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#potential #vss365 #owl_nightsky
Transition of Scars
Adversity sharpens its blade against me,
cutting until my skin is a map
of wounds and scars,
each line etched with cruelty.
The weight of torment shatters my soul,
and silence grows heavy—
an echo of despair pressing down.
…
Transition of Scars
Adversity sharpens its blade against me,
cutting until my skin is a map
of wounds and scars,
each line etched with cruelty.
The weight of torment shatters my soul,
and silence grows heavy—
an echo of despair pressing down.
…
September 12, 2025 at 12:01 PM
#potential #vss365 #owl_nightsky
Transition of Scars
Adversity sharpens its blade against me,
cutting until my skin is a map
of wounds and scars,
each line etched with cruelty.
The weight of torment shatters my soul,
and silence grows heavy—
an echo of despair pressing down.
…
Transition of Scars
Adversity sharpens its blade against me,
cutting until my skin is a map
of wounds and scars,
each line etched with cruelty.
The weight of torment shatters my soul,
and silence grows heavy—
an echo of despair pressing down.
…
#exhausted #vss365 #owl_nightsky
Exhausted Spirit
I feel exhausted each day,
though I do nothing
but sit in a chair,
watching time seep away
like poison through my veins.
…
Exhausted Spirit
I feel exhausted each day,
though I do nothing
but sit in a chair,
watching time seep away
like poison through my veins.
…
September 11, 2025 at 11:24 AM
#exhausted #vss365 #owl_nightsky
Exhausted Spirit
I feel exhausted each day,
though I do nothing
but sit in a chair,
watching time seep away
like poison through my veins.
…
Exhausted Spirit
I feel exhausted each day,
though I do nothing
but sit in a chair,
watching time seep away
like poison through my veins.
…
#bearable #vss365 #owl_nightsky
All suffering is bearable
if only a brightness appeared ahead—
a flicker, a lantern,
a star to guide my weary steps.
But in Doom City
the sky is blackened,
and I have endured too long.
…
All suffering is bearable
if only a brightness appeared ahead—
a flicker, a lantern,
a star to guide my weary steps.
But in Doom City
the sky is blackened,
and I have endured too long.
…
September 10, 2025 at 11:50 AM
#bearable #vss365 #owl_nightsky
All suffering is bearable
if only a brightness appeared ahead—
a flicker, a lantern,
a star to guide my weary steps.
But in Doom City
the sky is blackened,
and I have endured too long.
…
All suffering is bearable
if only a brightness appeared ahead—
a flicker, a lantern,
a star to guide my weary steps.
But in Doom City
the sky is blackened,
and I have endured too long.
…
#wrapper #vss365 #owl_nightsky
A beautiful wrapper—
glittering, bright,
the painted mask of false delight.
It covers the rot,
the broken bones beneath,
the graves that stretch
through every street.
…
A beautiful wrapper—
glittering, bright,
the painted mask of false delight.
It covers the rot,
the broken bones beneath,
the graves that stretch
through every street.
…
September 9, 2025 at 10:07 AM
#wrapper #vss365 #owl_nightsky
A beautiful wrapper—
glittering, bright,
the painted mask of false delight.
It covers the rot,
the broken bones beneath,
the graves that stretch
through every street.
…
A beautiful wrapper—
glittering, bright,
the painted mask of false delight.
It covers the rot,
the broken bones beneath,
the graves that stretch
through every street.
…
#power #vss365 #owl_nightsky
If there is only one,
one hand clutching power,
the world bends to his will
like grass beneath a storm.
That hand will not serve the people.
It will serve only itself—
grasping, tearing,
stripping flesh from bone,
silencing every voice
until the air itself obeys.
…
If there is only one,
one hand clutching power,
the world bends to his will
like grass beneath a storm.
That hand will not serve the people.
It will serve only itself—
grasping, tearing,
stripping flesh from bone,
silencing every voice
until the air itself obeys.
…
September 8, 2025 at 10:30 AM
#power #vss365 #owl_nightsky
If there is only one,
one hand clutching power,
the world bends to his will
like grass beneath a storm.
That hand will not serve the people.
It will serve only itself—
grasping, tearing,
stripping flesh from bone,
silencing every voice
until the air itself obeys.
…
If there is only one,
one hand clutching power,
the world bends to his will
like grass beneath a storm.
That hand will not serve the people.
It will serve only itself—
grasping, tearing,
stripping flesh from bone,
silencing every voice
until the air itself obeys.
…
#doorway #vss365 #owl_nightsky
I found a book buried in dust,
its pages trembling beneath my hands.
When I opened it,
the air thickened with whispers,
and every word became a doorway,
pulling me through corridors
of countless lives not my own.
…
I found a book buried in dust,
its pages trembling beneath my hands.
When I opened it,
the air thickened with whispers,
and every word became a doorway,
pulling me through corridors
of countless lives not my own.
…
September 7, 2025 at 10:50 AM
#doorway #vss365 #owl_nightsky
I found a book buried in dust,
its pages trembling beneath my hands.
When I opened it,
the air thickened with whispers,
and every word became a doorway,
pulling me through corridors
of countless lives not my own.
…
I found a book buried in dust,
its pages trembling beneath my hands.
When I opened it,
the air thickened with whispers,
and every word became a doorway,
pulling me through corridors
of countless lives not my own.
…
#chance #vss365 #owl_nightsky
I have been running,
running ahead into the black horizon,
chasing my chance
as if it were a phantom calling me forward.
…
I have been running,
running ahead into the black horizon,
chasing my chance
as if it were a phantom calling me forward.
…
September 6, 2025 at 11:13 AM
#chance #vss365 #owl_nightsky
I have been running,
running ahead into the black horizon,
chasing my chance
as if it were a phantom calling me forward.
…
I have been running,
running ahead into the black horizon,
chasing my chance
as if it were a phantom calling me forward.
…
#article #vss365 #owl_nightsky
In Doom City, the air is thick with dread,
the Devil’s scripture etched in blood-red.
Each soul must bow to his decree,
though every word is mockery.
…
In Doom City, the air is thick with dread,
the Devil’s scripture etched in blood-red.
Each soul must bow to his decree,
though every word is mockery.
…
September 5, 2025 at 9:28 AM
#article #vss365 #owl_nightsky
In Doom City, the air is thick with dread,
the Devil’s scripture etched in blood-red.
Each soul must bow to his decree,
though every word is mockery.
…
In Doom City, the air is thick with dread,
the Devil’s scripture etched in blood-red.
Each soul must bow to his decree,
though every word is mockery.
…
#conscious #vss365 #owl_nightsky
I drift above the broken spires,
Where Doom City smolders in endless fires.
Its streets are rivers of grief and ash,
Its walls are carved with sorrow’s gash.
…
I drift above the broken spires,
Where Doom City smolders in endless fires.
Its streets are rivers of grief and ash,
Its walls are carved with sorrow’s gash.
…
September 4, 2025 at 12:21 PM
#conscious #vss365 #owl_nightsky
I drift above the broken spires,
Where Doom City smolders in endless fires.
Its streets are rivers of grief and ash,
Its walls are carved with sorrow’s gash.
…
I drift above the broken spires,
Where Doom City smolders in endless fires.
Its streets are rivers of grief and ash,
Its walls are carved with sorrow’s gash.
…
#arbitrary #vss365 #owl_nightsky
I once carved a path in stone,
A goal etched deeply, mine alone.
Each step measured, precise, defined,
A scaffold rising from my mind.
…
I once carved a path in stone,
A goal etched deeply, mine alone.
Each step measured, precise, defined,
A scaffold rising from my mind.
…
September 3, 2025 at 11:44 AM
#arbitrary #vss365 #owl_nightsky
I once carved a path in stone,
A goal etched deeply, mine alone.
Each step measured, precise, defined,
A scaffold rising from my mind.
…
I once carved a path in stone,
A goal etched deeply, mine alone.
Each step measured, precise, defined,
A scaffold rising from my mind.
…
#elude #vss365 #owl_nightsky
Those in the human world wear masks of grace,
Kind smiles painted on a cunning face.
They laugh with honey, they speak with gold,
But inside their veins runs venom cold.
…
Those in the human world wear masks of grace,
Kind smiles painted on a cunning face.
They laugh with honey, they speak with gold,
But inside their veins runs venom cold.
…
September 2, 2025 at 12:42 PM
#elude #vss365 #owl_nightsky
Those in the human world wear masks of grace,
Kind smiles painted on a cunning face.
They laugh with honey, they speak with gold,
But inside their veins runs venom cold.
…
Those in the human world wear masks of grace,
Kind smiles painted on a cunning face.
They laugh with honey, they speak with gold,
But inside their veins runs venom cold.
…
#past #vss365 #owl_nightsky
For six long years, the whispers remain,
Soft words of mercy, sharp words of disdain:
“Let it go, let it go, forget the past.
Move on, walk forward, be free at last.”
Yet the past clings tight, a rusted chain,
Its echoes gnaw, its shadows stain.
…
For six long years, the whispers remain,
Soft words of mercy, sharp words of disdain:
“Let it go, let it go, forget the past.
Move on, walk forward, be free at last.”
Yet the past clings tight, a rusted chain,
Its echoes gnaw, its shadows stain.
…
September 1, 2025 at 9:20 AM
#past #vss365 #owl_nightsky
For six long years, the whispers remain,
Soft words of mercy, sharp words of disdain:
“Let it go, let it go, forget the past.
Move on, walk forward, be free at last.”
Yet the past clings tight, a rusted chain,
Its echoes gnaw, its shadows stain.
…
For six long years, the whispers remain,
Soft words of mercy, sharp words of disdain:
“Let it go, let it go, forget the past.
Move on, walk forward, be free at last.”
Yet the past clings tight, a rusted chain,
Its echoes gnaw, its shadows stain.
…
#owl_nightsky #poem
Everywhere and Nowhere
With a resounding bang,
the weight of false tongues shattered—
accusations, unfair judgments,
the heavy pain I endured
exploded into silence.
…
Everywhere and Nowhere
With a resounding bang,
the weight of false tongues shattered—
accusations, unfair judgments,
the heavy pain I endured
exploded into silence.
…
August 30, 2025 at 5:37 PM
#owl_nightsky #poem
Everywhere and Nowhere
With a resounding bang,
the weight of false tongues shattered—
accusations, unfair judgments,
the heavy pain I endured
exploded into silence.
…
Everywhere and Nowhere
With a resounding bang,
the weight of false tongues shattered—
accusations, unfair judgments,
the heavy pain I endured
exploded into silence.
…
#contellation #vss365 #owl_nightsky
Since the Devil seized the hours of day,
I buried my sunlit self in shadows,
and rose with the owl’s cry,
a nocturnal creature with trembling claws of will.
…
Since the Devil seized the hours of day,
I buried my sunlit self in shadows,
and rose with the owl’s cry,
a nocturnal creature with trembling claws of will.
…
August 30, 2025 at 2:55 PM
#contellation #vss365 #owl_nightsky
Since the Devil seized the hours of day,
I buried my sunlit self in shadows,
and rose with the owl’s cry,
a nocturnal creature with trembling claws of will.
…
Since the Devil seized the hours of day,
I buried my sunlit self in shadows,
and rose with the owl’s cry,
a nocturnal creature with trembling claws of will.
…
#pungent #vss365 #owl_nightsky
Upon the corpse of Doom City,
the Devil built his theater of horror.
He stitched curtains from torn skin,
and spread ashes across the ground
as if it were velvet for kings of rot.
Yet the air betrayed him…
Upon the corpse of Doom City,
the Devil built his theater of horror.
He stitched curtains from torn skin,
and spread ashes across the ground
as if it were velvet for kings of rot.
Yet the air betrayed him…
August 29, 2025 at 2:05 PM
#pungent #vss365 #owl_nightsky
Upon the corpse of Doom City,
the Devil built his theater of horror.
He stitched curtains from torn skin,
and spread ashes across the ground
as if it were velvet for kings of rot.
Yet the air betrayed him…
Upon the corpse of Doom City,
the Devil built his theater of horror.
He stitched curtains from torn skin,
and spread ashes across the ground
as if it were velvet for kings of rot.
Yet the air betrayed him…
#malignant #vss365 #owl_nightsky
They fed her sweetness laced with rot,
a banquet of praises where poison was taught.
Her cradle was carved from deceit and pride,
their malignant love pressed close, tongue-tied.
….
They fed her sweetness laced with rot,
a banquet of praises where poison was taught.
Her cradle was carved from deceit and pride,
their malignant love pressed close, tongue-tied.
….
August 28, 2025 at 2:39 PM
#malignant #vss365 #owl_nightsky
They fed her sweetness laced with rot,
a banquet of praises where poison was taught.
Her cradle was carved from deceit and pride,
their malignant love pressed close, tongue-tied.
….
They fed her sweetness laced with rot,
a banquet of praises where poison was taught.
Her cradle was carved from deceit and pride,
their malignant love pressed close, tongue-tied.
….
#jovial #vss365 #owl_nightsky
I wish to be jovial,
to laugh until the world blurs,
to stumble like a fool
with nothing heavy on my back.
…
I wish to be jovial,
to laugh until the world blurs,
to stumble like a fool
with nothing heavy on my back.
…
August 27, 2025 at 2:20 PM
#jovial #vss365 #owl_nightsky
I wish to be jovial,
to laugh until the world blurs,
to stumble like a fool
with nothing heavy on my back.
…
I wish to be jovial,
to laugh until the world blurs,
to stumble like a fool
with nothing heavy on my back.
…
#sentient #vss365 #owl_nightsky
I am transparent, drifting endlessly in the sky,
yet I am still sentient, still cursed to feel.
I perceive the weight of every sorrow below,
the muffled cries, the quiet deaths,
the dreams left to rot in silence.
…
I am transparent, drifting endlessly in the sky,
yet I am still sentient, still cursed to feel.
I perceive the weight of every sorrow below,
the muffled cries, the quiet deaths,
the dreams left to rot in silence.
…
August 26, 2025 at 1:50 PM
#sentient #vss365 #owl_nightsky
I am transparent, drifting endlessly in the sky,
yet I am still sentient, still cursed to feel.
I perceive the weight of every sorrow below,
the muffled cries, the quiet deaths,
the dreams left to rot in silence.
…
I am transparent, drifting endlessly in the sky,
yet I am still sentient, still cursed to feel.
I perceive the weight of every sorrow below,
the muffled cries, the quiet deaths,
the dreams left to rot in silence.
…
#audacious #vss365 #owl_nightsky
In shadows I linger, nameless and unseen,
A breath from death, yet my spirit stays keen.
A single slip, and my life could decay,
But silence preserves me, and keeps doom at bay.
…
In shadows I linger, nameless and unseen,
A breath from death, yet my spirit stays keen.
A single slip, and my life could decay,
But silence preserves me, and keeps doom at bay.
…
August 25, 2025 at 2:02 PM
#audacious #vss365 #owl_nightsky
In shadows I linger, nameless and unseen,
A breath from death, yet my spirit stays keen.
A single slip, and my life could decay,
But silence preserves me, and keeps doom at bay.
…
In shadows I linger, nameless and unseen,
A breath from death, yet my spirit stays keen.
A single slip, and my life could decay,
But silence preserves me, and keeps doom at bay.
…
#bass #vss365 #owl_nightsky
My heart becomes an unholy drum,
a bass pounding fast and hard,
thrilling my body,
shattering my mind.
…
My heart becomes an unholy drum,
a bass pounding fast and hard,
thrilling my body,
shattering my mind.
…
August 24, 2025 at 2:03 PM
#bass #vss365 #owl_nightsky
My heart becomes an unholy drum,
a bass pounding fast and hard,
thrilling my body,
shattering my mind.
…
My heart becomes an unholy drum,
a bass pounding fast and hard,
thrilling my body,
shattering my mind.
…
#malformed #vss365 #owl_nightsky
I was malformed into a human,
pressed into bones that never fit,
stitched with veins that throb in protest,
born to breathe the ash of cruelty.
…
I was malformed into a human,
pressed into bones that never fit,
stitched with veins that throb in protest,
born to breathe the ash of cruelty.
…
August 23, 2025 at 2:03 PM
#malformed #vss365 #owl_nightsky
I was malformed into a human,
pressed into bones that never fit,
stitched with veins that throb in protest,
born to breathe the ash of cruelty.
…
I was malformed into a human,
pressed into bones that never fit,
stitched with veins that throb in protest,
born to breathe the ash of cruelty.
…
#reek #vss365 #owl_nightsky
Doom City lies still,
a carcass clothed in brittle stone,
its marrow long devoured,
its veins hollow as abandoned streets.
…
Doom City lies still,
a carcass clothed in brittle stone,
its marrow long devoured,
its veins hollow as abandoned streets.
…
August 22, 2025 at 1:54 PM
#reek #vss365 #owl_nightsky
Doom City lies still,
a carcass clothed in brittle stone,
its marrow long devoured,
its veins hollow as abandoned streets.
…
Doom City lies still,
a carcass clothed in brittle stone,
its marrow long devoured,
its veins hollow as abandoned streets.
…
#mundane #vss365 #owl_nightsky
Steel at my side, blood on my hands,
I walk the path carved by command.
Each day repeats, a circle, a chain,
The life of a warrior—dreary, mundane.
…
Steel at my side, blood on my hands,
I walk the path carved by command.
Each day repeats, a circle, a chain,
The life of a warrior—dreary, mundane.
…
August 21, 2025 at 3:12 PM
#mundane #vss365 #owl_nightsky
Steel at my side, blood on my hands,
I walk the path carved by command.
Each day repeats, a circle, a chain,
The life of a warrior—dreary, mundane.
…
Steel at my side, blood on my hands,
I walk the path carved by command.
Each day repeats, a circle, a chain,
The life of a warrior—dreary, mundane.
…
