#unexplained
i have since learned
however that
in scientific terms
there might be something
in the belief that
a full moon will impact
upon a person's behaviour
and can lead to
subtle changes
of mood and patience
not due to spiritual
gravitational or
mystical effects though
but simply because
the circadian rhythm
can get disrupted
by that sudden flood
of silvery moonlight
known as increased
nighttime illumination
which can cause some
to struggle to fall asleep
while others may experience
up to thirty percent less
deep sleep than
they need
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 12:01 PM UTC
it makes no sense
to someone like me
when they say that
the pull of the moon
at its fullest
can make people
behave strangely
differently
erratically
seemingly
out of nowhere;
whether at its fullest
or as a mere slither
in the night sky
the actual moon
remains ever-present
and unchanged
in both mass and
gravitational pull
the effects of which
must remain
largely the same
regardless of how much
is visible and illuminated
on any given night
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 10:46 AM UTC
I saw them there on Easter Island, facing
the way they do
eyes wide and white, unblinking.
They’re cool little hats.
Who knows what they were thinking?
To move that much stone
up and down all day, every day.
All work and no play.
I would listen if they had anything to say.
And then I see these men.
Dressed in finery. Never in rags.
Bejeweled and dazzled,
clutching handbags.
And they’ve got these bags everywhere too.
Don’t believe me? You’ll find them in the jungle. It’s true.
You’ll see them in the desert there as well,
clutching them on every continent,
to the ends of Earth, to the depths of hell.
What’s in the bag, man?
What’s in the bag?
They’ll never tell.
But they’ve got them clear as day.
Göbekli Tepe.
Carahan Tepe.
Tiwanaku. Peru
Ancient Assyria. Babylonia.
The bags are there too.
the way to go from here to Cydonia.
Pretty sweet too, and just the right size.
One day we may stop and realize
that some things are just ubiquitous and cool.
Humans always make things that are interesting and fun.
We’ve done it since day one.
Like the dragons we see?
From Tokyo and Taipei,
to England in its heyday.
They seem to be the way.
You got winged serpents of every shape and size,
from the earliest carvings, from the earliest minds
to hands and eyes.
They got the scales, they’ve got the wings,
they’ve got the tail, they’ve got the look,
and it took the time it took from
to bring them into reality.
They’re cool and they’re still there,
just flying up there in the air.
Wings spread and beguiling,
tongue flicking out, teeth shining and smiling.
From Bali to Turkmenistan.
India to Iran.
It doesn’t matter.
Like the handbags and the junk grabbing,
they’re everywhere.
The people who made them didn’t seem to care.
It’s like,
“Yep, here is my wiener. Deal with it, there.”
They look cool too.
Naval accentuation, they try and tell us.
As if men have ever cared about belly buttons.
They’re too busy.
Hoarding wives and being gluttons.
Obelisk or church steeple?
Plain as day
that’s a big ole phallus, people.
And through our minds and hearts,
through the ages, they flew.
They’re still here,
and we love them as much now as we ever have,
and do.
So, Stop chiseling them off.
Grinding them down,
smoothing them away.
They were there and we know it
and it's OK.
Dragons, handbags.
and monstrous ***** phalluses.
We love those too.
Nothing old,
nothing new.
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Oct 10, 2025
Oct 10, 2025 at 5:27 PM UTC
When I was younger I saw something
running on an alley right behind me,
it wasn't a person, it wasn't an animal,
a thing is the only way I can describe it.
I was with a cousin and both of us ran
most importantly, both of us saw
and to this day we can't forget.
It was all black and had bright red eyes
the shape was like a person's but way bigger.
What would've happened if we hadn't escaped?
Where would we be if one of us stayed?
May 29, 2021
May 29, 2021 at 9:27 PM UTC
#*And, they were mere words
Language understood by few
Fewer, read emotions
The heart, remains red
The wall clean,
erased
And again,
just words*#
May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 2:36 PM UTC
Another leaf fell
Agony left
In every groaning heart
Couldn't imagine
In a simple snap
Everything could be vanish
Cherish your life
We only live once.
Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 3:23 AM UTC
In the middle of the night
You see nothing
As the darkness fills
Every corner of your eyes
As you lift your head's up
Billion of stars shines
Like what you've wished for
Closing your eyes
Cherishing every moment
Before it vanishes in your mind
Before things you wished
Wouldn't happen
And gives regrets
For the rest of your life.
Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 3:21 AM UTC
As the dawn comes
The new life begins
Waking up
For the new chapter
Welcoming with positivity
Sound of wind
Whispers a hymn
When sunlight touches
Good vibe injects
As time runs
Can't expect
Things may fall out
That accords to the plan
Feels agitating
Causes to ruin
A happy day
You've made
But things fall
In a certain situation
Makes you realize
And understand
Someone's worth
As the twilight comes
Moon started to show
The sparkling stars
Brights during night
Brings hope
For those in the dark.
Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 3:21 AM UTC
Maybe it was the sleepy way your voice would read me to sleep each night but I was pretty sure I had never known love until then.
It could have been the way you brought me hot chocolate with whipped cream when I was sad because you know those little things mean everything.
And I’m not sure really when it began but I know that once I looked into those eyes I felt my whole world tilt and turn.
I’ve spent my whole life trying to find words to explain love and how it feels.
Little did I know the words were already written they were just being read by the wrong narrator for my story.
Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 11:51 PM UTC
I will speak for you
If you ask me to.
If we try,
There's no dark inside.
But to gain the view
That you want, anew,
You must lay
All your fears aside.
All the worlds you're through,
All the lies so true,
All that's left
Is the great divide.
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 2:37 AM UTC
Blazing the sun,
Here I am living my life having fun.
The days go by in a world that never sleeps.
Despite my efforts in life of doing my best. Life to me feels like it is a test.
Sometimes I weep, I feel like I’m playing on a deck of cards.
Sometimes people ask, what’s the matter?
But my life’s just getting better.
My soul is like the ocean,
Strong, deep and wild.
Adventurous and creative to the core.
I find myself wanting more.
I’m surrounded in a world that’s just about vanity, but to me that’s just insanity.
Sometimes I feel down, I feel like a clown.
There are times I cry and die a little inside.
My head feels like it’s going to explode when I feel anxious, moments when my head feels like it’s on fire because I feel dire.
I walk alone because I’m wise. I avoid small minds.
Music and clarity are the only things that keep me away from insanity. They are the reflection of my aura. The definition of my life’s mission.
After all, I’ll always do what I can with my time just to be fine.
There’s no need to use my intuition.
A poem written by Connor Vibes.
(2018 - All rights reserved)
Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 4:22 PM UTC
Bloodshot eyes can't sleep tonight
Heartbeats working in overtime
Your smiling face etched in my jumbled mind
The only clarity in my foggy thoughts
Feelings I can't describe cling on to me
How come I became so full of courage?
To ask you out and tell you these hidden desires
I still can't believe how I managed to tell you
I still can't forget that shine in your eyes
When you held me in your arms tight
The words you whispered still ringing in my ears
Right before the kiss that made you mine
Awkward smiles, juvenile hearts
You shined brightly like stars tonight
Your warmth still brings goosebumps all over
Your securing embrace still feels like a fantasy
Am I dreaming like a madman?
Will this disappear when morning comes?
Why does tomorrow come so slowly?
Why is time so fast when I'm with you?
I've never felt this was before
Like a volcano bursting with emotions
As I grow closer towards your gravity
As I fall into the crevices of your heart
This may be what they call love
These unhinged feelings towards you
They consume every fiber of my being
As I think of ways of how to chase you
I scream out loud this love for you
Unleashing this desire to always be yours
You make me crazier with every look you give
Falling faster than light's speed when you touch me
My forever is yours to hold
I'll chase you to the stars and back
I'll love you deeper than the ocean floor
Just stay with me, for tonight and all coming nights
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 12:33 PM UTC
Where do I even begin?
I think of you every single day,
a moment to spare as I look at you stare.
As I see your unspoken thoughts drift across the room,
how I wish I could listen to them.
If only I could read your mind and feel your pain.
As I watch you get so weak and thin,
Its so hard to utter those words above - as I type I feel a lump developing in the middle of my throat.
I'm so scared to speak the truth,
I don't really know what's going on...
All these thoughts going through my mind
Filled with all the UNKNOWN.
How will I ever know how you feel,
I wish I could read your mind.
I can't stop thinking of you!!!
All I need now is strength.
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 6:04 AM UTC
I keep quite cause I want to hide my pain , I keep it covered cause nobody ever would look at me the same , try to explain they can't relate , he or she would always play the same game ...
Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 1:34 AM UTC
My mind is wasted
well, out of sync
I can't keep up with the thoughts
that would be brought over seas
of consciousness, like weeds of mind
rooted in so deep , they bury themselves
in to the back of my eyes
and I'm always concerned about
running out of time
one thing after another
like some premature adolescent
I scream "why, **** why?"
I'm confident but I'm tired all the time
if you feel the same then don't be shy
I can't give you the answers
I can't sell you the time
but I can suggest a solution;
don't give up, don't die
Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 12:42 PM UTC
How do you describe love?
Besides what the standard idea is.
With nothing more to say than "she makes my heart race".
Is that love? Or just caught in lust.
Because this feeling in my heart,
Isn't the standard three month start.
I ain't caught up in some little kid crush.
She ain't even close to what is considered lust.
When I kiss her lips, it's like kissing someone gently on the finger tips, and more than just a heart jumping shift.
When she lays down in my arms, more than my body gets completely warm, it's my soul telling me to lower all of my alarms.
Its the comforting love in complete darkness.
Its the word forever with no need for promises.
Its walking around blind but there's no risk.
Its taking that leap of faith knowing your heart can't miss.
Its feeling like you never left home
Its being in a faceless crowd but knowing you aren't alone
Its being surrounded and embraced by love just from a voice on the phone
Its agruing with her but knowing she loves you
Its blood in your veins that won't turn icy blue
Its the 4 a.m. sleepless nights where she just takes you in like she always knew..
Knew you needed that hug before you even said ****
Walking around lonely then she appears with a lovely kiss.
Standing in front of her eyes and knowing you've been missed
Simply knowing your anger is calmed when she touches your wrist.
What is love, man?????
Love.... You truly can't even understand.
Find someone who makes it's hard to explain or even withstand,
When you have the thought of loving someone til they turn grey and old
The feeling of knowing you will mother her children, having a family of four
How listening to her voice does more than just feed your soul.
Tell me all the things she does that make you go crazy.
How you can watch her sleep and it be simply amazing.
How seeing her smile is a sight worth gaining.
Look at my lips and watch me love her more,
Way passed a simple thought of a four letter word,
Love may only be four letters but it's never sounded better
Than when you can't clearly describe it
Just what it is that she can do
From how she makes you wake up everyday
To what you'll see when you fall for her too.
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 3:32 PM UTC
Her writings overflowed with emotion,
But she herself was an empty shell.
She took it as a precaution,
That true love is never felt.
She killed everyone with her words,
But she herself is immortal.
And so this she hated herself for it,
Even if she earns the poet label.
Then she suddenly met him,
To which her poems were given life.
But to still feel helpless and cold,
She just wanted to die.
But he never let her go,
Her leaving as much as she tried to,
He sought to bring back life into her arms,
To bring me back to you.
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 9:55 PM UTC
I still want to explain.
I still want you to understand.
I'd do anything for you to undetstand why I left.
I'd do anything for you to understand why I hurt you.
No, it wouldn't change that I hurt you. The Pain was already felt
Your goodbye was a direct result to mine.
But if I explain why mine was said, will you explain yours?
You left so carelessly
don't you care that I still stay up until the early hours of the morning pondering why you decided to delete me from your life?
The way someone leaves says a lot about them.
I guess you're just a question that will never be answered,
a puzzle that will never be solved;
but most of all, you're someone who hides behind the most extreme examples of chivalry when you know youre just an Unhealed wound waiting to happen.
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 9:50 PM UTC
You see me sitting there, oblivious to what is surrounding me.
And I appear normal and good to you so you decide I'm the one you want.
You're excited that you found me and how perfect I seem.
Once we get home you start to explore me, only to be shocked.
One the inside I am not the quality you saw on the outside.
Silly human, only the strong and good ones make it through what we experience.
Imagine being ripped away from your home, going to unknown places alone, heard words of different tones.
Being put into a crate with no way to escape.
I'm sorry I'm not who you expected me to be, I'm not one of the strong or good ones you see.
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 8:18 AM UTC