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“Wonder. Go on and wonder,” - William Faulkner
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“Wonder. Go on and wonder,” - William Faulkner
any pronouns || infj
Open to donation: https://ko-fi.com/sonunser
To be heard
is to act well thought,
Speaking lantern-light
glowing against the dark.
Hold one’s words like gold to your heart
what we say becomes who we are,
and who we are
still longs to be seen.
#poetry
is to act well thought,
Speaking lantern-light
glowing against the dark.
Hold one’s words like gold to your heart
what we say becomes who we are,
and who we are
still longs to be seen.
#poetry
January 1, 2026 at 11:08 AM
To be heard
is to act well thought,
Speaking lantern-light
glowing against the dark.
Hold one’s words like gold to your heart
what we say becomes who we are,
and who we are
still longs to be seen.
#poetry
is to act well thought,
Speaking lantern-light
glowing against the dark.
Hold one’s words like gold to your heart
what we say becomes who we are,
and who we are
still longs to be seen.
#poetry
Snow barren lands cover the horizon,
With an ache for footprints that are starting to fill.
The wind whispers of warmth yet to be known,
Waiting for your shadow to draw near.
#poetry
With an ache for footprints that are starting to fill.
The wind whispers of warmth yet to be known,
Waiting for your shadow to draw near.
#poetry
December 28, 2025 at 4:44 AM
Snow barren lands cover the horizon,
With an ache for footprints that are starting to fill.
The wind whispers of warmth yet to be known,
Waiting for your shadow to draw near.
#poetry
With an ache for footprints that are starting to fill.
The wind whispers of warmth yet to be known,
Waiting for your shadow to draw near.
#poetry
Holier than thou,
Watch your step.
Trip on your own sowed distress.
Perfection,
your illusion,
Superiority,
your downfall.
Blind to the cracks
in your gilded crown.
Humbled from the stumble
as silence swallows your pride.
#poetry
Watch your step.
Trip on your own sowed distress.
Perfection,
your illusion,
Superiority,
your downfall.
Blind to the cracks
in your gilded crown.
Humbled from the stumble
as silence swallows your pride.
#poetry
December 19, 2025 at 4:49 AM
Holier than thou,
Watch your step.
Trip on your own sowed distress.
Perfection,
your illusion,
Superiority,
your downfall.
Blind to the cracks
in your gilded crown.
Humbled from the stumble
as silence swallows your pride.
#poetry
Watch your step.
Trip on your own sowed distress.
Perfection,
your illusion,
Superiority,
your downfall.
Blind to the cracks
in your gilded crown.
Humbled from the stumble
as silence swallows your pride.
#poetry
My heart bleeds nectar as honey drips from my lips. Your presence swathes me in sugar-laced emptiness.
You, keeper of my soul, exist like a ghost which dissolves my sweet skin.
#poetry
You, keeper of my soul, exist like a ghost which dissolves my sweet skin.
#poetry
December 11, 2025 at 11:45 PM
My heart bleeds nectar as honey drips from my lips. Your presence swathes me in sugar-laced emptiness.
You, keeper of my soul, exist like a ghost which dissolves my sweet skin.
#poetry
You, keeper of my soul, exist like a ghost which dissolves my sweet skin.
#poetry
Morning doom strikes on those running behind,
Traffic lights change to stop passersby.
Times have yet to change,
That’s what they say.
Let the weather prove otherwise,
Adding unfamiliarity to the mundane.
#poetry
Traffic lights change to stop passersby.
Times have yet to change,
That’s what they say.
Let the weather prove otherwise,
Adding unfamiliarity to the mundane.
#poetry
December 11, 2025 at 1:14 AM
Morning doom strikes on those running behind,
Traffic lights change to stop passersby.
Times have yet to change,
That’s what they say.
Let the weather prove otherwise,
Adding unfamiliarity to the mundane.
#poetry
Traffic lights change to stop passersby.
Times have yet to change,
That’s what they say.
Let the weather prove otherwise,
Adding unfamiliarity to the mundane.
#poetry
Untimely departure,
Petulance harboured.
Moments left to wither,
Apologies remain unbothered.
Moments now brittle,
And edges untempered.
Silence now the victor,
Two hearts left bared.
#poetry
Petulance harboured.
Moments left to wither,
Apologies remain unbothered.
Moments now brittle,
And edges untempered.
Silence now the victor,
Two hearts left bared.
#poetry
December 3, 2025 at 4:16 AM
Untimely departure,
Petulance harboured.
Moments left to wither,
Apologies remain unbothered.
Moments now brittle,
And edges untempered.
Silence now the victor,
Two hearts left bared.
#poetry
Petulance harboured.
Moments left to wither,
Apologies remain unbothered.
Moments now brittle,
And edges untempered.
Silence now the victor,
Two hearts left bared.
#poetry
Muddled gunk,
feet stuck in clay,
Wading through the weight of yesterday.
Each step slow,
the sky turns gray,
Yet hope still hums beneath the fray.
#poetry
feet stuck in clay,
Wading through the weight of yesterday.
Each step slow,
the sky turns gray,
Yet hope still hums beneath the fray.
#poetry
April 14, 2025 at 4:19 PM
Muddled gunk,
feet stuck in clay,
Wading through the weight of yesterday.
Each step slow,
the sky turns gray,
Yet hope still hums beneath the fray.
#poetry
feet stuck in clay,
Wading through the weight of yesterday.
Each step slow,
the sky turns gray,
Yet hope still hums beneath the fray.
#poetry
Through tunnels dim and shadows deep,
He sings a vow he swore to keep.
Hope flickers strong,
Out of view.
Each step he takes in defiance,
Chasing love,
not death nor light.
#poetry
He sings a vow he swore to keep.
Hope flickers strong,
Out of view.
Each step he takes in defiance,
Chasing love,
not death nor light.
#poetry
April 12, 2025 at 3:17 PM
Through tunnels dim and shadows deep,
He sings a vow he swore to keep.
Hope flickers strong,
Out of view.
Each step he takes in defiance,
Chasing love,
not death nor light.
#poetry
He sings a vow he swore to keep.
Hope flickers strong,
Out of view.
Each step he takes in defiance,
Chasing love,
not death nor light.
#poetry
Closed roads behind,
yet paths converge,
A silent pull,
a whispered urge.
Through tangled dark,
where shadows roam
Flickering light sways away from home.
#poetry
yet paths converge,
A silent pull,
a whispered urge.
Through tangled dark,
where shadows roam
Flickering light sways away from home.
#poetry
April 10, 2025 at 3:09 PM
Closed roads behind,
yet paths converge,
A silent pull,
a whispered urge.
Through tangled dark,
where shadows roam
Flickering light sways away from home.
#poetry
yet paths converge,
A silent pull,
a whispered urge.
Through tangled dark,
where shadows roam
Flickering light sways away from home.
#poetry
Truth unveiled as shadows blur,
Dark paths converge where secrets stir,
Yet through the gloom,
hearts find their light as clouds clear.
#poetry
Dark paths converge where secrets stir,
Yet through the gloom,
hearts find their light as clouds clear.
#poetry
April 9, 2025 at 5:44 AM
Truth unveiled as shadows blur,
Dark paths converge where secrets stir,
Yet through the gloom,
hearts find their light as clouds clear.
#poetry
Dark paths converge where secrets stir,
Yet through the gloom,
hearts find their light as clouds clear.
#poetry
I traded sleep for wondrous dreams,
Where stars would hum in silent streams,
But morning came with heavy eyes
A groggy gift from moonlit skies.
#poetry
Where stars would hum in silent streams,
But morning came with heavy eyes
A groggy gift from moonlit skies.
#poetry
April 7, 2025 at 4:16 AM
I traded sleep for wondrous dreams,
Where stars would hum in silent streams,
But morning came with heavy eyes
A groggy gift from moonlit skies.
#poetry
Where stars would hum in silent streams,
But morning came with heavy eyes
A groggy gift from moonlit skies.
#poetry
Two minds aligned,
walking parallel paths.
Through different steps,
they seek an intersection’s pass.
One speaks in calm,
the other learns with fire,
Both driven forward by a common desire.
#poetry
walking parallel paths.
Through different steps,
they seek an intersection’s pass.
One speaks in calm,
the other learns with fire,
Both driven forward by a common desire.
#poetry
April 4, 2025 at 11:48 PM
Two minds aligned,
walking parallel paths.
Through different steps,
they seek an intersection’s pass.
One speaks in calm,
the other learns with fire,
Both driven forward by a common desire.
#poetry
walking parallel paths.
Through different steps,
they seek an intersection’s pass.
One speaks in calm,
the other learns with fire,
Both driven forward by a common desire.
#poetry
Food on the table,
silence in the air,
Seats empty where laughter once would share,
Bite the hand that feeds,
now shadows plead,
For warmth, for grace, for a gentler need.
#poetry
silence in the air,
Seats empty where laughter once would share,
Bite the hand that feeds,
now shadows plead,
For warmth, for grace, for a gentler need.
#poetry
April 2, 2025 at 2:19 AM
Food on the table,
silence in the air,
Seats empty where laughter once would share,
Bite the hand that feeds,
now shadows plead,
For warmth, for grace, for a gentler need.
#poetry
silence in the air,
Seats empty where laughter once would share,
Bite the hand that feeds,
now shadows plead,
For warmth, for grace, for a gentler need.
#poetry
With a heart of gold,
so warm,
so true.
Yet a mind of stone,
no feeling broke through.
Kindness in action, but silence in tone,
A soul torn between love and the lone.
#poetry
so warm,
so true.
Yet a mind of stone,
no feeling broke through.
Kindness in action, but silence in tone,
A soul torn between love and the lone.
#poetry
April 1, 2025 at 2:43 AM
With a heart of gold,
so warm,
so true.
Yet a mind of stone,
no feeling broke through.
Kindness in action, but silence in tone,
A soul torn between love and the lone.
#poetry
so warm,
so true.
Yet a mind of stone,
no feeling broke through.
Kindness in action, but silence in tone,
A soul torn between love and the lone.
#poetry
Glass half whole,
yet never filled,
A heart that breaks but won’t be stilled.
Time drips slow in dusk’s embrace,
Where shadows wear a grieving face.
#poetry
yet never filled,
A heart that breaks but won’t be stilled.
Time drips slow in dusk’s embrace,
Where shadows wear a grieving face.
#poetry
March 30, 2025 at 3:11 AM
Glass half whole,
yet never filled,
A heart that breaks but won’t be stilled.
Time drips slow in dusk’s embrace,
Where shadows wear a grieving face.
#poetry
yet never filled,
A heart that breaks but won’t be stilled.
Time drips slow in dusk’s embrace,
Where shadows wear a grieving face.
#poetry
Empty thoughts, shallow graves,
Where silence drowns where hope once gave.
Humming winds sing to ghosts that never leave.
Softened gaze,
Tortured soul,
a weathered role,
Still chasing light it cannot hold.
#poetry
Where silence drowns where hope once gave.
Humming winds sing to ghosts that never leave.
Softened gaze,
Tortured soul,
a weathered role,
Still chasing light it cannot hold.
#poetry
March 29, 2025 at 2:29 AM
Empty thoughts, shallow graves,
Where silence drowns where hope once gave.
Humming winds sing to ghosts that never leave.
Softened gaze,
Tortured soul,
a weathered role,
Still chasing light it cannot hold.
#poetry
Where silence drowns where hope once gave.
Humming winds sing to ghosts that never leave.
Softened gaze,
Tortured soul,
a weathered role,
Still chasing light it cannot hold.
#poetry
Climbing peaks with trembling hands,
Chasing dreams with gleams so bright,
But every step leaves footprints thin,
A voices call from valleys low.
A gentle plea that haunts my soul
What good is gold at mountain's crown.
If love and laughter are no where to be found?
#poetry
Chasing dreams with gleams so bright,
But every step leaves footprints thin,
A voices call from valleys low.
A gentle plea that haunts my soul
What good is gold at mountain's crown.
If love and laughter are no where to be found?
#poetry
March 25, 2025 at 4:38 AM
Climbing peaks with trembling hands,
Chasing dreams with gleams so bright,
But every step leaves footprints thin,
A voices call from valleys low.
A gentle plea that haunts my soul
What good is gold at mountain's crown.
If love and laughter are no where to be found?
#poetry
Chasing dreams with gleams so bright,
But every step leaves footprints thin,
A voices call from valleys low.
A gentle plea that haunts my soul
What good is gold at mountain's crown.
If love and laughter are no where to be found?
#poetry
Pure petals drift on gentle breeze,
Like whispers soft in morning light,
White blooms adorn the quiet trees,
Their fragrance lingers,
calm and sweet.
With silent song that blooms where hearts may meet.
#poetry
Like whispers soft in morning light,
White blooms adorn the quiet trees,
Their fragrance lingers,
calm and sweet.
With silent song that blooms where hearts may meet.
#poetry
March 23, 2025 at 3:36 AM
Pure petals drift on gentle breeze,
Like whispers soft in morning light,
White blooms adorn the quiet trees,
Their fragrance lingers,
calm and sweet.
With silent song that blooms where hearts may meet.
#poetry
Like whispers soft in morning light,
White blooms adorn the quiet trees,
Their fragrance lingers,
calm and sweet.
With silent song that blooms where hearts may meet.
#poetry
Soul bare,
Enveloped in your embrace.
Each heartbeat echoing your trace.
Heart ablaze,
Your presence holds space.
In the confines of my mind,
Where memories linger,
tender and kind.
#poetry
Enveloped in your embrace.
Each heartbeat echoing your trace.
Heart ablaze,
Your presence holds space.
In the confines of my mind,
Where memories linger,
tender and kind.
#poetry
March 20, 2025 at 4:14 AM
Soul bare,
Enveloped in your embrace.
Each heartbeat echoing your trace.
Heart ablaze,
Your presence holds space.
In the confines of my mind,
Where memories linger,
tender and kind.
#poetry
Enveloped in your embrace.
Each heartbeat echoing your trace.
Heart ablaze,
Your presence holds space.
In the confines of my mind,
Where memories linger,
tender and kind.
#poetry
Information overloaded,
without a single neuron to latch onto.
With a clock ticking and a heart heavy,
It seems studies have left one
Hollow skulled.
Beware the cautionary tale,
cramming is not for the faint hearted.
#poetry
without a single neuron to latch onto.
With a clock ticking and a heart heavy,
It seems studies have left one
Hollow skulled.
Beware the cautionary tale,
cramming is not for the faint hearted.
#poetry
March 19, 2025 at 1:21 AM
Information overloaded,
without a single neuron to latch onto.
With a clock ticking and a heart heavy,
It seems studies have left one
Hollow skulled.
Beware the cautionary tale,
cramming is not for the faint hearted.
#poetry
without a single neuron to latch onto.
With a clock ticking and a heart heavy,
It seems studies have left one
Hollow skulled.
Beware the cautionary tale,
cramming is not for the faint hearted.
#poetry
This dance of flicks and spins
On rods that twist the plastic pitch.
With a quick mind you’ll ask,
Who control the stage?
The ball gliding fast from toe to toe,
A sudden strike!
The scoreboard glows,
A sole cheer erupts as a rival scorns,
Table soccer,
A thrilling war.
#poetry
On rods that twist the plastic pitch.
With a quick mind you’ll ask,
Who control the stage?
The ball gliding fast from toe to toe,
A sudden strike!
The scoreboard glows,
A sole cheer erupts as a rival scorns,
Table soccer,
A thrilling war.
#poetry
March 17, 2025 at 10:07 PM
This dance of flicks and spins
On rods that twist the plastic pitch.
With a quick mind you’ll ask,
Who control the stage?
The ball gliding fast from toe to toe,
A sudden strike!
The scoreboard glows,
A sole cheer erupts as a rival scorns,
Table soccer,
A thrilling war.
#poetry
On rods that twist the plastic pitch.
With a quick mind you’ll ask,
Who control the stage?
The ball gliding fast from toe to toe,
A sudden strike!
The scoreboard glows,
A sole cheer erupts as a rival scorns,
Table soccer,
A thrilling war.
#poetry
Shadows in which silence dwells,
A temptress mind spins endless spells.
Stirring old wounds,
reviving lost days,
Entrapping thoughts in a tangled maze.
#poetry
A temptress mind spins endless spells.
Stirring old wounds,
reviving lost days,
Entrapping thoughts in a tangled maze.
#poetry
March 15, 2025 at 12:49 PM
Shadows in which silence dwells,
A temptress mind spins endless spells.
Stirring old wounds,
reviving lost days,
Entrapping thoughts in a tangled maze.
#poetry
A temptress mind spins endless spells.
Stirring old wounds,
reviving lost days,
Entrapping thoughts in a tangled maze.
#poetry
An early passersby rolls off their heavy moonlit shoulders.
Slowly,
watching, observing, and experiencing the sky.
Introducing the dawn of a new season.
Waiting to witness, another change.
#poetry
Slowly,
watching, observing, and experiencing the sky.
Introducing the dawn of a new season.
Waiting to witness, another change.
#poetry
March 13, 2025 at 8:18 PM
An early passersby rolls off their heavy moonlit shoulders.
Slowly,
watching, observing, and experiencing the sky.
Introducing the dawn of a new season.
Waiting to witness, another change.
#poetry
Slowly,
watching, observing, and experiencing the sky.
Introducing the dawn of a new season.
Waiting to witness, another change.
#poetry
A passage of time that's ever changing,
a new flower begins to blossom.
In turn, the winds tell their tricks to the foliage that come anew.
The day breaks lazily,
such a frigid luxury.
Batting twice before the birds sing their melody of the morning rise.
#poetry
a new flower begins to blossom.
In turn, the winds tell their tricks to the foliage that come anew.
The day breaks lazily,
such a frigid luxury.
Batting twice before the birds sing their melody of the morning rise.
#poetry
March 12, 2025 at 9:40 PM
A passage of time that's ever changing,
a new flower begins to blossom.
In turn, the winds tell their tricks to the foliage that come anew.
The day breaks lazily,
such a frigid luxury.
Batting twice before the birds sing their melody of the morning rise.
#poetry
a new flower begins to blossom.
In turn, the winds tell their tricks to the foliage that come anew.
The day breaks lazily,
such a frigid luxury.
Batting twice before the birds sing their melody of the morning rise.
#poetry