#lightandshadow
What happens to a day
that comes too bright?
Does it press against your eyes
like a question you can’t answer?
Does it hum in your skull,
a hard, hot tune
that won’t quiet down?
Maybe it swells
too sharp,
too loud
until shade feels like mercy
and morning feels like a dare.
Or maybe it just waits,
burning at the edges,
asking you again tomorrow
to bear it.
Feb 19
Feb 19, 2026 at 11:51 AM UTC
Golden hour is loaded with lies.
As the sun disappears,
so does the disguise.
Shiny reflections conceal imperfections,
and only in darkness do we gain perspective.
Sunsets are masters of deception,
like the counterfeit necklaces sold out of cardboard boxes.
Feb 5
Feb 5, 2026 at 8:32 AM UTC
Lowly, all pleasures sink;
No happiness it ever brought.
All joys that you may think
Repaint the pain you wrought,
Shall cling to you and bring
Horrors, woes, and rot.
Woe is you, woe is me—
She passes here at last.
Her voice and her shadow cast
The void that claws and stings.
Her shroud eternal, vast,
She that lives in darkness.
And beauty falls aghast by her tears;
The winding grass dances in trance beneath her marble feet.
Light couldn’t steal a glimpse of her,
Nor day or night dared to bring her peace.
For no moon shines above her head,
And the sun forgot and turned to rot
In her birthplace in the east.
All in shame in unison cried—
Angels and hellish beasts.
For devils could not stain her heart,
Nor soothe her pain, seraphims.
She that cloaks the darkness,
Her eyes that never sheen,
Made of hope departed
And all the forgotten dreams.
She knows every whining
Soul that dared to dream
Jul 23, 2025
Jul 23, 2025 at 3:41 PM UTC
_Crowded foresight_ —
thoughts stacked sky-high,
cluttered windows of a dreaming mind.
Out of mind,
out of sight…
yet somehow, I keep seeing
the better days of my life
skimming the edge
of a hopeful smile.
That smile —
soft, unspoken —
given with time,
drawn from deep thoughts
folded in silence.
. . .
Any life worth seeing —
any __better__ version of me —
is shaped by what I’m willing
to put light on.
So I
paint my
foresight with
fireflies and sunbeams,
hoping the dark
makes room
for the
light I
keep.
Jun 16, 2025
Jun 16, 2025 at 3:59 PM UTC
Shall the sun’s warm kiss unveil thee so divine,
Or shall shadows rise where softest light may shine?
Will dawn's embrace reveal thy hidden grace,
Or cloak thee further in a veiled, mysterious place?
For if that veil slips, what shall remain of me?
A soul undone, adrift upon a boundless sea.
Shall I, in trembling, witness thee unfold,
Thy secret beauty, yet to be untold?
Shall I fall into the chasm of thy unspoken gaze,
Where light and dark entwine in an eternal maze?
Each layer stripped away, each truth laid bare,
Revealing thy essence, yet drowning me in despair.
For in that single moment, all shall be lost or gained,
A heart laid bare, where joy and sorrow are chained.
O' fate, dost thou mock me with such trembling fear,
To cast me upon this precipice, so near?
Shall I, in thine eyes, find both love and despair,
A fleeting breath, yet heavy beyond compare?
If thou shouldst unveil thy soul to me,
What of my own—shall I remain or cease to be?
Mar 15, 2025
Mar 15, 2025 at 12:50 PM UTC