I love the moon, though I don't know why. sometimes it's far,
sometimes it's near

as if I could catch it from the roof top.
it's gaze, so calm and peaceful,
the more I stare, the more beautiful it becomes
like a motherly love for her child.

I love the moon, though I don't know why, Each day I'm amazed by its appearance.
I watch it shift,
change shapes, and sometimes colors.

it's like the relieved feeling you get when finally lay to rest after a long, stressful day.
i love the moon, though I can't say exactly why.

What I wanted
was never given.
Now, what they offer
is apathy—
a void all I feel.

They criticized the desert,
yet all it needed
was a drop of water.
Instead, they offered a mirage.

Now there is no mercy.
It is the rough sand—
for them,
the arid ruin they created.

Now it is a heart of stone
the fearless eye of barren storm—
a total internal reflection!
never bound by laws.

I was suddenly struck with the idea that I didn’t feel anything. A certain loneliness had washed over me, and I could not talk, walk, speak, or even move of my own free will. Everything was now alarmingly still, and I could do nothing to escape it. Even the thoughts that crossed my mind were so painful to bear that I found myself trying to block them out.

Being in complete detachment from my own body, my old needs and desires seemed foolish and depraved. I did not want to see or have anything to do with the old things that brought me joy, for I could not understand, in this moment, what joy meant.

I found myself completely numb, and with that thought came another, even more surprising: that I had to stay in this unbearable situation. More torturous would have been to try to escape this weird state of mind than to actually experience it.
And I began to wonder: if I were to perish in this very instant, would I suffer — or, in the strange stillness of this numbness, would I even recognize the weight of feeling anything at all?

I miss your sweet amber eyes
It reminds me of the sun
Warming me with your sight

Wait

Were they ocean blue eyes?
Like a calm sea, drowning me
With so much love and admiration

No

They were green for sure
Precious emeralds that sparkled
A life and future I can see us in

Ah

They were hazel actually
A spectrum of ever-changing beauty
That memorized me so easily

Oh

I'm almost certain they were deep gray
Like a thunderstorm made out of
The passion we had shared

But

No matter how hard I try
I can't remember the last time
We looked at each other's eyes

I hate society—
not the word,
but the weight it straps to my back.

I hate judging eyes,
the kind that scan you like price tags
in stores you were never meant to enter.

I hate the whispers,
those secondhand sentences
stitched behind backs
then sweetened with smiles
when you turn around.

I hate the ungrateful—
the ones who drink from your cup
then ask why it wasn’t full enough.

I hate stone-throwers
in glass houses
who forget how loud
their own silence shatters
when truth hits back.

I hate the crowd—
the noise, the pretending,
the push to perform
when all I want
is to exist
in peace.

And sometimes,
I even hate the parts of me
still trying to belong
to a world
I no longer believe in.

ugh!
just one more
time
one more and i can rest
yeaugh!

this freakin stone
is always draggin behind
bringing me down
keepin the time
and i can't even use it
or lose it
it's leashed to me by twine

ugh!
hyeahh!
hhmph!
finally
there
i made it
again

but this is different
there's a scroll here
i open it
it's a reflection of Dwayne Johnson
with my nose and floofy hair

ah sheeit
i AM the rock

the boulder melts
into a T-1000 sized
silver puddle
rises and reforms
as me
we kiss furiously

turns out he's a really nice guy
we shot the **** a while
and have a lot in common
same taste in music and stuff
yeah
we're getting brunch next week

if it goes well
i could really learn
to like me