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Then God sent a sip of solitude, in silent grace and a dash of hue, Colours that made the broken whole and gave the seeking heart its due. The birds then sang in sacred peace—from darkness of night to glowing release.
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May 3
May 3, 2026 at 12:30 AM UTC
A Sip of Solitude
The flowers in the glass vase Pretty and fragrant. Oh, the pretty flowers. In a little glass vase Alive for so long, Eventually, the water runs out, And the pretty fades. Oh, they have wilted, They were always gonna From the start. Oh, the flowers on the vase Will wilt eventually. All the pretty flowers’ destiny, To be shown, To be unknown, To fade away, Oh, the flowers in the glass vase. They don't last forever, Just like the water they breathe
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Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 12:37 PM UTC
The flowers
You loved the flower, so I bloomed— a fragile,hopeful thing. But by the time I learned to shine, you’d ceased to love the spring. You loved the song, so I became a trembling melody. But when your sorrow slipped away, you had no need of me. You loved the sky—I stretched so wide, a silent,endless blue. You asked for clouds,I gathered gray, then asked for rainfall,too. And so I fell, a silver veil, to meet you where you stand— but there you were,held dry beneath an umbrella in your hand. O, what a quiet, cruel design— to turn into each prayer you’d make, yet never feel your hand in mine, never be real for your sake.
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Dec 14, 2025
Dec 14, 2025 at 11:12 PM UTC
Almost!
Look to the sky — each cloud is forged alone, Yet from afar, they wear the same white throne.   They drift like thoughts, alike yet set apart,   A testament to nature’s restless art. Likes and unlikes — such is the nature’s lore, Be the seed that breaks its shell and grows once more.   Stand firm and nurture all you hold inside,   Your voice, your shadow, your unpolished pride. Never let fear hush the thunder in your chest — Speak storms of truth, though silence might seem best.   Tongues will wag like branches in the wind,   But roots run deeper when they don’t pretend. Most trade their colors for another’s hue, They wear borrowed skins to seem brand new.   Yet stand apart — like a lone tree crowned in flame,   Unafraid to bear your honest name. You need not twist your soul to be untrue — Be your own sky, be your sun and morning dew.   For it’s enough — this flawed and fearless star —   To live unmasked, to be just who you are.
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Jun 30, 2025
Jun 30, 2025 at 12:53 AM UTC
The Sky you are
The passing skies, the passing breeze. The swallow lies, the hollow trees. The watch of time, above the chime. I watch it began, I watch it end. A marble there, rolling flair. Things stop, things go. It hops, it will glow. You see closer, you see thin. No closure, no end. See atom to atom, it’s growing thin. You see quark to quark, no end. It’s moving, the abyss. I grasp what isn’t, truly bliss. It grasps what is, It grasps to began. The small ticks of an atom scan. You know it is not real, for it is. You see again, you see then. Time changes, what stops? The rages, the pops. You look, a broken glass. You’ll never find, what no one’s asks. Think again, what is. That can, shall end.
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Apr 12, 2025
Apr 12, 2025 at 4:24 AM UTC
The Man that Ended Time
I wake up and feel death in the room, sitting and waiting-- the day-owl that hoots when the sun blazes to every corner of my mind, taking away my senses so that time passes, circling back around itself, as the cold serpent taking over my body and saving my head for last. Beast nature bellows a fit out of me, my cold hands throwing objects in reach and the screaming pierces through my heated brain with smooth, sharp talons until I wake up with a face over me. Not an angel, but not a demon because the eyes have goodness spinning in them-- like a light swaying over above, telling me to follow it. I do, across cold plains where dark things curl up and hide against their own hell, for evil has fear of itself. Across smooth ground that lets me fly until I am at rest with a slow heart that thumps too hard for every conviction it cannot say to those that swirled inside.
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Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 6:37 PM UTC
Scarlatina (revised)