#urgent
she felt his gravitational pull
she thought it would lead
to another universe
one glittering with stars.
instead, she was pulled into
a vast, pitch black void -
one with no life to be seen,
in which stars were only a dream.
she could only hear her heartbeat
and his voice tempting her
she started to shiver,
wondering when this would end.
suddenly, she felt a pull
from the people she loved
that pull was strong, urgent -
just what she needed to leave him.
before she knew it,
she was back in her universe,
safe, warm, loved, lively.
the stars were here all along.
Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 7:47 PM UTC
What’s urgent to me right now is you.
It’s my prerogative to make you my first,
My last,
My everything.
You have a light inside of you that brightens the nightfall,
It captures the heart.
So infectious,
You just accelerate into your smile;
I see heaven watching you blush.
I’m in love with your Egyptian skin.
Cherish those bruises & scars.
It’ll make you cry tears of joy
That a man can deal with your past
& be comfortable under his own.
Spend the rest your life with me
As we go down in history
On this love train for all eternity.
Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 4:16 PM UTC
In the breath
of a
sprawling
metropolis
your tiny moves make
sacred populus.
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 11:47 PM UTC
✴
*in the quiet of stillness
I can hear a snowflake
gently land
upon my cheek
a flurry of gossamer
frozen lace lilts ~
peacefully
transforming
the ennui
of chilling silence
into a wilderness symphony*
✴
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 11:59 AM UTC
[Alright, I don’t know how else to say this, but...
You know Unsafe?
I only made 3 parts.
I keep getting wind that there’s a part 4.
I’m starting to think that SHE continued it somehow.
How she did is beyond me, considering she isn’t exactly real.
Oh yeah.
You might want a little clarity as to whom i am referring to.
Alright. so, the series X is written about a mystery girl that is called (or rather represented as) X, no?
Well, the reason she’s called that is because nobody knows her name.
I never gave her one.
Getting back on topic, it’s supposed to be written by another fictional person, whom for the sake of continuity, we will call W. Now, W and X were in love, very much so. W is offed, X mourns, yadda yadda yadda, et cetera, et cetera. Well, I felt that in order to give X more clarity and depth, that i’d have to write a second series, One that is written in the perspective of X. This premise became what you now know as Unsafe.
But, for some reason...
As I continued writing Unsafe, it felt more and more like I wasn’t even writing.
It’s like she had extended into my subconsious, from the fictional world in which she dwells, and into my pen.
Luckily, she’s easy to identify. I write her in ‘a special way’ as opposed to my [normal] writing.
Wait.
Alright, Don’t be alarmed, but She MIGHT (this is a big might) have escaped the domain I made for her,
Unsafe,
And into my Notes.
I cannot tell if it’s true or not, as this notice is considered it’s own poem. I cannot interact with my Notes until I decide to leave any poem that I am currently in.
But more importantly, this also implies that she is SENTIENT, and no longer needs me to convey her thoughts and actions.
Hell, she might be fighting for control over my account as I write this!
Ahahaha...
I really ******* myself over, huh?
Anyways, if you see her, tell me IMMEDIATELY! Just whatever you do, DON’T interact with her! In her current state, she is most likely extremely hostile.
I do appreciate you reading X and Unsafe, but this is getting a liiiiitle serious here, so uh...
Please take caution! I couldn’t live with myself if one of my readers LITERALLY GOT KILLED OFF by one of my works.
I’ll update you guys if anything meaningful happens.
In the meantime, I think I’ll go somewhere...
Familiar.]
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 3:29 PM UTC
What is it, oh you
Of the yearning mind,
Of the wide soul, and
The wounded heart
Laid bare, what is it
That pierces, that
Cracks the buried
Stone, that draws life
Up out of the earth,
And yet sustains it, crown
Tall in the anchored earth?
Listen now, O you man,
You woman, child,
Bearers of the flame
Of the world,
When the life of man
And the life of tree,
Both are seen embodied
Of the ecstasy of the
Now-In-Life, when
Death is counted friend
And received in honor,
And not sought, or hastened,
When the enemy of my
Heart is my enemy and yet
My friend, and love is
Seen in all, and recognized;
Then will we have peace,
The world within the world;
And from peace love,
And joy.
Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 4:57 PM UTC
as one stage empties
slow shuffle exit
another curtain will
rise
waiting for that spark
an instant in time
silent explosion
within
stylus on rock face
outline of past forms
a mountain's sudden
call
as eagle marks
still moments
above a darkened
gorge
brooding dawn
fights clouds'
urgent
cries
and man's spirit
lifts high and
at last
flies
free
- - - - - -
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 2:42 PM UTC
We walk through life,
blind,
knowingly,
and not;
willingly,
and not.
We see the
world,
and let it
pass,
unremarked,
taken as
a fixture
of eternity,
for the
most part.
This, is not
the truth.
The world
is not a thing
of diamond,
not a thing of
light, or
of spirit, wholly,
although it is
all of these
things,
in part;
It is also an
earthen world,
a fragile world,
a beautiful
world,
and one which
we are quickly
stripping of
its beauty,
and its life.
Our world is
dying, and
we are the
cause.
But, there is yet hope.
There is still
time, to
turn back,
to leave behind
us, all this
pain, and
desecration,
and soul-wide
apathy;
there is yet time,
but not for
much longer.
Therefore, I
charge you,
all who read
these words,
and feel them
within your
heart,
change.
Now.
Revitalize your
lives,
revitalize
the world.
Every action
has
significance;
think, before
you act.
I charge you,
do this
thing,
for yourselves,
and for the
world;
and I swear
to you, before
God, and
all the infinite
immutable
and yet
ever-changing
light,
of eternity,
there is yet time.
There is still hope.
the world will
change,
and flower,
for all of
time.
I promise you.
It will.
Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 11:57 AM UTC
*when she stops writing about you,
it's time to sound the alarms*
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 3:00 PM UTC