#keeper
Ruhlar… ruhumun nehri.
souls fall into the dark well,
O death-keeper—
where every soul becomes a book,
and every page remembers every lament .
Dec 8, 2025
Dec 8, 2025 at 12:02 AM UTC
She spoke
not loud,
but with the gravity of oceans.
“I am a keeper,”
she said,
“but I will never beg to be kept.”
And the air trembled,
as if truth itself had found a body.
She was no storm,
yet the sky bent to her calm.
No flame,
yet her warmth undressed the dark.
Those who heard her forgot their names,
for her words were not commands,
but revelations
a mirror held to every heart
that ever mistook possession for love.
“I am,” she whispered,
“a temple, not a tether.
Stay, if you can worship
but never if you wish to own.”
And from that moment,
silence itself became her disciple.
Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 10:30 PM UTC
in better times, I remember I
began getting quite arrested, like
a ****** susp., by
Harmonía, which keeps serving
to this day as a source of both psychic sunlight
and real enjoyment (sometimes)
which is somewhat funny co[ɑ]mbined
with the fact it was a summer month I
started getting more in—volved in thI̲s diversion
summer twenty fourteen
which means she's something I have bE̲E̲n exploring
for... um... already more than
a decade, like rotten souls of autocratic rogues
["decayed"]
but it's a mite bigger story
given the fA̲ct I'd known
and been sort of into her some years before then
she can be so diverse, from natural
to artificial & including parts of both
plenty of heartbeat types & tempos
and vibes: from nice & mellow
to harsh & evil, from bright to dismal
from refined & regal to energized & feral
she can pep up automotive-buzz-replete strolls
she's there for you in times you feel low
and any kind of insult is something she won't
ever do, unlike a lo[ɑ]t of people; I can hardly be called
jolly, like a harlequin lo[ɑ]cked within walls
of a ******* mental
["Harley Quinn"; "Gotham"]
asylum, but, like an environment fa[ɛ]natic
in a paradisiacal la[ɛ]nd replete
with scenes of natural grace, I'm pleased
["blissed"]
that I̲ had a cha[ɛ]nce to be
introduced to her; and all the gO̲O̲d 'bout her
cited through the verse is why I'm glued to her
not a single day of mine is thrO̲U̲gh sans her
but if you think I'm alluding to[—]wards
a close other, you have sure
misunderstood the verse (some of it)
[Unlike Pluto has a tune being, as it's stated by him, "a love song as a metaphor for alcoholism"]
[it's called "Ethel", which is a homophone for "ethyl"]
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for I'm not one with a people-oriented frame
of mind, but a music nerd
with a broad extent of taste
for music, but one whO̲ prefers
mostly middle-paced
and boomy forms
of it, such as midtempo bass
midtechno, EDM glitch hop, moombahcore
drift phonk ******** like a bimbo's brain
moombahton, & 2000s reggaeton
but some years ago, when old & new reports
of injustices of the human world
next to the discontent of daily adult-hood were serv—
—ing as ****** fuel in terms
of the ignition of the stupid urge
to get something (boo!) destroyed
to bring against injustice-contributing jerks retribution earned
a craze for more dark-sounding, brutal sorts
of tunes was formed as a substitution for
destruction, like any amusement's purp.
["distraction"; "purpose"]
along with music, another gO̲O̲d means for
getting through the murk
has been, like when a whip's coming thrO̲U̲gh keen curves
sideways with its wheels sliding through the course
of it, creative writing, putting words (mislead)
["creative riding"; "ᵖᵤᵗᵢⁿ words"]
into this seductive-looking form (indeed)
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and I really was thinking after the last done work
(that killing joke tale)
that I won't manage to craft one more (usual thoughts)
took 'round three & a half months burned (for the most part)
and the thought of o[ɑ]bligation to wha[ʌ]t's been saving
me from ending up in a darker place in
order to undertake an—other rhyme creation
hopefully, like that racing co[ɑ]ntest on Terminal
Island, I'll have some more to show
that's something I am not sure of, though
["mortal show"; the "Death Race" show from the same-titled movie]
Apr 25, 2025
Apr 25, 2025 at 9:42 AM UTC
dawn breaking the black sky
I opened my heavy weepers
expecting her under blue satin sheets
all smiles or laying still, sleeping
my keeper keeping
the orange ball peeks out the barren hill tops
and in the walls of my sweaty, red skull I drove deeper
there, I searched the darkness for my keeper
in lue of her emerald greens
I see reaping the reaper
the yellow tentacles of the morning star now slash
so, I threw my stare wide onto the bedroom
sweeping for her, the female that keeps
for many a times, she'd play hide and seek
but no game, I felt death wound me inside
mercury rising reaches its peak with the summer star
from gentle kisses 'til noon to zoomed the reaper
the reaping it was in the huge cavity of my room
where the crossbones and skull spelled out d.o.o.m.
no longer my keeper, but the finest of reapers
Feb 21, 2025
Feb 21, 2025 at 9:26 AM UTC
You saved me yesterday
When the rolling clouds were dark
The wind, like a hurricane,
Was whipping through my heart
It was beating just as loud as the thunder over head
All i felt was dread
The ground shook with emotion
While i tried to hold it in
But my mind felt like exploding from the pain that i was in
Then you, stranger, walked on by
And took me by surprise
Grabbed my hand, pulled me up, looked into my eyes
All you said was 'hi'
And i felt that could breathe
My heart, though it stayed racing
Stopped pounding in my sleep
Angry clouds above me
Started to evaporate
The walls that surrounded me
Began to dissipate
And though the world was shining
Once again renewed
I couldn't take my eyes off of the beauty that was you
Jun 22, 2024
Jun 22, 2024 at 11:36 AM UTC
I need someone who will hold my hand
When he felt that life is getting tough.
Someone who will understand by just staring in my cold eyes
To lift my mood without using sweet lies.
Because I only wanted to feel that I am more than just enough.
There are lots of things that I wanted and needed,
And I don't think that I deserve it.
Something's missing, I wasn't perfect.
But there was you who made me feel that I wasn't lacking of something.
Apr 16, 2024
Apr 16, 2024 at 4:10 AM UTC
time is sand to the gaps through my fingers
air to a drifting feather
a current to the water
it seeps through
it flows
it wipes off
never keeps tracks nor leaves prints
never tangible nor stays still
the closest we can get is a swirl of its moments
the stretched writings of the faint memories
it keeps you on your toes
it leaves you breathless
it never stays as it was
Aug 21, 2022
Aug 21, 2022 at 5:26 AM UTC
Within the garden of my heart
A fragile flower grows
How much light is needed
It seems that no one knows
Some days it blooms
Fiery and bright like the sun
Other days it withers
Before the day's even begun
A deep and dark soil looms below
Complexity colors the delicate petals
A gentle breeze allows for dancing
And in the silence it settles
My heart seeks a caretaker
One with a gentle hand
As such rough manipulation
It can barely withstand
This little flower needs love most
With a true and steady touch
Tis the soft caress of a keeper
This heart has needed so much
Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 7:54 PM UTC
And he believed
and found the magic in me
Then flew me into his floral wonderland
He held my hand
and lit the torch
The hope I’d use to light
the darkness of my thoughts
A bright beacon to tame my beast
A gardener unafraid to touch my heart of thorns
May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 9:57 PM UTC
If you have a friend
who stays with you through your worst
they are a keeper.
Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 2:39 PM UTC
Shredded gold and silver flakes
it’s all been sold, from land to lakes.
I’m running up quite a bill
stationed up on my window ceil,
bargaining with Bungalow Bill
asking for a discounted thrill.
Vacant roads and silent trees
these heavy loads buckling my knees.
I couldn’t walk one more pace,
not known to finish a race,
I’ll forfeit before taking last place
then blame my undone shoe lace.
Within a half awake state,
I scribbled explanations too late,
they weren’t worthy or close to justified.
I’m just a chaser to bait,
too far behind at this rate,
but I’m sworn to the end so I abide.
A Prism view or black and white,
soft morning dew, or a starry night.
Which one should I prefer,
if they both blend and blur,
I sought the opinion from her
but accepted the first to occur.
I’m under the tree, the one from our seed,
taught me to see but not to read,
so I decipher each calligraphic,
with details too specific,
undesired outcome so prolific
my mind allows me to trick it.
There was more life in the tears
that stood back waiting for years,
only to greet their moment on the floor.
Falling down while nobody steers,
halting the joints and the gears,
and I will cover the space under the door.
We will equally share this burden,
lights off and close the curtain,
I’ll hide my breaths within the thunder.
Hastily halt then proceed to hearten,
and though I’m still very uncertain,
I’ll let doubt pull and drag me under.
Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 4:30 AM UTC
Let's go to a place
that we don't know.
Take my hand
and never let go.
Just the two of us is all
that we need.
Baby your love is all
I can keep.
May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 1:26 PM UTC
Sin is a real evidence keeper
Expose it to your equals
Or it will eat you
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 9:43 AM UTC
Creeping crawling
Waiting stalking...
You sit there in wait
As if a planned date
Of which, I do not know
Why are you staring little crow?
You sit and watch beating hearts
'Til the harvest starts
I almost tune out the evil laugh
That you bellow from deep within your wrath
And almost forget where you reside
That is, within me, deep inside
Your jar of souls collected slowly
You take your time being unholy
You go into hibernation away from the watchful cavists
You do not mind though, for winters calm brings great Spring harvests
You feast and feast devouring bit by bit
You take piece by piece encouraging me to submit
Fighting the pain,
Fighting in vein...
Tearing me down, nonstop
As if I your crop
Little crow caws in joyous evil song
Release me from your grasp, I beg all night long
You come and go
And reap what I sow
Taking my strength and will to fight
Chomping down into flesh throughout the night
Released once more, you hide away again
I almost forget, but you have written it in permanent pen
You wrote "Never forget, sweet child, I am you keeper.
Sincerely,
The Soul Reaper."
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 10:42 AM UTC
A gravekeeper by trade
burying the dead to stay alive
with a green thumb and *****
the unused earth oh how it strives!
Fat tubers and roots
green leaves with red veins
small vines sprouting fruits
even a small section for grains
The gravekeeper never goes hungry
his family never starves
he loves living in the country
and his plot of earth that he carves
One day two fresh dead
and a rat, maybe two scampered by
soon a sickness to be widespread
day by day how that multiplied!
More bodies into the earth
how did his garden shrink
he was crying and crying
this gravekeeper didn't know what to think!
Should he be happy for business
should he be sad for the loss
is he crying for his vegetables
or is he crying for the bodies that are tossed
Little by little did the green become stone
his loved ones feast on a diet of worms
now he, a lonely gardener of bones
sits and watches as his world burns
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 8:47 AM UTC
If you ever meet someone
who tries so hard
to stick by you
through your difficult moments,
do me a favor, please...
Keep them.
I beg you, please,
no matter what happens
you've gotta keep them;
because it ain't easy to find someone
who cares enough
to look past your flaws
and accept you for who you actually are.
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 6:52 PM UTC
"Swear on your life you'll never tell a soul! SWEAR!"
The more they trust, the more I hear.
Sorry to make you repeat, couldn't hear you clear.
Yes I'll hold this dear,
But promise me you'll become clean.
What did I just see,
I didn't mean to hide these true things,
No I mean...please just hear me
Out...no please don't, there's no need to scream and shout!
I did it for you
I didn't mean to hurt your heart and send you into these deep thoughts.
I....
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 12:20 AM UTC
She's mine, mine to keep
She's in too deep
I promise i'll be a tease
Slice and dice you'll beg me please
Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 6:41 PM UTC
Anna's pov while she is dead
For a long time
I nearly failed
Then inexplicably
I began the long steep climb upward
My last chance
But someone took my place
There were times I stayed
To listen to my mother cry
Then one morning
My mother realized that we had everything
Immediately
I felt like I had a shrine
Jesse, sitting on the couch said,"She would have thought it was funny"
The bitter sore memory that someone has left this world
You are still in it
Then one day you look down and see how much pain
Kate's pov as she's alive
I wonder if
Anna lingered in the spaces between the words
I wonder if she knows
That Daddy fell deep after she left
I wonder if she knows that every time I see two little girls
I think of us
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 11:40 AM UTC
I say learn to practice what you preach
You have no rights to tear other people down
Remember this life is a long sandy beach
Each man has a unique print of his own.
So learn to always show love and support
No man is an Island, the famous adage says,
Brother-keeping is what life's entirely about
And kindness is a blessed seed sown for better days.
Love your neighbor as thyself, the good book says
How long will we go contrary to this universal law,
Commanded by God Himself since ancient of days?
A law in which he invested time and love to draw.
So where is humanity, where is that universal love?
It's time for the strong to give the weak a helping hand
The seed of love is the will of the Most High from above
So let love become that unique footprint left in the sand.
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Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 12:07 AM UTC