#ominous
Shadows bounce as the candle flickers.
No one is safe at night.
Trees stand guard, warning outsiders:
Beware of those who claim they are right.
Death, silence, and consequences come with light.
Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 12:24 PM UTC
Angel of anguish, take this from me.
your feathers brush away my sins,
but your talons carve my guilt into my chest.
sweet Angel, carry me to oblivion,
rest your head in the lake of inaction,
tasting wordless pleas.
eyes, eyes, they say they never lie.
but you have none, only an empty promise lay in your skull.
Mar 28, 2025
Mar 28, 2025 at 8:43 PM UTC
drop of blood in fire,
trickles down the flame - loyal;
the covenant smirks.
Jan 7, 2025
Jan 7, 2025 at 11:32 PM UTC
Darkness made clearer
By the accretion disk of a collapsed star
Gravity is a force that binds us now:
Defining how strong we are
In our weakness we could not resist
Compelled towards a rift in the sky
distorting reality
A monstrosity not even light can escape
The irony being that we can assuredly
See our fate
Time slowed down as we neared it
soon it simply froze
We sailed past the event horizon
-onward toward a secret that through fear:
not even time is willing to expose
The nose of our vessel ripped apart
Ejecting us from the safety of our ship,
"The Noah's ark"
Unable to atone for the embryos aboard
we had lost
we drifted alone,
Together,
in the dark
rushing head first
towards the heart of oblivion
The mission escaped from our mind
as tidal forces began spaghettifying our skin
This wasn't the first time
A few seconds felt like
They would never end
Our destiny swallowed
by a black hole in outer space
Consuming our only hope
to restart the human race
Yet in this place I feel peace
we are shown a secret
that no man should ever see
Right before I desist
Collapsing Into that eternal nascent sleep
Something from beyond the singularity,
speaks...
I close my eyes.
"Such sweet release."
Oct 31, 2022
Oct 31, 2022 at 6:45 PM UTC
Ever green the blue grass grows
Sitting now on jester hill
Nonsense spins to nonsense new
And only if she ever knew
Colors pop and fade again
And soon the willow wind blows blue
Sit 'neath the leaning tree that weeps
Follow then the hummingbird
Onward, step with grace and care
Ignore the cat that cannot blink
He cries to a moon that died
Its last breaths drawn in later months
Rest now but do not lay to long
Get up again when the crow has come
If still you lie when the sun is up
Only your bones will remain
May 26, 2021
May 26, 2021 at 9:17 PM UTC
The creaking boards, leading to the endless fog
The smell of salt
The crack of the waves, seem like a distant memory
The only noise comes from the boards and the birds
The smoke, white as snow, consumes me as I near the end of the peer
I could only stand and stare
Apr 7, 2021
Apr 7, 2021 at 4:43 PM UTC
And I know you don't want another friend,
Said you weren't fuckin' with my guys again,
And now you're all up on me it's all lies ye,
But it don't bother me cause you're all mine ye...
(x2)
It's taken so long just to have you on my own,
So won't you come here to the side,
Ye I'll talk it up but **** it times runnin' out,
So I'll have to give it up ye...
We-both-know we'll fall in love,
I catch you in your eye,
You've been on it so long,
Got me feelin' so high,
Got me feelin' so whole,
Girl you stole my heart,
Bet you wanna go low cause...
And I know you don't want another friend,
Said you weren't fuckin' with my guys again,
And now you're all up on me it's all lies ye,
But it don't bother me cause you're all mine ye...
Mar 4, 2021
Mar 4, 2021 at 5:35 AM UTC
She liked sweatpants, just like her mother did
She wore them her whole life
She told him how much she hated when people tried taking them
They always tried stealing them
He stained the sweatpants though
Her favorite sweatpants
The one she waited months for to get
She tried not to think much of it
Then he stole her sweatpants
She didn't get why
She made it so clear of how much she disliked when people did that
But he did it anyways
Why couldn't he ask?
It was just a simple question
It was what she held on to the most
He took it away
She misses those sweatpants
She misses how it felt when she did have them
Her favorite sweatpants she wore her whole life was gone forever
And there was nothing she could do to get it back
Nov 29, 2020
Nov 29, 2020 at 2:48 AM UTC
Is that danger in the distance?
Or do my eyes deceive?
****
Like dark clouds
gathering above mountains.
Like how the young see their futures.
(Though it's not like the world hasn't been ending
this entire time.
In billions of years the sun will explode.
In hundreds, our planet will be just dust and stone,
and the bones of industry.
And at my rate
I'll self-destruct by sixty years of age.
But) what is this thing that sticks and stings
and irks
like a mirage?
Not the flavor of fingers dipped in deliciousness.
Not the freshness of a newborn babe.
Not the scent of flowers.
Not feet in a hot bath.
Not fumbling a lovers face,
frolicking through foxglove fields,
flitting a fiery frevo,
finishing first.
No,
none of that.
It's not a thing,
but a feeling.
Fear
Fear
Fear
And it sticks and stings
and irks,
like a mirage.
-
by Aleksander Mielnikow | Alek the Poet
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 4:42 AM UTC
Not all light has a source. Some streets travel
in freight cars city to city to be
extra-urbanistically unravelled,
oppidan rugs unrolled for you and me,
Only upon close inspection we see
that the perspective lines fail to meet,
A top shadow has spilled. Tread carefully,
Although a flag blows, the street is empty,
What lives in all these abandoned buildings?
you may ask but no one will answer. I
wander here searching for who pulls the strings
of this, our cleverly falsified world,
But quick look now how the light breaks the rules,
They already roll up the street—the fools!
Oct 3, 2020
Oct 3, 2020 at 11:28 AM UTC
How can this be
"Happy birthday" to me
When anxiety and fear
Has been so near
And now finally upon me?
It feels as though there is something to flee
But what, I know not
Possibly just a passing thought
That this day was so ominous
The potential for darkness
But all that lingers is confusion
Were my anxieties but an illusion?
Wishes to me from those around
But I can only hear one sound
A heartbeat
Then the patter of feet
Upon the hardwood floor
A knocking at the door
"Happy birthday to you!"
Everywhere I turn
But it's anything but-
It feels as though I'm being suffocated
Drowned out and forced down
Into a seat
In front of a small burning heat
Just to listen to them sing
While I sweat a ring
Then extinguish it
Have a bit
Of the sweet below it
Smile for the camera
Watch them as they smother you
Tell you what to say and do
Some say the
Best things come in time
Say a little rhyme
Until the day comes to an end.
- Jay M
May 7th, 2020
May 7, 2020
May 7, 2020 at 1:53 PM UTC
You feel the burning within, no?
The festering of your morality?
There is nothing so infinitesimal as the meaning of your existence.
But don’t despair, child.
Fear is a construct of your own mind.
Will you conquer it? Or will you die like a dog?
Better to leave this world covered in blood than in tears.
Smear your shame on a canvas and call it art
When we all know that you cannot capitalize on your suffering
But I ask, do not stop
Watching you walk the fine line between reason and madness is tantalizing
I know you hate me, love.
I can feel your anger seethe from your body and ooze out of every pore.
Your mind rots from the fermenting emotions inside.
You want to carve me open.
Watch wine spill on the floor, coating everything in a sickly shade of red.
Shatter the glasses and pierce your skin
Blood is so bright, a stark contrast to the black and white nature of our vision
Splatter the walls in red, just to have something organic decorating your walls
Show the world the artist you are
Paint your face in your medium
Pick up your brush
Tears in your eyes, blurring your view
Can you finish the task?
Will you survive outside of this world?
Can you escape your own decay?
But it is getting late.
The sun is setting on many things, and you don’t have much time.
You cannot **** me in any way that matters, so stop trying.
I will always be with you.
A guide. Mapping the void for you.
So do not fret, dear.
Your soul will be dealt with the hour is right.
No god can save you from the fate I have in store for you.
Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 2:43 PM UTC
The rain keeps falling
As dry as a drought.
“ *Rain drops heavier than water,
When it’s laden with doubt.* “
He said,
“ *The ground simply can’t hold it
… So it must go without.* “
*” You’ve never known water to stain,
But you’ve never felt this kind of rain.
It’s thicker than your skin.
It stains your clothes and what’s within.
It sounds like hammers as it pounds -
And yet, the ground won’t let it in.
So it flows like a river that only gets bigger;
It runs like a force that knows no remorse.
Despite endless efforts to stop it -
It still runs like a faucet…
With nowhere to drain. "*
But if the ground holds no plants, is the water so vital?
Is the rain’s sole purpose this lifeless recital?
The ground stays so strong.
It holds fast, like pure stone
But can one stay so long when one’s so alone?
When one is forced to move,
Will the ground or the rain?
And when the first one has gone,
Will the other remain?
For now, they coexist,
Each facing a challenge it can’t resist -
Both unstoppable and immovable,
They hopelessly persist.
As complements, they combine
With the product of a flood.
But the water that’s collecting
Has the consistency of blood.
There’s a heart behind this water.
It pulses, instead of flowing.
So you turn to the only man you know,
for parting words with danger growing.
And he says, as you leave:
“ *I wish you luck where you are going.
My son, you’ve only seen the rain . . .
. . . The winds are not yet blowing*.
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 1:43 AM UTC
There is something
so ominous
about
her iridescence.
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 9:17 PM UTC
It's late
Or early
Depending on
Your perspective
Not doing great
A little too lonely
Reflecting on
My prerogative
Tranquility
Eluding
Me
Serenity
Exuding
See?
I'm a comet
Falling from the stars
But the ground is far
I'm coming in hot
This impact is going to be hard
Boom
Splat
Oh
What?
A little too dark?
Some times I can't believe
The **** that happens to me
The more I get hurt
The funnier it becomes
This hilarity
It's scaring me
I can't tell if this is real
I'm not sure
But I think.....
.....
I think I'm forgetting how to feel.
Aug 14, 2019
Aug 14, 2019 at 4:41 AM UTC
You know
It's rare
When I feel like
I like myself
Because every time
I get excited
I get shot down
Crash and burn
And once again
Sadness ignited
You know
It's sad
To think so highly of myself
Only to be told
No
You're not good enough
You're too nice
Too mean
To distant
To clingy
So quiet
But oh so annoying
It's rough
You know
It's not easy
Having these conflicts
Deep inside
They never subside
Knowing what I want to say
But also knowing
I have no right to speak
But in my mind
I just can't hide
From you
You know
Your presence alone
Can lift me up
Out of this prison
In which I lock myself
Of course this is something
I can't tell you at present
So I suffer silently
So sure I was
Of this serendipity
I was wrong
Now an epitome
Of stupidity
I close my lips
You know
I don't know
What the future holds
I've spent so much time
On my own
My heart is screaming
For someone to hold
But alas
It seems I'll always be alone...
Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 3:59 AM UTC
he's the ominous boy I barely know
bright blue eyes
messy hair
never smiling
he's always just there
been hurt far too many times to count
does drugs to mask the pain
is it working though?
do you finally feel happy?
is killing your body fixing your soul?
May 20, 2019
May 20, 2019 at 9:29 PM UTC
Ominous silence!
All clocks chime in unison,
Silence recoils quick
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 1:09 PM UTC
Some times I wonder
Some times I think
Some times I ponder
Am I on the brink?
It seems so simple
But is it really?
A heart is delicate
And mines the epitome
It's barely holding together
In a messed up jury rigged state
Made presentable
With safety pins
And a lot of tape
When ever I start to feel
The way she makes me
I think is this real?
'cause it feels like a dream
I want to know
What makes her tick
I want to know
What makes her sick
Somebody better check me
Quick
I'm catching feels
And I can't catch my breath
My heart thumps
And I reel
Feeling feathery
Frightfully fearing
While furiously fighting
Figuratively of course....
This finesse at finding
Fiery finality
Kind of makes me hesitate
So commiserate
Emancipate
And resuscitate
Let's conversate
And enjoy the ride
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 8:28 PM UTC