#seven
Seven minutes left—
you feel it before you understand it.
Something in your chest goes wrong,
like a switch that won’t flip back.
Six minutes—
your breath turns thin and uneven.
Air comes in pieces.
You try to fix it. You can’t.
Five minutes—
panic sets in hard.
Your heart hammers like it’s trying to escape.
You think of calling someone,
but your hands won’t listen.
Four minutes—
your body is louder than your thoughts now.
Pain, pressure, heat—
all of it piling up at once.
You realize this is actually happening.
Three minutes—
you don’t think about your whole life.
Just flashes—
a face, a voice,
something you should’ve said.
Two minutes—
your strength leaves fast.
The room feels far away.
You’re still here,
but barely holding on.
One minute—
you stop fighting as hard.
Not by choice.
You just can’t keep it up.
Then—
nothing heroic, nothing poetic.
Just a final breath
that doesn’t come back.
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 4:21 PM UTC
I know I'm not a saint -
I know I am not a "saint"
but if you'll lend me an ear
I'll be right to the point, and I'll be mighty clear
these are just some petty wishes, you don't have to really listen
-
I wish you had sent down a rope, at-another-length-
this floor lay uneven, with divots and dents
I'm diggen my heels in deep, I'm trying to do my best
I am in deep trouble
If I had a chance I would get down and
grovel
and-
I'd pray, each and every day. "OH God, why'd you go through-the-trouble" "Of making my path so winded-and-vague"
I'm stuck in a little bubble{feeling crazed} no other place to roam
I'm having a lot of trouble, trying to hear the phone, when will I ever-leave this safe zone?
Why, did you even send a rope
not even long enough to tie around my throat- but just enough to catch a **** goat
I've seen in my dreams
others with devilish schemes
yet it's so easy for them
when will my time come
for me to be
"Happy Again"
How
Can "I" climb to --------- "heaven"
with only -----------------------------}
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Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 8:47 PM UTC
Go tap tap tap,
No peace, no quiet,
no afternoon nap.
My grandchildren
tiny hurricanes
Storming my house,
shaking my brains.
They take a lot,
I cannot deny:
My time, my energy…
my wallet runs dry.
My shoes disappear without a trace.
I find them later in a flower vase.
The oldest one,
the bossy king,
Nearly seven,
knows everything.
Words come out a little rude,
But hey leadership needs attitude.
The others copy every sound,
A naughty chorus spinning round.
They shout one word,
then shout it twice
My living room becomes Miami Vice.
Still,
I watch them run and fight,
And laugh until I lose my sight.
Life moves fast
kids grow quick
One minute angels,
next minute chaos thick.
So let them jump,
and scream, and play
It’s cheaper than a gym anyway.
Seven little feet, wild and sweet…
And somehow still stepping on my feet.
Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025 at 1:32 AM UTC
At dawn, take a spoonful of truth
and place it upon your tongue.
Let it melt slowly,
like a confession you’ve carried too long.
Whisper to the waking light:
“I was not destroyed by love…
I simply wandered blind,
a foolish heart,
an *** stumbling through its own shadows.”
Let the words fall into your chest,
echoing softly between your ribs.
For seven mornings,
speak no elegies,
summon no ghosts of “why” or “where did they go?”
Leave the sorrow un-fed,
leave the past un-watered.
Instead, smile at your own missteps
and say with a humble grace:
*** I was
but wiser I rise.”
And when the seventh sun climbs the sky,
you’ll feel a loosening
a quiet lightness in the places that once ached,
a sharper clarity in the mind,
a dignity returning on gentle footsteps,
while your ego smolders like incense
from a lesson well learned.
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 11:20 PM UTC
Simpler times
Harvest profound rhymes
How can two hands hold so much power?
Mirrors, smoke and ballet shoes
The seven dancers along the sphere of light cross the complexity
Interlinking fingers to Time’s command
I saw the sun sinking below the ocean
In a train carriage filled with strangers
Bowing out of the sky and into the orchestra
Parallel to all good things in the universe
Fusion, fission and expectations
An explosion of dark matter slams into the sphere of light
Neutralise, synthesise, form again
No one can fathom what happens to the sun
At the intersection of vibrating air
Silver and clandestine in someone else’s clothes
Liberated from insane occupation
She’ll live the life of the nighttime skyline, if only fleeting
It’s an analogue love for her
No one else can hear the static and clinking glasses
Masquerade in thick black ice
The seven dancers frozen in completion
Time wavers and the spell is broken
Jagged between the discrepancy in the mellow
It makes the beat louder
Soaring higher and higher, elevation to perfection
And it is smooth once more with the needle fixed
The seven dancers retreat at the curtain call
Who can really know what comes next
A fading farewell or a sonic boom
Trapped in the chaos of two thousand unblinking lights
And falling tears flooding an ivory chessboard
In time the sun will depart for the horizon
The dream will die, and the sphere of light will shatter
Until tomorrow, she’ll live again
Oct 17, 2025
Oct 17, 2025 at 5:14 AM UTC
The fourth day, the sun shines, a shadow of unseen Light
Of light and dark, day and night, revealed and yet hidden
That oceans are opaque and deepest earth yet hides
And know that eyes deceives and fear is wisdom
The fourth day, of mercy, now, and judgement to come
Adam lived, evenings and mornings, mercy daily recalled
Longsuffering for the oppressed and patience for their oppressors
A clarion call, of atonement and fulfillment, of now and not yet
The fourth day, time, times, and half a time, middle of seven
As seven is the middle of twelve, which is a hidden seven
Revealing Creation days and Natural days, wheel within wheel
As sun and moon, with same light, mark days in days
The fourth day, of revelation, of foreshadows and foreshadowings
Of mutual witnesses twice repeated, a fourfold symmetry
Of four horns and craftsmen, of four Jerusalems and Armageddons
Three have passed, and the last to echo the beginning
Sep 28, 2025
Sep 28, 2025 at 10:46 AM UTC
Ambiguity
Seven Times
Maybe one and two
Or many verbal words
Scatter our grasp
For sense and meaning
A puzzle thrown
In the Air here and there.
Here these words
Are pieces unconnected
Even as the word, THE,
Can take us to "the" beach
Or to " the" room
What you bring can
And Might
Be your rescue. Maybe.
You are here.
In the dark or light
Where one can't be defined
Without the other
Just as the meaning of you
Lives never in just one place
But resolved
Simultaneously ambiguous
This is your beauty.
Jun 9, 2025
Jun 9, 2025 at 2:15 PM UTC
I can't wait for spring
when its officially mine
flower fields in my mind
lets lay down
bathe in the sun
seven playing in the background...
beautiful
so he calls me
take a look in the mirror
has he seen his face?
has he seen his soul?
oh the potential of us together
he's something new
just like the springtime
everything comes back to life
makes everything new again
what more can I explain
he is spring
Apr 14, 2025
Apr 14, 2025 at 10:39 PM UTC
Freedom
is
attainable
when there are mutual
consent
just like the multitudes
were fed.
Nov 7, 2024
Nov 7, 2024 at 4:52 PM UTC
Enshrouded by youth, the chorus became eclipsed,
And echoes enveloped seven heads of the Six.
Repeated without the veil of truth, six became eight,
Divided, corresponding with the Evangelical Fruit.
Subsequently, nine became seven and seven became nine
As the subtraction of three from four equalled six.
Separations of the fourteenth whole coordinated,
Containing remnants of the fifth,
Creating eighty-four marriages
Of the Sevenfold Betwixt.
Suffice to say, two preceded one,
Followed by the Heavenly Body.
Jun 26, 2024
Jun 26, 2024 at 6:01 AM UTC
There are seven eyes of understanding
some people in life are so commanding
but the divine wisdom behind them all
is to rise up in knowledge and not fall.
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Just as there are seven planes of consciousness - seven spiritual states - so also are there seven states of understanding. It is always seven. The number seven is the divine number. The seven understandings are:
Eye of Instinct: governs the animal world which includes insects, fish, amphibians, reptiles, birds and mammals.
Eye of Intellect: rules most of the common human realm of existence.
Eye of Inspiration: is for those human souls whose feelings are developed like poets and artists and other creative people.
Eye of Intuition: is for those advanced human souls who have conscious visions and understanding true to the point. What you understand by intuition is always true. What you understand by intellect is sometimes true and sometimes not.
Eye of Insight: human souls on the fourth and fifth plane have insight; their understanding is direct, without thinking with the mind.
Eye of Illumination: means seeing God as he is and is experienced by those human souls who see the Light of God inside and outside of their mind. The understanding is divine.
Eye of Integration or Realization: this is the merging, becoming and understanding of oneself as God (the I am God state – Nirvikalpa Samadhi).
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Jul 23, 2023
Jul 23, 2023 at 1:28 AM UTC
‘twas the Hour of The Raven,
Scolding at the Seven Seas,
Humidity can’t be seen
As the sun whirled
Its final twirl.
A flock of pigeons stand by Midnight’s Trolley Trail.
I am my own eye,
Staring at taught veils
'tween cotton gaits.
The clouds are no more,
Spirits remained encaged in rose sepultures,
A transformation so chaotic, they cackle at their false fear.
MY BLURRINESS SEEMS TO BURN
STEADY. ready,
For what to behold.
I have left Universe to relay ,
As the subtle sun one did in its day.
I am left
To react.
React to what?
React to wee? React,
to relationships, React,
to their degree of nobility,
So fruitful, so radical in concept indeed.
Of all these perspectives
I am one.
One paper, one tree cut for endless possibilities.
The treasure remains underneath,
Where I weep
In the deep,
In the deep.
There is nothing to find,
And that made all the difference.
'twas the Hour of The Raven,
Scolding at the Seven Seas.
Jun 14, 2022
Jun 14, 2022 at 4:08 PM UTC
Friends, foes
and
septagons
please
afford me a word
this is the truth
yet to others
absurd
As
Freedom owns no skin
Freedom owns no land
Share!!!
this simple message
with the racist
dimension
on the oval called the third.
Apr 8, 2022
Apr 8, 2022 at 12:56 PM UTC
Day number seven:
Still looking for
Easy gratifications;
These words came to mind
Spontaneously;
I wrote them down.
Am I to elaborate
On what I am yet to know?
Mar 21, 2022
Mar 21, 2022 at 9:50 PM UTC
I honestly don’t think you deserve Heaven,
Neither do I…
As you fornicate with the seven,
I am chastised alone to cry…
Sobriety is a made up playground high,
God is some fun.
The Devil sees your love losing by,
For soon in time I will be done…
One by one the seven of lust will die too,
Leaving you dry…
What left of our lives tales told taboo,
No… we are not meant for the hellholes of so…
So lonely the soul never to you to know…
Feb 10, 2022
Feb 10, 2022 at 3:13 AM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, they say you watch your life's movie tape within seven minutes of death in a dream sequence--until then:>
missed like a petal snatched from a pollen
like fingertips awaying a piano's key in time stolen
like the crescent's dimmed half
like the rise of a dream and awoken stance
like a back's ache from a pen's hold and bled
like the burden on my wrist
and the heart's silenced beat in time twist
like when that will never be an again
for the seventh minute we meet in my brain so-----until then
------ravenfeels
Sep 18, 2021
Sep 18, 2021 at 7:42 AM UTC
As he grew he looked and desired,
others had more and he was tired.
Possession became his love and soul,
all those heaps could never fill the hole.
Glimpse the depts to find the cure.
We are here to Endure.
What did they do to deserve what they get?
His heart ached, he could never forget.
He wanted it more, he deserved much better.
He made his mind a filthy place to litter.
Pat your shoulder and reassure.
We are here to Endure.
Shunned by the universe,
he rose in a heroic verse.
Thought everyone else was bleak,
to himself did he lie and cheat.
Admit that you're insecure.
We are here to Endure.
He was hurt and he was blamed
he was never reclaimed.
At every turn he became aggressive.
Offended world would misconceive.
Repent, forgive and feel secure.
We are here to Endure.
Pressure drove him to frustration;
His yearning became his passion.
Disordered desire bind him in slavery.
Suffered he, in shame, sadness and misery.
Redirection is a manure.
We are here to Endure.
Low self esteem put him through hell,
disquiet apatite became his shell.
Departed away from the Divine.
Impoverishment and disgrace is a sign.
Abstinence will seize epicure.
We are here to Endure.
Failure left him without traction;
murmuring the songs of wishful imagination.
Dreams he sought are his anchor,
glued to the couch, he just hanker.
Without diligence you're immature.
We are here to Endure.
Jun 13, 2021
Jun 13, 2021 at 2:22 PM UTC
I see you standing across the lake of fire,
Your body caved in wire,
Your eyes are the colour of black sapphire,
The excess of your skin begins to peel,
Your teeth are the colour of molten steel,
My heart is squelched in your hand,
You stare at me with hedonism,
Your long tongue runs along my heart,
You quench for the thirst of my self-worth,
Your long nails stretch and twinge my arteries,
Feels like the blood boiling in my pancreas,
I fall to my knees and let out a harrowing scream,
Blood dripples down from my mouth,
My teeth begin to spill out relentlessly
My soul is inflamed by all your greed,
I force myself to get up and plea for my worth
You rupture into a lowering laugh,
Which punctures and disrupts the earth
A black desert storm erupts and crackles,
The dense grey clouds oozes and bellows,
Heaviness of dust grain fills the atmosphere,
Creating a wheeziness and tightness in my chest,
I try to escape from the feeling of desolation,
A sensation of electrocution shocks my neck down to my spine,
My brain shivers and flips as an electric shock hits again,
An odour of burnt flesh pollutes the atmosphere,
My skin fades into a texture of black charcoal,
Feeling debilitated,
I fold and recoil into myself on the cold desert floor,
A wave of emotional pain creeps over my body,
I chew on my lower lip as my eyes swell up with tears,
My stomach churning and swirling with nausea
I close my eyes as the tears gush down my cheeks,
Lips trembling as I grip my sleeves for comfort,
Moment of silence as I weep into my hands,
I hear a deathly, low and sinister whisper in my ear,
“It’s over now….”
My swollen pallid eyes look up to see,
Their carcass shrivelled legs standing over me,
“Surrender...” they whisper with a devilish smile
Jun 4, 2021
Jun 4, 2021 at 5:02 AM UTC
I was seven
I had run away
I climbed a tree high up in it's branches
Tall and reaching to the sky
I looked up and saw piece of heaven waiting for me
I reached for it. I leaped flying for one a blissful second
Then I was falling
Quiet as the wind on a summers night
I didn't wish to wake the world
I was falling blissfully in peace
I was seven but didn't wish to break the peaceful silence that I never got
It was just me
Flying in my mind
Reaching towards the safest place I had ever seen
But I hit earth and woke up in a place I didn't want to be again
I was back in my room
My parents had found me still reaching towards the sky
I haven't seen that place since then
I'm still waiting
Iv'e tried
Peace, falling, flying
Apr 20, 2021
Apr 20, 2021 at 3:38 AM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, life is a bliss in hell:}
your letters
spits I never want to breathe forever
knuckles you shoved into my back again never
but things may trail things may leave may dust
aiming for the swoons in my appeals an everlasting lust
skies upon the blues and the purples they stain
dances on seven hells of moons to remain
notes on ears on papers in the awake
heart and soul bared no more here at a paling so called stake
brushes braided in the befores
on this night
on this day
-------ravenfeels
Apr 19, 2021
Apr 19, 2021 at 4:14 PM UTC
Today is the third Day
Even as everyday is Sabbath
When the Son rose, the world
received the promised Ghost
First of firstfruit blessed
day after the Seven
when it was still dark
And the kingdom came
day after Seven Sevens
yet hidden to this day
For a week, Israel wandered
For a week, bread is unleavened
Evening of the Seventh approaches, fast
But time shall divide, till not one is lost
Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 4:12 AM UTC
Out of the hell of this world we all have to find heaven
and the steps to go through are said to be one to seven.
This world then is a stepping stone to that which is higher above
and the essential requisite for the journey is ever increasing love.
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© 2021 George Krokos
Mar 6, 2021
Mar 6, 2021 at 9:46 AM UTC
There were days where she felt like a 52-hertz whale,
Unheard and lonely
Dark light creeps within her like a fading morning glory
Yet seven beautiful souls opened a door filled with high hopes for her
They assured that she’ll never walk alone
For they are all her sense of comfort and home
Stanning them was prerequisite for her
For she felt like she was a planted seed
Growing and Blooming day by day wherein water and sunlight is highly in need
But life is not a walk on rose trails
Life is like riding a seesaw
Ups and downs are inevitable, Just like winter.
Yes, she’s scared.
What if the sun will no longer shine on her?
Yes, she’s scared.
What if water will turn into icebergs?
Will her petals wilt too?
When that time comes?
It’ll just be a bittersweet goodbye
For those were the times where she felt the happiest
She stanned, was saved, now? she’s beyond grateful.
Feb 11, 2021
Feb 11, 2021 at 2:01 AM UTC
You split my soul in seven
Like a real life horcrux
My soul is attached to objects
That we have both grown to love
You split my soul in seven
Like you are a real life Voldemort
Tragically forgetting
That death indeed can be a blessing
Ascending us to heaven
You split my soul in seven
Like a real life horcrux
Now I am bound for eternity
Pondering your sickening depravity
Nov 14, 2020
Nov 14, 2020 at 12:55 PM UTC