#resignation
NO— a scream silenced.
Trembling, tears flowing, a girl stands—
amidst similar screams of people.
Arms hugging herself,
her legs dragging her body out.
The street light reflecting on her,
like a star that has reached—
its end.
Ashen birds land on her shoulder,
like a sturdy branch she stands.
I feel nothing but experienced everything—
with her
What was I?
From her lips curling,
until her eyes let out an ocean—
I watched everything.
Inseparable from her, yet also not—
noticed.
I was there always, yet not taken seriously.
Why? Why do I feel this rage?
Am I not just her—
shadow
that she will never turn to see.
Raziel Vale
Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 1:10 PM UTC
Within the darkness there's light.
Within the light there's shadows.
When someone smiles, they cried once.
When she laughs, the coldness in my chest restricts around my heart even harder.
I don't know how to make it right.
I can't pretend to understand the real workings of fate.
What is it that makes this feel so dark, deep, cold and lonely.
I don't pretend to understand.
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 10:13 PM UTC
I don’t get it
I don’t get it at all
What is so great about life?
Sure, love
but also, cavities.
Of-course success,
but also struggles.
If it's all down to numbers
more cavities than love
more struggles than successes
and worst of the lot,
Dinners
ALONE
at midnight
heated in the microwave
unevenly;
a mouthful of cold chicken
with scolding hot rice.
What is really the big deal
if one word is erased
from a dictionary full of words
and what is so sacred
about any of this
if gods aren’t here
within us
or without.
Sure, friends
but also, hangovers.
of-course Mangoes,
but also, Waiting rooms
and in my experience
more hangovers than friends
more waiting rooms than mangoes.
If there really are others
I wish I could have met you
So, we could have understood each other
and what all of this means
but more silence than music
more solitude than solace.
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 8:20 AM UTC
Never smelled a love,
Not even from a thousand yards.
I hid it in the quiet part of me,
ashamed to see it on a paper,
yet I barely feel any guilt at all.
The sun is nearly gone,
and only the cold moon stays with me.
Not angry, not happy, not surprised—
just one long, numb face I can’t quite fix.
Here comes the wounded owl,
and the long, dull night waits for my surrender.
Nov 29, 2025
Nov 29, 2025 at 12:32 PM UTC
He moves through the world quietly,
learning to carry weight on his own.
Some doors were closed, some never existed,
and some he couldn’t keep knocking on.
Some moments slip through his hands,
others arrive late, much later than he hoped.
Shadows of him grow taller every year,
making the room too dark to speak.
No maps, no signals — just the road,
and a tired choice to keep moving anyway.
Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025 at 2:05 AM UTC
my boss asked me
to have a coffee chat
with the new girl.
talked about goals,
progression,
settling in —
it was the kind
that made me proud
for having
such a great team.
two hours later,
she quit.
Sep 28, 2025
Sep 28, 2025 at 1:50 PM UTC
I have returned all that I borrowed—
the dreams,the heat, the light.
I face a narrow,stark tomorrow,
and welcome the coming night.
I drew a line around my name,
a border with no gate.
Inside,the rules are not the same:
there is no love,no hate.
I wonder—
if you reached out your hand to me,
would it find anything?
Or pass through where I used to be,
a ghost on winter's wing?
Sep 19, 2025
Sep 19, 2025 at 11:07 AM UTC
Just like ****** predicted
The Jews are genocide anyone who disagrees
Netanyahu must resign
Isreal must fall
This isn't about race
Its about morals
Faith
And dignity
If the prime minister doesnt accept defeat
All Christians of honor
Will take to the streets
Unite for 1 cause
And stand together
This regime must fall
1 man or religion should not control the banks
Should not get others involved in proxy wars
And starve innocent women and children
How dare you jews
How dare you
You woke a sleeping giant
As a pure blood Aryan
Not racially
But statistically
Jerusalem your time has come
To bring peace back to the holy lands thru strength and honor
Not by the hands of a rocket or gun
I give you 1 month to apologize
Pull out all your troops
And eradicate this hate
For what you define as Terror
You are the terrorists
Get a grip on reality
As king earth
I hold the power to dismantle you
And in God's name I will
Not from hate
But from caring for others well being
Health
And safety and security globally
You have shown since world war 2
Nothing has changed even after my people saved you from speaking German right now
Fix this **** before I do
Or else...
Sep 13, 2025
Sep 13, 2025 at 12:40 PM UTC
I, I’ve,
I, I’ve—
I’ve dug a grave
Deep into the ground
Filled with hail and rain
And foul
Words that burrow
Further
Than any other
Worm
Than any other
Word
Painted portraits
Contorted faces
They’re laced
With malice
And filled
With hatred
The pictures of the
Dead
They stare
Straight ahead
No goal
In mind
No destination
In sight
When they give their
Final bow
How’s the world to
Spin around
When the weight befalls
A fallen tapestry
Without a sound
Every step you take
Is disturbance
And breaking of the
Silence
The wake
That resides
With
The fallen,
The silent,
The gone.
Sep 13, 2025
Sep 13, 2025 at 4:48 AM UTC
Another day has folded its wings
Yielding graciously to the night;
And somewhere out there Love is hiding,
While lost hearts seek their guiding light
I've seen dark nights when clouds drape the moon
And celestial orbs dim their light,
And yet there's no darkness that equals
The void when Love's hidden from sight
Love enjoys playing this merciless game,
(Of course, I can only surmise)
But Love remains mute when I beckon,
And deaf to my heart's wistful cries
Ah, but with what mastery it moves,
Taunting hearts, leading them astray;
Much like that vile serpent of Eden,
Love teases, then slithers away
Defeated we confront the folly
Of our efforts as day unwinds;
Sadly, Love's pranks can prove fatal for
The heart that seeks, but never finds
Love is an alluring game of chance
That hides behind its dubious schemes;
As for the lovelorn, we must seek our bliss
In the secret confines of our dreams
Aug 24, 2025
Aug 24, 2025 at 7:12 PM UTC
🚪
Tell those latecomers,
they are too late.
No longer welcome.
The longing that once burned for them,
now sleeps in ashes they cannot revive.
Even beauty,
once able to undo me,
now passes by,
unseen,
untouched.
For what fails to arrive when it’s needed,
doesn’t arrive at all.
Excessive waiting takes its toll,
and the loss is permanent.
⌛️
Jun 5, 2025
Jun 5, 2025 at 11:44 AM UTC
You never raised your voice,
but you never listened, either.
I learned to smile
while shrinking quieter.
I gave and gave
until I bent,
and still you asked
where all the warmth went.
It’s not rage—
not fire, not storm.
Just the slow erosion
of keeping form.
Tiny cuts,
dismissed as small.
You said, “Don’t take it personal.”
I took it all.
Now I nod and pour your tea,
but something’s hollow in my chest.
You never broke me loudly—
you wore me out
like all the rest.
Jun 1, 2025
Jun 1, 2025 at 11:58 AM UTC
One more swell now motionless,
Realness from afar,
Drifting pointlessly,
Into a world of dubiety and falling stars.
The apprehension of letting go,
A fount of cognizance and angst,
With advents of dawn,
Seeing through the night, to no more be recast,
A future, said to reflect the age,
Alight, yet dimming anew,
Abaft the scud of clouds,
Burning itself out – the sun that never quite withdrew.
May 24, 2025
May 24, 2025 at 6:35 PM UTC
If I shot at a number line,
The chance of hitting it exactly would be 0,
Because a line made only of points has no width,
And points themselves have no size.
So it is impossible to pick a specific point.
So if I had, or did, shoot my shot,
I’d have no chance,
Because she is only his,
And he is hers.
So it is impossible to shoot my shot at her.
Apr 29, 2025
Apr 29, 2025 at 2:11 AM UTC
Another song for the Autumn...
A ditty for the pretty things that couldn't stay
Seems ******* silly not to smoke 'em all while ya got 'em.
Gotta find fine shoes
when you choose the run-away
Another song for the Autumn...
A ballad for the beauty that I couldn't frame.
Seems pretty stupid not to **** it all; what's not rotten.
But the world's grown tired of singing
And my throat's been beginning to get
real sore.
Shot our shots in the dark with some
feeling.
Felt sure that we missed,
but we don't know what we hit
A million pieces, unseen, and bare feet
on the hard, cold floor
Been pretty quiet all Winter.
It's blizzard after blizzard, hugged by static months.
Feels kinda funny keeping warm while all nature's freezing
Chatter teeth 'til they crack—
cracking bad jokes to no one
'til the sky stops teasing
me.
Been pretty quiet this Winter.
Been sliding over sidewalks, slugging static shots.
Feels sorta futile not to kiss it all long forgotten
But this throat's grown tired of singing
And the world's been beginning to go
stark deaf.
Still shoot my shots in the dark with a
feeling
Sure I'll only miss.
What would I do if it hit?
A ricocheted round and two feet
meet ground after theft.
I know I'll be nursing this one
for a while—
Lick the sour wound while the
daylight fades.
So hit the **** dimmer on your way
out the door.
I'll be fine in the gloam
'til you find your way home...
I'll be fine in the dark we
shot into.
Pour another one, sweets, in the
endless cup.
I'll be fine in the dim, with my
separated skin,
until the Springtime comes and I can
sew this ****** up.
Mar 23, 2025
Mar 23, 2025 at 5:41 PM UTC
I remember that grim spark in your eyes,
All the deep scars you'd disguise,
Those were all the scars I caused.
Hidden past of hate and cries,
And our future that I robbed.
I saw it even as we'd speak,
'Twas like you accepted defeat.
You tried to love me like before,
But we both knew it was deceit,
You couldn't love me anymore.
Even still, you tried your best
To forget of all the rest,
And be happy with what you had,
Even through all the unrest,
And all the times I made you sad.
Like a dream, we were together,
Nothing matters whatsoever!
It's like the first day that I met her.
But then why...
Do I feel this looming foreboding?
I knew my victory was fleeting,
That past patterns were repeating,
But I didn't know that day,
Was to be our last replay.
I'll never forget your smile,
Even though it was denial,
I still loved every second of it.
Please... Stay with me a while,
Don't leave me, just for a while...
I remember that hopeless light in your eyes,
You knew it was over, and your love dies,
I knew I was approaching my demise.
I couldn't stop it even if I tried.
Now it's my turn to cry.
You're gone now,
And you are happy.
I'm grateful for
How much you loved me.
Goodbye now to you, to our love,
And to the last day you loved me.
Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 4:38 AM UTC
The darkness is coming,
You know this all too well.
You can see the drowning sun
Feel the breath of the icy wind
As the night stretches its claws across the sky
The darkness is coming.
And there's nothing you can do
But watch as the last rays of light shatter
And your fragile hope flickers,
Fading into ash.
The darkness is coming
You wait with dread
As ink bleeds into the sky,
And shadows crawl from the cracks
To dance upon your fears.
The darkness is coming
You fight for your life
But the shadows coil around your lungs,
Dragging you down,
Where your screams are swallowed whole.
The darkness is coming
And you almost welcome it,
Letting it pull you under,
Where broken dreams and forgotten prayers
Linger in the void.
The darkness is coming.
So you surrender,
Eyes closed,
Heart still beating—
Waiting for whatever comes next.
Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 3:21 AM UTC
Time drags its rusted teeth through the hours, carving paths I cannot follow.
Four years of severed threads, of reaching through fractures
where hands do not meet, where silence swallows what should have been.
You were small when I last held you, a weight I could carry, a warmth that fit inside my ribs.
Now you rise beyond the edges of my sight, a fire flickering in a room I cannot enter, a voice carried by winds that never return.
The world is made of locks, of distances built like cathedrals to the absent.
I have screamed at stone, at glass, at paper, at laws that wear no faces, at names that do not bleed.
I have torn at the seams of waiting, but limbo does not break"
it only watches.
Still, I dream in hunger, in fractures of light.
A moment where your name is more than a ghost in my mouth, where your laughter does not stretch through wires, through time, through static.
One day, I will stand beside you, not as a flicker, not as a whisper, but as something real, something whole.
Until then, I build futures in the dark, lay bricks in rooms I have never seen, sculpt a life that may never know me.
No force can break what is already broken.
No distance can erase what is already fading.
Feb 22, 2025
Feb 22, 2025 at 10:04 PM UTC
I drink when I awaken;
I drink until I sleep.
I drink for what I
should forget,
And drink for what
I'll keep.
I drink for all that I
Have lost;
I drink for what I've
Found.
I drink when all my
Friends are here,
And when they aren't
Around.
On every morn',
I have a drink,
To rouse me from
My bed,
And every night
I drink to sleep
When I lay down
My head.
I drink when life
Comes over me;
And when I wish
For death.
I drink because
The 'sober' me
Deserves to not
Draw breath.
I drink when I feel
Happy;
And drink when I'm
Depressed.
And drink to calm my
Racing thoughts;
Allow my mind
A breath.
I've drank for over
Twenty years;
They haven't been
The best...
I'll drink for long as
I am here,
And drink until my death.
Feb 12, 2025
Feb 12, 2025 at 11:51 PM UTC
Everything happens the way that it should
[sometimes you just have to wait a bit to see,
but even bad can be good
if you give it room to breathe.
There's nowhere to look but directly at it,
and to face what's come be.]
It could not have happened any other way, because it happened the way that it did.
{You are who you are - and you did what you did - and you're the only place you can be; this the only life you live. There is no other you to compare yourself too. They are a figment. They do not exist.}
So you are where you are until you change something, kid. It is what it is. You get what you get, and you get what you give.
(You want it different? Do it differently; otherwise, take it all for what it is: and either change what you need to change, or quit your ******** and settle in. There's Nothing to do about what you did. The choices made are set in stone, forgive yourself and start to dig.)
Feb 1, 2025
Feb 1, 2025 at 5:38 AM UTC