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12h
Moth
A moth came resting on my shirt
in the middle of the tender night.
I saw her there — it didn’t hurt;
she smiled at me,
and whispered light:
“Be calm,” she said,
“Soft as balm.”

I looked at her and wondered:
Should I brush her away?
Or let her stay?

So I wander on,
with a little friend
who made me a bond.
A hole appeared where she had sat,
but my heart became whole
just like that
I don’t know if this is
the right way to say it,
But is that what you remember of me?
Was it when I said, “It’s okay”—
While anger crept in quietly?

Deluded, unsure of how to be,
Light arrived, just as suddenly.
I was everywhere around them,
aching to stay,
Yet piece by piece, I faded away.

It was a sickness that sought me out,
Shattering all I was — no doubt.
And maybe the only part I played
Was trying to rise… not let grace fade.
7d · 24
Untitled
Wake me in the mornings,
when love feels still and tight.
I hold your light against my sorrow,
Carrying grief into the promise
of your tomorrow.
Jul 28 · 21
Untitled
I wake to darkness all around,
Silence thick, with no way out.
A sound so faint, it fades away—
Dissolving where all once felt as one.
Yet now, nothing seems to align.
I cry out, I scream: “Give me a sign!”

Morning tears fall soft and slow,
Evening drops too soon, too low.
Stars cascade across the moon,
Shades of deepening blue consume,
As I lie still inside my cocoon.
Jul 26 · 13
Strange Silence
While I emerged from no one’s time, you are what has not yet been named. Beyond the end of origin, the first scream fell silent. To remain forgotten, a name rises without echo — and yet, it resounds.

Stay away and draw near. I do not yet exist, and that… that is becoming. They explain nothing, and yet you understand the cause without effect, the light without source. That is nothing. You perceive everything as an unwritten page.

Shadow is light when it appears reversed. I breathe within it, without form. And you may awaken in my non-being. Do not carry me — catch me. Touch nothing as one touches what has not yet shaped me — the other in your never-begun time.

I feel no step, only direction. Though we never bloomed, we still bore seed. And nothing is complete, so we do not measure it. This is the now that never was — and yet, it waits. You had nothing, and thus, you had everything. You were silent in sound, and I sang in emptiness. It brought me neither to death nor to life.

One more glimpse of my nameless existence — so you may not be allowed to wish, but you are. Avoid the noon within the morning. Look backward toward the forward. Life is invisible and touches without contact.

There — precisely there — no source flows, but origin. I am what has not yet ended. I do not breathe, but exist between your knowing.

And soon? Has already been. And now? Has not begun. Because you were everything in nothing: do not open me, but know that I never was. The hour in which no animal called out belongs to no one.

You are not friend, not foe — but moment. Not blessing, not curse. Not dream, not memory. Not bud, not color. And so, nothing counts as something, and we descend upward as no one.

I know no other, and the world is empty of me. My body does not feel, for you are whole. You broke nothing, for nothing fell. Beneath the never-having-been, you ask of the death that never began.

And so I live in non-being, and you continue to vanish — and that is your mirror: never repeated.
Jun 30 · 46
a little shy
Telling my love to the woman,
her hair long, dark, and blonde.
The morning rose earlier,
and in her eyes lay braids,
pearls, and stones.

Her mouth,
rosy-red like a rose
in grandma and grandpa’s forest.
The cheeks on her face
were pink,
as if her hair made her blush,
laugh, and cry.
Jun 28 · 50
Balansed
He presses her into the quiet of her own place, while she lifts him to where his ears ring with love—in stance and space
Jun 27 · 56
?
?
Why is there only one like me,
born from nothing
but the thought that I may be.
Jun 23 · 166
Carefull
It feels as if truly
nothing fills me with joy
that my soul reaches for

So I simply long for a little rest,
a silence that understands me

At the same time, the awareness
is growing, you know… I am also
lovingly aware of it, somewhere
I feel the love and the inner peace

Very gently I think that what I long for
might only be found in the silence,
leaving it all feels like violence
of what we all call to be named death

With all my heart I then feel deeply sad

I don’t want to leave behind pain
for tomorrow, no sorrow for my family
or no more grieve towards my friends
You do not need to worry as i am holding it for you
Jun 21 · 162
The same
An adorable star, you are.
Oh… in my heart, light.
They are the same
as the morning
in my evening night.

A secret to shine
lives in me — elegant,
charming as I am a wonder.
I yell: “I am inevitable!”

You — the one I see in me…
and I in you. For all the way,
always in forever to be:
You and me.

To feel is to be free, the fame,
the game belongs to the day
— and more is on the way.

Eyes in the face, gratitude,
all away. Shall I stay,
now that you are near?

The rear is my fear,
And nothing else…
is you, dear.

A tree becomes paper,
notes in a block… Tick tock.
Hear the clock.

Further away, she goes too.
Yours — the same…

Or is it not?
Jun 8 · 449
U & me
I as you,
not one, not two.
Me dissolving,
into you evolving.

To be —
only full in we.
Jun 6 · 277
Droplets
Gray clouds bloom open,
raindrops fall into the puddle
on the ground



which One circles around.
Mar 24 · 240
Tender
Peace and love
make sparkling life,
behind a thundering night
spark of white light,
you and I become
what we can see beyond
stars and bright shining eyes.
Mar 17 · 294
Night
Low beneath the weeping willow stand
Stars and a full moon grand
On the ground of the earth’s land
Feb 18 · 293
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Oooh… Phew!

One and 1 are indeed different
from each other, right?

One is a word, and the other is a number.

Yet, when I am not visible, no one sees that I exist separately.
Nov 2024 · 253
Widow’s Embrace
winnie the poem Nov 2024
I am here to be,
her shadow,
hidden, in a widow.
Her dark in death,
mysterious,
fallen into star.
A pastlife scar,
you,
my beautiful wife,
thats who you are.
Nov 2024 · 186
—十—
winnie the poem Nov 2024
Don’t cry… I am just here
living next to you
in the sky

Let me go now and guard
my soul
to the graveyard

Hold it close to your heart,
be safe
and carry me to my grave
Oct 2024 · 386
Taken away
winnie the poem Oct 2024
I wake up with only darkness
around me, all this blackness
...No way out and all alone,
I hear a sound in the silence,
so soft that it disappeared.... Disappeared… Disappeared..

So I heard the echo of my voice,
resounding in the sound
of my deepest cry.
What is my name,
what are my desires?
Am I here in an existence,
or am I gone, in hell,
or in heaven underneath the sky.

All these questions, so many,
every day. And I get no answers,
because here in the darkness,
I can’t find another way.

— The End —