#portals
I begin to understand
why ghosts linger in portals,
old houses filled with mirrors,
their shadows
the only proof they remain.
I think
I am one of them.
Walking through familiar rooms,
yet never fully there,
chained to reflections,
a face I keep comparing
until it no longer feels like mine.
Perhaps I slipped through quietly,
when the walls grew too tight.
Now I look out
the way they do;
measuring,
weighing,
searching for something
that feels like enough.
But whether I stay here
or step into their world,
it is the same,
I am still
a ghost
endlessly weighing.
Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 4:40 AM UTC
death is life, is death, is life, is death, is life is-
they're carving my name in the grave a gain
the flowers are fresh and their faces wet
my body has died but I'm still alive
look over your shoulders I'm back from the dead!
I fear I wont live to see the world tomorrow,
someone tell me if this is hell.
I have to escape this void there is no other choice.
Trying to turn off the voices the void ate me .
Leeches surrounded, my conscience is throbbing.
I cant sleep at night I hold my pillows tight.
Caught in the rivers of the tears that I cried.
Bountiful harvest they flock to my garden-
push their way inside I go run and hide.
I used all my words for a quick game-
blew it all before you won.
I speak in cursive, I'm poignant, assertive-
there's musical chairs in my teeth.
Poke me to battle I'll jump on the saddle.
I'll smile as you fall to your feet.
And they talk without thinking, they bark while they're shaking-
with teeth that are round and dull.
And they yell while they're chasing-
while I'm steady pacing,
my syllables hit the floor!
Ribbons tied around like a noose-
wonder if I'll ever get loose.
I don't want to bruise for you-
holding back my words until my face is blue.
I don't really care about your crew-
you can tell them what you wanted to!
bones are crushing-
bodies touching-
blood is pumping-
feeling nothing-
I will not suffer,
cry under covers.
Damaged oddity bought by Sotheby's-
auctioned to the selfish man who thinks that he's the prophecy.
I'm hauling an outdated shell help me let go!
The walls around me are so close-
caving in.
Some of the friends that I thought were forever,
I now want to severe the ties.
The seats have been spotted I'm no longer doubting-
I think its finally time.
Pluto destroy me, **** me off slowly.
I'll bathe in my ashes and rise like a phoenix.
Show me who I am becoming.
Show me the demons I'm hiding.
I'm turning to expired roots-
help me move on!
There's nothing in this tired town for me no more.
What was once a home is a hell I cant imagine.
So send me out packing it up.
Everything is blurry I don't want to worry.
The pain from this growing is rough-
pluto destroy me **** me off slowly.
I'll bathe in my ashes and rise like a phoenix!
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 2:53 AM UTC
Art is one portal of a canvas
that grants man a chance to glimpse
through its window into another
reality, possibility, absurdity
forged by the creativity
of another human mind,
anothers blazing passion
or twisted interpretation of the world.
Aug 8, 2021
Aug 8, 2021 at 3:01 PM UTC
the mouth of the wide vortex is in esse,
made of the same atoms as flowers and
oceans, organs and soundwaves, it demands
physics, laws, follows them with faithfulness
just like one of us. nothing more nor less
is it, no great power does it command:
in disbelief we shoot it from our land
back to its ‘place’, no boundaries transgressed.
how could we believe in those new places
viewed from the jaws of the living threshold?
that it’s all like our home, all vast and old
and developed. if we just go into space,
the secrets we long for would then unfold.
with care, accept the vortex’s embrace.
Feb 6, 2021
Feb 6, 2021 at 10:37 AM UTC
I believed I was an immortal
Until you began opening portals
To the future and the past
To the needle and the flask
Portals that warp my mind
Like space and time
Until I dematerialize
From the appearance of lies
This portal I must climb back through
When all the lies have become true
Like when they said portals couldn't be climbed
For there are no ledges
Only pledges
Of a hatred death wish
That leaves me breathless
The portals had to be sealed
You became my quantum mechanic
The tires of the DeLorean squealed
As we abandoned my stationary driveway
And started rectifying my past
By driving forward
The portals' gravitational pull was lifted
And I could walk again
A pedestrian in paradise
Until you teleport into the rain
And I teleport into my brain
Becoming a prisoner
To thoughts that travel at the speed of light
And create a beautiful spectrum in the mirror you presented to me
I fear the day you shatter our light barrier
You'll see you're more mature
And fly away like a jet that's harrier
Because once you can see my thoughts
You'll sell all the stock you bought
You'll see I'm merely mortal
And you'll open new portals
Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 1:51 PM UTC
Glistening
through crowds of chaos
the room became still
as you pulled me through
into your universe
close
without having to be near
your eyes like portals
guiding me to serenity.
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 12:52 PM UTC
Reflections stare back,
Creating reflections in the minds eye.
Portals to other dimensions,
Fragments of alternate realities.
Waiting for consciousness to expand,
Unknown into existence.
What is; to beautiful miracles.
All that is; is pure energy.
PURE LOVE.
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 8:58 AM UTC