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dáel writes poetry.
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And our hearts cross together
and pour from one to the other and back and forth,
weaving the fabric of a history that goes on and moves forward.

running towards the end of my own existence (unreleased)
December 16, 2025 at 6:39 AM
There are places that distance hides, but that the sun will always illuminate.

hellín (2022)
December 16, 2025 at 4:38 AM
But death does not have to be painful.
Death can be beautiful.
Death can be a celebration.

alone (2019)
December 16, 2025 at 3:39 AM
are we scared of human contact? is it the interaction that's too much for us?

routes (unreleased)
December 16, 2025 at 1:59 AM
Left intact in eternity, ascending heavenward together,
fleeting, completely washed in the smoke that made us
disappear from the face of this, our Earth.

running towards the end of my own existence (unreleased)
December 15, 2025 at 10:24 PM
i. to that pizzza place in cumberland,
to my first time ever seeing and touching snow,
to all my friends, to the forests,
to peace.

grapes (2021)
December 15, 2025 at 8:28 PM
I AM CREATION
AND CREATION IS ART.

I WILL CREATE (2019)
December 15, 2025 at 6:37 PM
A vision like a constant blur,
a stream of instances,
all of your smiling face as you responded
to something I had said or done.

your ghost in the vision, my obsession, an endless sea (unreleased)
December 15, 2025 at 4:36 PM
There are places that distance hides, but that the sun will always illuminate.

hellín (2022)
December 15, 2025 at 2:29 PM
i don't want to run through town ever again.
i never want to see the blue light again.

to Isabel (2020)
December 15, 2025 at 12:55 PM
as we hide in complete desolation
no halos left shining
eyes filled with stubborness
as we point our heads down.

we hide under houses of marble (unreleased)
December 15, 2025 at 10:31 AM
i'm never getting it back
but i guess it's what i wanted.

clothes (unreleased)
December 15, 2025 at 8:37 AM
Scents I will never be able to capture on paper.
Realities which escape me.

five poems (2022)
December 15, 2025 at 6:40 AM
i just know i am where i wanted to be
i just know, i've found it
if i ever fall to sleep eternally
i know it has to be here.

new state of mind (2019)
December 15, 2025 at 4:44 AM
A feeling that the only time she will ever truly be happy
and free from that vision that kills her while alive
will be once ascended, her body laying in my arms.

running towards the end of my own existence (unreleased)
December 15, 2025 at 2:03 AM
all the ways i try to break my own mind and constantly change
so at least i can feel like i'm doing something, like i'm still alive.

feel alive (2021)
December 14, 2025 at 10:22 PM
Why? Why do we allow this?
Why do we have deaf ears?
Why does nobody seem to do anything?

machine B (unreleased)
December 14, 2025 at 8:26 PM
now i know that, whatever it is that i want to be
if i want to be happy, i must keep being me.

metamorphosis (unreleased)
December 14, 2025 at 6:32 PM
I see ourselves shining like a second sun over the trees,
our bodies being slowly consumed by the Earth,
going back to its own roots, slowly forgetting us.

running towards the end of my own existence (unreleased)
December 14, 2025 at 4:28 PM
With childish innocence we close our eyes
as if reality dissipated out
of our empty eyes.
As if they did not exist anymore.

machine A (unreleased)
December 14, 2025 at 2:21 PM
i wonder if repeatedly watching myself
lose my personhood to prescribed medication
or lose my dignity to being ridiculed in public
count as a form of self-harm.

what do i do if all i fantasize about is vomiting blood? (2022)
December 14, 2025 at 12:46 PM
Your wings are broken, angel,
why are you here?
Open your eyes and answer me,
why does your heart beat again?

corrupted angels (2018)
December 14, 2025 at 10:24 AM
Perhaps it was just me.
Perhaps I was meant for something else.
Perhaps I never belonged to this world at all.

feel (2019)
December 14, 2025 at 8:30 AM
It has happened again.

come (2019)
December 14, 2025 at 6:35 AM
lvi. you ask yourself whether you've ever
had wings before, but you insist that it
could only be your imagination.
you've never had wings, have you?

a comprehensive guide (2020)
December 14, 2025 at 4:38 AM