#karmic
you struck a match and left me putting out the fire alone.
as always, dreams turn to dust, and i'm the one to bite the lust.
maybe one day, i'll get used to it.
is it something i should get used to?
Feb 25, 2025
Feb 25, 2025 at 5:56 AM UTC
Can you feel me
rush over you,
as I drown myself in your absence?
Void of color, my lips seep red
as I kiss upon the roses
that you placed upon my bed.
My sheets saturate by the blood of your thorns,
hidden by the beauty of your rose.
Your absinthe courses through my veins;
I am a slave to your elixir,
lost in the prison of my mind.
Yet I remain within the labyrinth of the memory of you,
for only in my mind I know
you will not go.
As I look beyond the veil,
I cannot distinguish dusk from dawn.
Only through this absinthe
can I bear the weight of your absence.
Dec 1, 2023
Dec 1, 2023 at 12:15 AM UTC
Two moths fluttered across one another's paths
before the breaking of dawn.
One of the moths mistook the other
for a butterfly from a distance,
but the closer they flew towards each other
the moth knew that there was no difference between the two.
At first, the older moth thought the younger was a mirage of herself.
But this moth that stood before her was not the moth herself,
but rather a version of herself that she had shed long ago.
The older moth told the young moth masked as a butterfly
that she must shed her false skin
so that they could fly to the moon, where they were both destined to go.
She offered to show this moth hidden beneath the façade
a path to her true destiny,
but the younger moth flew beneath the healing rays of the night
and descended into a world where she would never be accepted for her true essence.
In the end, the young moth flew to the sun and eviscerated into the fires of her own suffering.
The stars of the night burned bright for the loss of a soul who could not see that her beauty would have shined through any night.
Nov 4, 2023
Nov 4, 2023 at 10:03 PM UTC
i loved you,
i love you.
i've always loved you,
and i will always love you.
my brain doesn't know
how to let you go,
and my heart refuses.
May 16, 2023
May 16, 2023 at 6:24 PM UTC
Did you love me in a past life?
Is that why you made a pact with me
to conjoin this time in a karmic unraveling?
What did you intend to learn from me?
Our energetic ties implied we should have known
how this would all end;
I felt it in the beginning,
that this might not be sustainable,
but I persisted and so did you,
dragging our feet into the trenches.
Did you care what the end result would be?
Was it satisfying enough to watch the soft shell
surrounding us crack?
Jan 4, 2022
Jan 4, 2022 at 12:17 AM UTC
I find it hard to wash the taste of you out of my mouth
I struggle to keep that forever feeling of your hands
clenched into my hair.
I go through phases
of wanting your fingerprints consuming every inch of me
& senselessly scrubbing them off my body.
Watching as it all washes away into the drain below me
These thoughts
These feelings
A temporary fix
& yet to this day I am sorry most of all,
that you won't choose me.
Oct 24, 2020
Oct 24, 2020 at 2:18 PM UTC
i have many weights sleeping on my heart.
distraction brings no solace,
escapism not a change in scenery.
pain is a tree of replacement,
my suffering the blood of their fruit,
my flesh the main victim.
a collaboration of gnawing and burning truths
what else would make this life, a life
if not the wretched deal
of karmic strife?
when the wound passes through clear,
a hole in my chest,
the ringing of my ears,
only then must i talk to the pain.
to look the dark in the eye
and to find their hiding spots.
but until then,
i will think about what to say.
Sep 1, 2020
Sep 1, 2020 at 10:02 PM UTC
A swollen sun descends upon us.
small children at play with painted faces.
time is not an endless tick, one and then another
(the plague nearest our dwelling)
but a single broad and present moment stretching
out and on forever.
sometimes i feel my heart will burst
scattered about, then gathered up in a world of rag and bone.
seeds for the great harvest are but a payment for a
karmic debt -
a purple heart sacrifice of my broken hand -
a slice from stem to stern.
my eyes they sink into my head.
the world is a deep grey beneath the deep stars.
the constant chatter in the skull -
a fallen angel named Moroni.
my sunken eyes watch me lift the bad hand
the heathen of my good intentions -
the purple heart of a bad apostle
the shackles of my station
the facing of certain destruction within the grim Hallway of Anubis.
a single moment stretching on forever and a balancing of the heart.
a swollen sun descends upon the third circle of Hell - a place where I no longer live.
Aug 2, 2020
Aug 2, 2020 at 10:34 AM UTC
What if we weren't meant to be
But I was meant to see
That with you I could never be happy
Or fulfilled, just cheap thrills
To fill the void I need to fill
Alone not in company
Alone; just me
The mirror you are is much appreciated
It showed me my beauty and demons
An honest reflection produced reflection
Then fumbled into introspection
Then I suddenly realized the blessing
That your lack of clarity brought me true clarity
Clairvoyant, my third eye open and anointed
My energy focused and pointed
My trajectory in the world forever changed
That's why I can say I love my karmic to this day
I accept the pain because of the gain
Jun 30, 2020
Jun 30, 2020 at 11:22 AM UTC
He's so narcissistic
He can't even see how
Much damage he has done
Because his weak, petty soul
Would crumble under such
Sinful destruction.
Jun 23, 2020
Jun 23, 2020 at 3:01 PM UTC
They choose their fate
By their choices
To be caring or no
I merely enforce it
Sep 25, 2019
Sep 25, 2019 at 3:10 PM UTC
i worship an empty god
who answers no prayers.
a mono-disciple tapered
to heavenly threads without
ever bearing wings of my own,
i have no convictions except
the idle ones he tethers me with:
our shrine is gold and red.
(sometimes i think it is pretty.)
i will follow him with blind eyes,
for there is nothing more sweet
than to be loved for merely existing
and reciting his gospel to the ground.
i grow under his sunlight.
he waters me as he pleases,
but my petals will never be
the colors of the church flowers
from his childhood,
(he doesn't realize they are fable.)
my mind will never be his steeple.
Nazareth needs repairing, but
scripture ordains i cannot bear
the burden of fixing something so bloodied and broken.
i will bleed red wine for him,
i have no doubt he will finish
the glass.
it stains the page. i smile,
yellowed crumpling page.
i write the next verse, in pencil,
heeding my perpetual mistake:
i am immeasurably incorrect,
and no one needs repentance but
the sinner, who is I tonight,
and all nights.
i close the
book. i lay down.
Nazareth
is dark.
so i pray my
bedtime prayer,
that i wish
my god wakes up
with a clearer mind
and a learned heart
tomorrow.
(a fool is a follower,
a fool is the man who
absolves the snake for the sin
and punishes Himself
for not seeing clearer.)
Aug 26, 2019
Aug 26, 2019 at 10:23 AM UTC
you’re ugly
under the
harsh light.
you are not
mystical, nor
fantastical, like
in my dreams:
you are a child
with the hands of
a God,
an uncontrollable
force with the power to
hurt me
Aug 2, 2019
Aug 2, 2019 at 1:15 AM UTC
insatiable thirst,
i drank from the garden of Eden.
Lu s t,
gulping for air as the water drowns me.
eyes fluttering
sinking into darkness.
was it worth it?
betrayal to Him?
betrayal to Self?
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 9:02 PM UTC
in a moment of intoxication;
a moment of weakness.
i broke a promise to myself.
a promise i've made to you
a hundred times before.
never again becomes
always again.
this is the last time, please promise me that.
you know me better than i do
and you know i can't say no,
never to you.
i need an escape,
but how do i get away?
you won't let me go.
my promises become a reaction,
or better yet-
a threat.
a weak one at that.
it's not about the promises you make;
but how well you keep them.
and i've kept mine,
as well as you've kept away.
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 8:58 PM UTC
I am feasting on this Karmic food
Because there is nothing else I'm served
What gets life's lemons and spice
Even when you've lately been nice
We are blind to our sins which we've rightly done
We only know how to visibly see others' knives and guns
Have you ever felt good about yourself
Without having harassed anyone.
If not, eat it what you've been given
Karma knows better than everyone.
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 2:22 AM UTC
"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend XXIX"
This emptiness swallowed a universe
Piece by piece perceived processed projected
Perceived mirror flawed through a glass darkly
My own self incarnate vibrates the all
God small g nothing else but illusion
Rising to heights magnificent people
Everywhere me me lost frightened in pain
Separate only in our dreams the stuff
Reality is made of again and
Again we fabricate the burning house
Source mortal frame coiled karmic energies
Physics bound push act be see the conscious
Realm space time continuous now the we
Travels the sea breathing one mind together
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 12:28 PM UTC
He wanted change
A catalyst
The empress to his emperor
Something to last through all of the seasons,
as reliable as mother nature
And then he met her
Pluto incarnate
The phoenix herself
In one karmic burst of light
she burned his life to ashes
& from this divine alchemy,
they birthed their own universe together
Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 9:30 PM UTC
***We've lived a thousand lives
together compressed in few
years time lapse***
each of the stones on this
ancient field of remnants
and memories moved and
turned around
***the mosaic of wide wisdom
gained as a daily compassion
after any storm of life has
raged against our hearts.***
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 2:06 PM UTC