#mori
It was cold outside,
but my blood was warm.
It warmed me as I bled
onto cold concrete.
I would have tried to flee.
I was almost put to rest.
Ignore that I was warned.
They tried to take my life.
Nov 27, 2025
Nov 27, 2025 at 4:57 AM UTC
Your harsh whips upon my skin,
The shackles around my feet,
The cuffs on my hands,
Why must I endure this?
What have I done?
Did I cause this?
Was it my fault,
O’ dear captor,
Please let me go,
I have a life I must live,
Upon my last vowel,
A booming voice echoes,
“Memento mori”
I’m not perfect I know,
But please give me a chance,
Give me a chance to prove myself,
Allow me to tear off this mask at once,
This crimson speckled mask.
Thank you my dear,
You have set me free,
Now let this be upon me,
I will now perform my greatest act,
And pull off this wretched mask,
As I tug and tug,
I am not released,
For years I try,
Why won’t it come off?
Will I ever be free,
The mask is all I know,
It has been with me through thick and thin,
This so-called wretched mask,
Is it me?
What constitutes my identity?
What features make me,
Me?
It is as though I have never left those chains,
No matter how far I run,
No matter how many twists and turns,
His voice follows me,
“Memento mori”,
I’ve reached the end of my crossroad,
Remember,
I must die.
Sep 13, 2024
Sep 13, 2024 at 8:40 PM UTC
Margaret's fingers clasped and still
white birds upon her window sill
silent doves that came to rest
sleeping now upon her chest
each settled bird that came to land
will fly no more from Margaret’s hands
Jan 21, 2023
Jan 21, 2023 at 11:08 AM UTC
‘Cause you never wrote any of the good parts down
You just lived ‘em
and let ‘em
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You knew better
than to try to capture
the silliness in its hay day
because then you’d have
to face the facts of
the very choices
that you’d made;
and there would be no question -
whether it’s was worth it -
to waste the days by trading them
for nights of frivolity and frolicking -
Of frittering away.
What should have been,
and what is so,
and where it came from,
and who’s to blame
would all be there in Black and white,
instead of vanishing in the haze.
And in your own hand, no less;
your words,
a confession dictated day by day
of what, With your own eyes,
you did see
- All the magic and the wonderment of this tragic comedy -
through foggy lenses, bottle-thick and stained:
dreary ramblings in shadows made,
and heard and said
a many things
in drunken dangling reparteé.
Oct 3, 2022
Oct 3, 2022 at 3:53 PM UTC
Today is one of those days
where I could weep any minute.
Where it feels as if my soul has been laid bare,
and anything can touch it.
The thought of you not being here
to comfort me in these times,
makes it almost unbearable.
How I wish to see you on the other side.
Nov 1, 2021
Nov 1, 2021 at 10:59 AM UTC
Ancient Fairchild Oak
Stripped away with saws and rakes
More room for the dead
Nov 24, 2020
Nov 24, 2020 at 4:31 PM UTC
I wake up and you are still here.
You, of course, being something I can't touch,
a feeling, maybe. A high school crush on forever.
You, of course, are not really a you, but an us,
something I can't touch; a promise
to someone, of something. What it is about
I can't remember. What it is all about I can never
remember.
You are filled with every good day I've ever had
and every good day I never will. Your body bursts
with all the things I didn't get to do
because I was lying in bed, or crying in the shower,
or scared of what strangers would think of me.
When you smile, your teeth bare courage, click-clacking
with the memories of speeding down the highway and turning down
an invitation to a very, very quiet concert.
I can't tear myself into two neat pieces to hate and love you all the same,
I want to pick the meat off the bones and take all the parts I'm grateful for,
leaving you a skeleton carcass that gloats about everything that passed me by.
You, though, are not a meal and I am not a vulture.
I cannot separate the memento from the mori
which, still, leaves me with two choices.
Pretend none of it ever happened,
or accept the whole impossibly beautiful, unimaginably ugly thing.
Nov 15, 2020
Nov 15, 2020 at 8:01 AM UTC
Let's Die
Let’s Die
Let’s die for a while
You, me
Let’s die
Let nature rust us meanwhile
Let’s shed this skin and masks we wear
Let’s break shell like a caterpillar
Let’s aspire to achieve a state of flow like a serene river
Let’s ask question that speak truth to power
Let’s ensure that no one is devoured
Let’s hold each other’s hand to uplift each other
Let’s make sure that everyone’s voice is heard,
Let’s put a stop to this brutal abuse and killing
Let’s put an ethical WHY before each of our dealing,
No matter how much we are unwilling
Let’s not wait for someone to break the railing
Let’s be the one who doesn’t lead the crowd
Rather stays in the centre and feels proud
Let’s ask for more humility from the all encompassing creator
As we are nothing but “just a pale blue dot,”
arrogantly moving in the vibrating vastness of the universe
Let’s end the cycle of degradation and humiliation
Let’s stop lying for pursuing immediate gratification
Let’s question fundamentals that we have been taught
Not to dismantle all but to grow without them getting rot
Let’s make this death a rupture moment
Not the one that spills blood and resentment
Let’s **** some memories to begin afresh
Let’s hide for a while in each other’s chest
Let’s make this body weak and vulnerable
Let’s carry someone else’s pain on our shoulders
which for them is unbearable
Let’s fall sick,
Let’s live our last wish,
Let’s fulfill someone’s last wish
If we do,
It will be enough to live a life and
call it worth lived
when we die
Aditya
(by all, to all, for all)
Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 12:09 PM UTC
whatever happens, promise
you’ll remember what it’s like
to fight for something even if
youre not sure if you’ll survive.
to beg for mercy, plead for help,
but no one bats an eye.
so take a second, “momento mori”;
remember, you will die.
Aug 30, 2020
Aug 30, 2020 at 10:01 AM UTC
Tomorrow I'd go to school to see you; I only had a mind for melancholy and romance, and no room for myself. This was me today, and perhaps tomorrow I'd switch for the organic, unplanned me or-
She'd switch for nobody, and she'd abandon the idea of "I", because she'd no longer understand what it meant to refer to herself, nor did she have enough thumbs to condense her being into that mysterious letter that everyone else seemed to use without conflict.
It disowned itself, ashamed of synthetic sense of self, its fabricated empathy.
Temporarily, until it wakes from its nightly slumber and tastes the sugar of the words, "Good morning". She'll find some spirit to fill her shell and deem herself human.
Dec 19, 2019
Dec 19, 2019 at 11:03 AM UTC
Tell me what’s it like when you get a hold of
The things you want and whatever you prayed for
3 whole nights on that greyhound, searching
Looking for peace in a bottle of bourbon
Find hope in uncertain cuz one things certain
Dead by 27 if I don’t put the work in
Eyes wide open, head on a swivel
Looking for an answer to this ******* riddle
Mama told me keep my head on straight
I can’t come down
But the turns and the crossroads seal your fate
In this town
Screaming out to god with the ugliest face
I look alive
3 more years til it all goes away
I have the time
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 3:04 AM UTC
Father forgive me as your creation.
Your disowned student, the bane and your lost rival.
Doubts and questions since inception about inception. My reception and your deception.
Saving only comes for those worth saving. But you were the one who left me to danger.
I require not a touch nor love from you or those cut from your cloth. Just give me back what you stole from me.
Because I’ve never felt more scattered than when you left me out to live. Rid me of your leadership.
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 10:40 PM UTC
If I am to die tonight
Let all my secrets spill
About the lives I lost
And those I saved
As part of my fight
Surging thunders for its thrill
Forgetting the true cost
Of what my heart truly craved
If I am to die today
To the countless I saw
It is to which I thank yee
For memories I cherish
Beyond what words may say
Farther than the eye may see
And last long past my perish
If I am to die tomorrow
Let the sands of time
Slow to a wounded crawl
So I may find myself drunk
On the serenades of friendship
I have longed to enjoy
And resurrect my memory
From endless sorrow
As my mind so focused on crime
Tried to seal away everyone outside
Its wall
And keep inside worthless junk
If I died yesterday
I shall beg the angels
To let my soul wander
So I may visit all
Who I let reside in my heart
To simply remember
The beauty in them I loved
From bonding miles away
To moments alone upon a hill
And treks into the valleys
Leaving myself to ponder
The purpose of life I left behind
Forgetting the reason to brawl
So I may truly part
Into the warmth of heavenly embers
If I am to die
Let me take each moment
To make what wrongs I can
Right
Let me flourish
To give what life I have left
Its fullest fulfillment
Before it's fooled
By another conman
If I am to die
Let the one I love
Know my true embrace
Without a source of doubt
Far past all fear
To which I may cry
When the wedding with white doves
Brings deserve joy upon her face
As I repeat the words to assure
"I am forever yours,
My dear"
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 9:22 PM UTC
Awkward silence
Vanitas still-life
Remembering I must die
Thinking about afterlife
Still-life painting
Symbols of death or transience
The same old story
Unique true glory
Attention to one more fact
I know I'm into this
I'm a part of everything
Even without feeling it
Memento mori
Painted bended blind
A friendly reminder
Coming across my mind
The brevity of human life
A proper masterpiece
No one can escape
Let it rest in Peace
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 11:22 AM UTC
Fresh corpses line the boulevard
as the street lights do,
and thrushes sing a requiem
for the old man who
lights a white candle each morning.
Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 5:46 PM UTC