#staircase
Am I to forever run in the endless staircase
That so many of us call life?
The one with no railings
And wraps around an invisible pole,
Making each movement so stressful.
Each step colors from blinding white
To dull blues, yellows, reds, pinks,
And the neon versions of them.
Some even sing songs of optimism
While others bellow heavy tunes of gray.
Am I destined to always have to look down
When I’m tired of going up and think,
“I’m exhausted so what if i just.. fall. Yet,
I simply cannot after such dedication,”?
The stairs behind me fade away,
I’d be so easy to lean back and forget.
Am I fated to evermore stare up
In search of an end that doesn’t exist
At the time?
To look for the top everyone
Tries and tries to reach,
But no one is ever successful in.
Because the top doesn’t exist
And stair steps only appear once
A foot is placed down.
So for the time being,
I’ll take a step and then another one
As I stare off into
What I can only imagine is
The light of my staircase.
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 1:59 AM UTC
I found a staircase carved into thunder
Each step a tooth pulled from sleeping beasts
The air tasted of copper
And half-remembered hymns
I climbed until my name fell off my shoulders
And rolled back into the darkness like a coin
Mirrors waited
Cracked and sighing with old weather
And when I reached for one
It bit my hand
A lantern swung from the jawbone of a tree
Older than remorse
Moths gathered like ash in my mouth
And taught me to speak
In vanished dialects
Even the silence had a pulse
I tried to pray once
But the sky folded its arms
Every word transformed into wolves
Who wouldn't approach me
The horizon was a wound stitched with lightning
Far below
Cities slept in the stomachs of drowned bells
Their windows flickering with dreams left unclaimed
I wanted to wake them
But my hands resembled rivers
And everything I touched forgot its shape
By dawn
I had grown antlers made of frost
And a mouth full of rain
The staircase ended in nothing
Except the sound of wings
Turning to glass
Aug 1, 2025
Aug 1, 2025 at 4:57 AM UTC
I used to climb on window pipes.
Look through the neighbour's side,
Reach around trying to climb high.
I wanted to go into the dark skies
Find the real paradise.
And I am still climbing the staircase
where the happiness begins
but the steps are never ending
my legs are forever bending
the journey, like any, is tiring.
Oct 16, 2022
Oct 16, 2022 at 1:00 PM UTC
when i got to the top of the staircase
i half-expected to see you there
leaning against the wall
with your hands in your pockets
but here you are
sitting in a chair,
laughing
in my imagination.
Jun 4, 2020
Jun 4, 2020 at 9:12 AM UTC
Today I felt the urge to fall down a flight of stairs, and when I say fall
I mean,
jump,
plummet
and plunge.
I wanted to feel something, a pain that wasn't already carried within me.
I could imagine the weightlessness I would have felt as my body relaxed,
how time would have appeared hampered as if altered by my sudden descent.
That numbing pain as each step would buffet my spine and finally the ominous silence that preludes my last breath while my misery pools around me glistening for all to see.
though sadly...
. I live in a bungalow
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 6:24 AM UTC
I know you
like the last step
in a staircase:
enshrouded in darkness.
I slowly stretch a brave leg across
the unknown dimensions;
do I relieve myself
with another familiar step?
Or do I brace myself
for the cold, naked floor?
Do I leave the routine journey
to step into a world extrinsic?
What will happen if I dare be brave;
will my foot sink through the transparent tier
to tumble aimlessly through the void,
screaming curses at my misplaced courage?
I just don't know anymore;
balancing my leg in the still air--
the temptation to pirouette
shakily and ascend anxiously.
To escalate the last step,
I find to be much easier;
My strength carries me forwards
as the light receives me warmly.
But down below,
in the shadows' taunting musings,
I cannot put faces to the voices
that call me into their reckless abandon.
I know you
like the last step
in a staircase,
faceless amorphous Guile;
your voice... indelible.
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 12:33 AM UTC
the clay watched with rented breath
the red robe genuflect before
the dirt-dark nailed wood.
strange words were uttered
choral echoes flew
they too would bend their knees
those veiled long hair
those oval faces with scanning eyes.
the red robe spoke
they moved the corners of their mouths
till they were too far
they nodded, and nodded, and nodded
they did not know how to stop.
the red robe did not speak
he read from two slabs.
the air cracked by a
tip-toe cadence of metallic muttering
they held their breath
but there was panting.
with one unseen flicker
that stole as fast as
light shot from up beyond
there
perched on that dirt-dark nailed wood
a dove of light of blinding vaporous whiteness.
we hid our eyes.
our faces too.
we only saw a tall slender spiral staircase
that ascended a long, long,
long way.
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 9:31 PM UTC
Iwanttobefree
soIwillbefree
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tchthemanyways
I'mflyingwiththe
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wsoyouchooseme
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 8:37 PM UTC
I'm falling down the spiral staircase of loneliness
you could say
I'm heading into a downwards spiral
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 5:36 PM UTC
I walked a spiraling Stare back at the abyss: Leaping forward walking I see the rage of a Cross, four-dimensional Pebbles shattered stained To the side, spiraling back,
cut-up and found what if I walked on them giant drooling drunken mirrors obtuse staircase haunted confusing gravity,
nothing up from mushrooms woman lighted flexing looping,
at apex; a mirage? that can cry; all around; tesseracts; infinite; at quantum.
Lead kindly light, vigil
voice, enlightened
woman,
angel face.
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 6:17 PM UTC
Every night I go down my secret staircase I have in my bedroom
No one knows about it expect me of cores
When the clock strikes midnight
I open the green door behind my bed
And start to quietly walk down my secret staircase
I magically turn into a beautiful lady when I touch the final step
The room is beautiful
It has many pathways to a new journey
In one room I fought a bear
In the other I danced with my princess
Even in the last room to the right I slayed a dragon!
Each room is amazing and great each experience
A new start and ending to every adventure
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 2:34 PM UTC