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to touch a flower
i stuck my hand out
it's soft petals were a light pink
towards the center the petals turned a lovely white
inviting
it stood tall and proud
meekly my hand approached it
a black inky substance slowly leaked from the cracks in my hand
to touch a flower
i stuck my hand out
it's soft petals were a light pink
towards the center the petals turned a lovely white
inviting
it stood tall and proud
meekly my hand approached it
a black inky substance slowly leaked from the cracks in my hand
October 27, 2025 at 3:21 PM
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to touch a flower
i stuck my hand out
it's soft petals were a light pink
towards the center the petals turned a lovely white
inviting
it stood tall and proud
meekly my hand approached it
a black inky substance slowly leaked from the cracks in my hand
to touch a flower
i stuck my hand out
it's soft petals were a light pink
towards the center the petals turned a lovely white
inviting
it stood tall and proud
meekly my hand approached it
a black inky substance slowly leaked from the cracks in my hand
losing sanity
now back to silence.
it's painfully quiet
i spoke but nothing answered
i made a wish but only the void heard
only the cold to keep company
only the walls to care
only myself to listen
now back to silence.
it's painfully quiet
i spoke but nothing answered
i made a wish but only the void heard
only the cold to keep company
only the walls to care
only myself to listen
October 27, 2025 at 3:02 PM
losing sanity
now back to silence.
it's painfully quiet
i spoke but nothing answered
i made a wish but only the void heard
only the cold to keep company
only the walls to care
only myself to listen
now back to silence.
it's painfully quiet
i spoke but nothing answered
i made a wish but only the void heard
only the cold to keep company
only the walls to care
only myself to listen
breaking
it's always so loud
piercing
dull frequencies filling my mind
raping whatever sense of peace i had
it's suffocating
but no one listens
it's always so loud
piercing
dull frequencies filling my mind
raping whatever sense of peace i had
it's suffocating
but no one listens
October 27, 2025 at 2:56 PM
breaking
it's always so loud
piercing
dull frequencies filling my mind
raping whatever sense of peace i had
it's suffocating
but no one listens
it's always so loud
piercing
dull frequencies filling my mind
raping whatever sense of peace i had
it's suffocating
but no one listens
Sickness.
it keeps staring at me
even when i close my eyes
i feel it's fleshy gaze
blood seeping from it's edges
pooling towards the center
i cover it but it's always there
it will always be there
watching
judging
i feel sick
it keeps staring at me
even when i close my eyes
i feel it's fleshy gaze
blood seeping from it's edges
pooling towards the center
i cover it but it's always there
it will always be there
watching
judging
i feel sick
October 27, 2025 at 6:24 AM
Sickness.
it keeps staring at me
even when i close my eyes
i feel it's fleshy gaze
blood seeping from it's edges
pooling towards the center
i cover it but it's always there
it will always be there
watching
judging
i feel sick
it keeps staring at me
even when i close my eyes
i feel it's fleshy gaze
blood seeping from it's edges
pooling towards the center
i cover it but it's always there
it will always be there
watching
judging
i feel sick
I put my fingers to my forehead
Wiping the surface of my brow
Something sticky seeped into each crevice
Throughout the tips of my fingers
I could feel that whatever was now covering my fingers
Still slowly dripped
Tracing my face
It into my eye staining the whites a reddish hue
It stung.
Wiping the surface of my brow
Something sticky seeped into each crevice
Throughout the tips of my fingers
I could feel that whatever was now covering my fingers
Still slowly dripped
Tracing my face
It into my eye staining the whites a reddish hue
It stung.
October 26, 2025 at 8:34 PM
I put my fingers to my forehead
Wiping the surface of my brow
Something sticky seeped into each crevice
Throughout the tips of my fingers
I could feel that whatever was now covering my fingers
Still slowly dripped
Tracing my face
It into my eye staining the whites a reddish hue
It stung.
Wiping the surface of my brow
Something sticky seeped into each crevice
Throughout the tips of my fingers
I could feel that whatever was now covering my fingers
Still slowly dripped
Tracing my face
It into my eye staining the whites a reddish hue
It stung.
i keep sticking my hand out
into the inky black
still hoping to feel something
no matter how far I reach
your figure never draws near
i wonder if that silhouette is even real
or merely a fading memory
covered in thorns and roses
into the inky black
still hoping to feel something
no matter how far I reach
your figure never draws near
i wonder if that silhouette is even real
or merely a fading memory
covered in thorns and roses
September 28, 2025 at 7:29 PM
i keep sticking my hand out
into the inky black
still hoping to feel something
no matter how far I reach
your figure never draws near
i wonder if that silhouette is even real
or merely a fading memory
covered in thorns and roses
into the inky black
still hoping to feel something
no matter how far I reach
your figure never draws near
i wonder if that silhouette is even real
or merely a fading memory
covered in thorns and roses
Reposted by Soba.
When you glance up
To see Selene
In all her glory
Know there is nothing
That can eclipse my love
Not time
Not distance
And not even the silence
That now fills our nights
#poetry
#moon
#HarvestMoon
To see Selene
In all her glory
Know there is nothing
That can eclipse my love
Not time
Not distance
And not even the silence
That now fills our nights
#poetry
#moon
#HarvestMoon
September 8, 2025 at 1:09 AM
When you glance up
To see Selene
In all her glory
Know there is nothing
That can eclipse my love
Not time
Not distance
And not even the silence
That now fills our nights
#poetry
#moon
#HarvestMoon
To see Selene
In all her glory
Know there is nothing
That can eclipse my love
Not time
Not distance
And not even the silence
That now fills our nights
#poetry
#moon
#HarvestMoon
in the foliage
dressed in an inky black
dancing sun
light and shallow
in and out
calm, almost unbothered
faint
viscous, dripping
something tore through
leaving nothing
but salt and iron
dressed in an inky black
dancing sun
light and shallow
in and out
calm, almost unbothered
faint
viscous, dripping
something tore through
leaving nothing
but salt and iron
September 3, 2025 at 5:36 PM
in the foliage
dressed in an inky black
dancing sun
light and shallow
in and out
calm, almost unbothered
faint
viscous, dripping
something tore through
leaving nothing
but salt and iron
dressed in an inky black
dancing sun
light and shallow
in and out
calm, almost unbothered
faint
viscous, dripping
something tore through
leaving nothing
but salt and iron
the moon stared at me
a piercing, unending gaze
my throat closed up
flames danced around my neck
stabbing at the flesh
my heart felt like lead
crushing the organs beneath it
fingertips numb, nearly dead
suddenly a thorn stabbed at my side
i grabbed at the wound, now bleeding
a piercing, unending gaze
my throat closed up
flames danced around my neck
stabbing at the flesh
my heart felt like lead
crushing the organs beneath it
fingertips numb, nearly dead
suddenly a thorn stabbed at my side
i grabbed at the wound, now bleeding
August 27, 2025 at 10:58 PM
the moon stared at me
a piercing, unending gaze
my throat closed up
flames danced around my neck
stabbing at the flesh
my heart felt like lead
crushing the organs beneath it
fingertips numb, nearly dead
suddenly a thorn stabbed at my side
i grabbed at the wound, now bleeding
a piercing, unending gaze
my throat closed up
flames danced around my neck
stabbing at the flesh
my heart felt like lead
crushing the organs beneath it
fingertips numb, nearly dead
suddenly a thorn stabbed at my side
i grabbed at the wound, now bleeding
Dripping down my face…
I believe they were tears…
Pain radiated from my from my finger tips
Spreading to my arms, then to my chest
My face was hot and breath… cold…
Lying on the floor beneath me
His face was blurred, messy too
I stared at him for hours
I believe they were tears…
Pain radiated from my from my finger tips
Spreading to my arms, then to my chest
My face was hot and breath… cold…
Lying on the floor beneath me
His face was blurred, messy too
I stared at him for hours
August 27, 2025 at 2:47 AM
Dripping down my face…
I believe they were tears…
Pain radiated from my from my finger tips
Spreading to my arms, then to my chest
My face was hot and breath… cold…
Lying on the floor beneath me
His face was blurred, messy too
I stared at him for hours
I believe they were tears…
Pain radiated from my from my finger tips
Spreading to my arms, then to my chest
My face was hot and breath… cold…
Lying on the floor beneath me
His face was blurred, messy too
I stared at him for hours
staring at the ceiling everything ceases to exist
confined and alone
there is nothing
emptiness in excess
nothing to stare back
but the fool still reaches towards the ceiling
how ridiculous
confined and alone
there is nothing
emptiness in excess
nothing to stare back
but the fool still reaches towards the ceiling
how ridiculous
August 14, 2025 at 6:26 AM
staring at the ceiling everything ceases to exist
confined and alone
there is nothing
emptiness in excess
nothing to stare back
but the fool still reaches towards the ceiling
how ridiculous
confined and alone
there is nothing
emptiness in excess
nothing to stare back
but the fool still reaches towards the ceiling
how ridiculous
it's eyes were like that of a predatory bird, such as that of a hawk or eagle. the eyes told a thousand stories, though it's face was emotionless. it was a heinous creature with beastly fangs and impractically long and sharp claws resembling those of Edward Scissorhands.
August 13, 2025 at 1:15 PM
it's eyes were like that of a predatory bird, such as that of a hawk or eagle. the eyes told a thousand stories, though it's face was emotionless. it was a heinous creature with beastly fangs and impractically long and sharp claws resembling those of Edward Scissorhands.
the depth of these wounds
betray the perception of reality
the blood flows
life in motion
it stings
though this pain is temporary
a distraction
betray the perception of reality
the blood flows
life in motion
it stings
though this pain is temporary
a distraction
August 12, 2025 at 3:11 AM
the depth of these wounds
betray the perception of reality
the blood flows
life in motion
it stings
though this pain is temporary
a distraction
betray the perception of reality
the blood flows
life in motion
it stings
though this pain is temporary
a distraction
Reposted by Soba.
Reposted by Soba.
Goodnight.
River Landscape By Moonlight, George Henry, 1887.
River Landscape By Moonlight, George Henry, 1887.
August 10, 2025 at 8:22 PM
Goodnight.
River Landscape By Moonlight, George Henry, 1887.
River Landscape By Moonlight, George Henry, 1887.
It was when twilight hit my eye
That everything went quiet
Nothingness in excess
I felt warmth in my chest
I couldn’t look down
Across my abdomen a tickle crawled
Quickly, though it felt like eternity
As if it were water flowing on an empty street
That everything went quiet
Nothingness in excess
I felt warmth in my chest
I couldn’t look down
Across my abdomen a tickle crawled
Quickly, though it felt like eternity
As if it were water flowing on an empty street
August 11, 2025 at 3:02 AM
It was when twilight hit my eye
That everything went quiet
Nothingness in excess
I felt warmth in my chest
I couldn’t look down
Across my abdomen a tickle crawled
Quickly, though it felt like eternity
As if it were water flowing on an empty street
That everything went quiet
Nothingness in excess
I felt warmth in my chest
I couldn’t look down
Across my abdomen a tickle crawled
Quickly, though it felt like eternity
As if it were water flowing on an empty street
the dog sat alone
weeping in his cage
his breath hot and heavy
while warm salt water flowed from his mouth
i took a drink
looking in his eyes
all i could see was despair
yet the water was sweet
i opened the gate
yet he couldn't move
and so i sat next to him
in our bed of thorns
weeping in his cage
his breath hot and heavy
while warm salt water flowed from his mouth
i took a drink
looking in his eyes
all i could see was despair
yet the water was sweet
i opened the gate
yet he couldn't move
and so i sat next to him
in our bed of thorns
August 9, 2025 at 6:32 AM
the dog sat alone
weeping in his cage
his breath hot and heavy
while warm salt water flowed from his mouth
i took a drink
looking in his eyes
all i could see was despair
yet the water was sweet
i opened the gate
yet he couldn't move
and so i sat next to him
in our bed of thorns
weeping in his cage
his breath hot and heavy
while warm salt water flowed from his mouth
i took a drink
looking in his eyes
all i could see was despair
yet the water was sweet
i opened the gate
yet he couldn't move
and so i sat next to him
in our bed of thorns
there's something dripping
it's sliding down my forehead
a viscous, almost gel-like substance
my brain is covered in thorns and fur
whales are yelling in my ears
ringing, singing
it hurts
a serpent coils around my abdomen
it's rough skin digging into the flesh as its grip tightens
i can't breathe
it's sliding down my forehead
a viscous, almost gel-like substance
my brain is covered in thorns and fur
whales are yelling in my ears
ringing, singing
it hurts
a serpent coils around my abdomen
it's rough skin digging into the flesh as its grip tightens
i can't breathe
July 30, 2025 at 5:38 PM
there's something dripping
it's sliding down my forehead
a viscous, almost gel-like substance
my brain is covered in thorns and fur
whales are yelling in my ears
ringing, singing
it hurts
a serpent coils around my abdomen
it's rough skin digging into the flesh as its grip tightens
i can't breathe
it's sliding down my forehead
a viscous, almost gel-like substance
my brain is covered in thorns and fur
whales are yelling in my ears
ringing, singing
it hurts
a serpent coils around my abdomen
it's rough skin digging into the flesh as its grip tightens
i can't breathe
The hand twice bitten never learns
It still reaches out to the crows
Who bite and tear and claw
Taking and taking and taking
Blood dripping
Flesh broken
Nails chipped
A mangled shell of what it once was
And yet the hand continues to feed
As if there is something
For which it still yearns
It still reaches out to the crows
Who bite and tear and claw
Taking and taking and taking
Blood dripping
Flesh broken
Nails chipped
A mangled shell of what it once was
And yet the hand continues to feed
As if there is something
For which it still yearns
June 25, 2025 at 6:17 PM
The hand twice bitten never learns
It still reaches out to the crows
Who bite and tear and claw
Taking and taking and taking
Blood dripping
Flesh broken
Nails chipped
A mangled shell of what it once was
And yet the hand continues to feed
As if there is something
For which it still yearns
It still reaches out to the crows
Who bite and tear and claw
Taking and taking and taking
Blood dripping
Flesh broken
Nails chipped
A mangled shell of what it once was
And yet the hand continues to feed
As if there is something
For which it still yearns
from this i shall carve away my sins
and be born once again
eternal shall my essence be
and heaven shall live within
i am everything and nothing
the drums of evolution are loud
what i was and what i am are one in the same
and be born once again
eternal shall my essence be
and heaven shall live within
i am everything and nothing
the drums of evolution are loud
what i was and what i am are one in the same
May 22, 2025 at 9:58 PM
from this i shall carve away my sins
and be born once again
eternal shall my essence be
and heaven shall live within
i am everything and nothing
the drums of evolution are loud
what i was and what i am are one in the same
and be born once again
eternal shall my essence be
and heaven shall live within
i am everything and nothing
the drums of evolution are loud
what i was and what i am are one in the same
death knock at my door
keep my eyes open
bleeding on the floor
singing the song of men
heart made of clay
melting at the sight
of a brand new day
death knock on my door
cure me of my plights
make this the end
keep my eyes open
bleeding on the floor
singing the song of men
heart made of clay
melting at the sight
of a brand new day
death knock on my door
cure me of my plights
make this the end
May 21, 2025 at 7:24 AM
death knock at my door
keep my eyes open
bleeding on the floor
singing the song of men
heart made of clay
melting at the sight
of a brand new day
death knock on my door
cure me of my plights
make this the end
keep my eyes open
bleeding on the floor
singing the song of men
heart made of clay
melting at the sight
of a brand new day
death knock on my door
cure me of my plights
make this the end
it would take far more than some tears
to get over all my fears
though the fates weep
the blood of my own rests at my feet
anointed with fine oils and meat
it's my own pain to keep
dying of thirst
to get over all my fears
though the fates weep
the blood of my own rests at my feet
anointed with fine oils and meat
it's my own pain to keep
dying of thirst
May 21, 2025 at 7:16 AM
it would take far more than some tears
to get over all my fears
though the fates weep
the blood of my own rests at my feet
anointed with fine oils and meat
it's my own pain to keep
dying of thirst
to get over all my fears
though the fates weep
the blood of my own rests at my feet
anointed with fine oils and meat
it's my own pain to keep
dying of thirst
Reposted by Soba.
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May 19, 2025 at 5:05 PM
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the waves stand still
after days of torment
everything is calm
all it took
was a shot to the heart
after days of torment
everything is calm
all it took
was a shot to the heart
May 19, 2025 at 3:54 AM
the waves stand still
after days of torment
everything is calm
all it took
was a shot to the heart
after days of torment
everything is calm
all it took
was a shot to the heart
Reposted by Soba.
Our souls danced
in unison to
a secret moonlight verse
set to music
only we could hear
But sadly now
our Celestial Victrola
is broken
and I so miss
the tune it played
#poetry
in unison to
a secret moonlight verse
set to music
only we could hear
But sadly now
our Celestial Victrola
is broken
and I so miss
the tune it played
#poetry
a close up of a record player playing a record
ALT: a close up of a record player playing a record
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April 27, 2025 at 8:42 PM
Our souls danced
in unison to
a secret moonlight verse
set to music
only we could hear
But sadly now
our Celestial Victrola
is broken
and I so miss
the tune it played
#poetry
in unison to
a secret moonlight verse
set to music
only we could hear
But sadly now
our Celestial Victrola
is broken
and I so miss
the tune it played
#poetry