweatSorry
TextMeIfYou’reInterestedInThatIceCreamByTheWay
I’llLeaveYouAloneNow
Goodbye.
Jun 21, 2019
Jun 21, 2019 at 1:28 PM UTC
How funny it is that when you describe a girl you call her pretty, call her beautiful, call her gorgeous.
Our girls grow up with the only compliments they receive to be ones remarking their bodies and yet we wonder why we can't get them to eat.
They grow up believing wither consciously or unconscious they are judges by the bodies.
That the size of their jeans is their caste.
That if they aren't pretty they are nothing.
Our little girls slather on the makeup and step into their heels smile till the corners of their mouths crack as if life was a beauty pageant and success and happiness were prizes to be won.
When you describe a boy you call his strong, call him tough, call him powerful.
Put the weight of the world in his hands and hope he can handle it.
Our men lead the way and our girls follow.
Why when you see a girl you never call her intelligent, call her resourceful, call her powerful.
Imagine a world where little girls weren't just bodies.
They were the daughters of destiny and the friends of fate.
They could do anything, and they were told that from the second they could listen.
Imagine if our girls could look past their bodies, could pus aside shame and hate and learn to love the vessels.
Imagine if our girls were powerful.
Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 3:09 AM UTC
I overdosed on my cupid's arrow
I trip and fall
at that first
different
"hello"
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 3:11 AM UTC