Spring has yet to come
Summer lights loitering the unfazed busy city,
Stricken with sickly, syrupy nostalgia, scenes in complete playback,
I didn't mind, I thought, as long as I can keep the vase intact,
Summer lights loitering the unfazed busy city,
Stricken with sickly, syrupy nostalgia, scenes in complete playback,
I didn't mind, I thought, as long as I can keep the vase intact,
April 27, 2025 at 2:23 PM
Spring has yet to come
Summer lights loitering the unfazed busy city,
Stricken with sickly, syrupy nostalgia, scenes in complete playback,
I didn't mind, I thought, as long as I can keep the vase intact,
Summer lights loitering the unfazed busy city,
Stricken with sickly, syrupy nostalgia, scenes in complete playback,
I didn't mind, I thought, as long as I can keep the vase intact,
I bought a matcha milktea like I always do
The same size, the same amount I would pay at the store front
The cat also had the same curve, as it slept minding no chant
I always sat at the corner, waiting for the drink to be brewed
and off I go, the newly made tea, I walked the same
The same size, the same amount I would pay at the store front
The cat also had the same curve, as it slept minding no chant
I always sat at the corner, waiting for the drink to be brewed
and off I go, the newly made tea, I walked the same
April 17, 2025 at 11:29 AM
I bought a matcha milktea like I always do
The same size, the same amount I would pay at the store front
The cat also had the same curve, as it slept minding no chant
I always sat at the corner, waiting for the drink to be brewed
and off I go, the newly made tea, I walked the same
The same size, the same amount I would pay at the store front
The cat also had the same curve, as it slept minding no chant
I always sat at the corner, waiting for the drink to be brewed
and off I go, the newly made tea, I walked the same
the washed out colors of sunset sanitized the world of its impurities
from the usual striking red, it felt to me it stretched out its warm hands
she's a lot mellow than she is
you shan't cry, said the oldy blues,
reach me out, you have yet to be far, resounding pleas
from the usual striking red, it felt to me it stretched out its warm hands
she's a lot mellow than she is
you shan't cry, said the oldy blues,
reach me out, you have yet to be far, resounding pleas
April 17, 2025 at 11:28 AM
the washed out colors of sunset sanitized the world of its impurities
from the usual striking red, it felt to me it stretched out its warm hands
she's a lot mellow than she is
you shan't cry, said the oldy blues,
reach me out, you have yet to be far, resounding pleas
from the usual striking red, it felt to me it stretched out its warm hands
she's a lot mellow than she is
you shan't cry, said the oldy blues,
reach me out, you have yet to be far, resounding pleas
I hope you find me in an empty classroom,
Singing a lullaby, solemn,
Endearingly, may it reach your cosmos,
I'll have it etched into the back of your eyes,
This melody that'll pluck these red strings,
Red strings with shredded ends.
Singing a lullaby, solemn,
Endearingly, may it reach your cosmos,
I'll have it etched into the back of your eyes,
This melody that'll pluck these red strings,
Red strings with shredded ends.
April 17, 2025 at 11:23 AM
I hope you find me in an empty classroom,
Singing a lullaby, solemn,
Endearingly, may it reach your cosmos,
I'll have it etched into the back of your eyes,
This melody that'll pluck these red strings,
Red strings with shredded ends.
Singing a lullaby, solemn,
Endearingly, may it reach your cosmos,
I'll have it etched into the back of your eyes,
This melody that'll pluck these red strings,
Red strings with shredded ends.
This quarter of my life has been piled up ironies after another.
April 10, 2025 at 2:22 PM
This quarter of my life has been piled up ironies after another.
Breath of fresh wind,
It's momentarily,
It hurts,
Flooding you with kindness,
Tastes like the truth,
It sparkles.
It's momentarily,
It hurts,
Flooding you with kindness,
Tastes like the truth,
It sparkles.
April 1, 2025 at 3:04 AM
Breath of fresh wind,
It's momentarily,
It hurts,
Flooding you with kindness,
Tastes like the truth,
It sparkles.
It's momentarily,
It hurts,
Flooding you with kindness,
Tastes like the truth,
It sparkles.
These conflicting feelings that I wish will never reach the skies,
Red ties swarming around, too shallow to be called love.
Red ties swarming around, too shallow to be called love.
March 5, 2025 at 7:43 AM
These conflicting feelings that I wish will never reach the skies,
Red ties swarming around, too shallow to be called love.
Red ties swarming around, too shallow to be called love.
numb it all out, 'till you're stripped of yourself
February 25, 2025 at 9:41 AM
numb it all out, 'till you're stripped of yourself
Dragging this body made of clownery,
I can't do it, no more,
Mortifying saliva drips out,
Slitting its way,
The air could only cut itself
I can't do it, no more,
Mortifying saliva drips out,
Slitting its way,
The air could only cut itself
February 5, 2025 at 11:07 AM
Dragging this body made of clownery,
I can't do it, no more,
Mortifying saliva drips out,
Slitting its way,
The air could only cut itself
I can't do it, no more,
Mortifying saliva drips out,
Slitting its way,
The air could only cut itself
Hiding the stench by lacing a slight drop of perfume,
Burying the burnt one,
Be the foolish one,
Oh dear, numb it all,
Keep your throat under the cages,
and be the villain.
Burying the burnt one,
Be the foolish one,
Oh dear, numb it all,
Keep your throat under the cages,
and be the villain.
January 29, 2025 at 1:01 PM
Hiding the stench by lacing a slight drop of perfume,
Burying the burnt one,
Be the foolish one,
Oh dear, numb it all,
Keep your throat under the cages,
and be the villain.
Burying the burnt one,
Be the foolish one,
Oh dear, numb it all,
Keep your throat under the cages,
and be the villain.
My dream eats away,
Further, it doesn't have to be this way,
Continue spinning, get dizzy without a say.
Further, it doesn't have to be this way,
Continue spinning, get dizzy without a say.
January 24, 2025 at 9:47 AM
My dream eats away,
Further, it doesn't have to be this way,
Continue spinning, get dizzy without a say.
Further, it doesn't have to be this way,
Continue spinning, get dizzy without a say.
It seems that I haven't changed, I fear I haven't since this way would be "fine".
In the end, everything flew like sparkles of a firefly. All that's left is me, enclosed into the event horizon of a black hole, devouring everything but never being able to go back to the once already "perfect".
In the end, everything flew like sparkles of a firefly. All that's left is me, enclosed into the event horizon of a black hole, devouring everything but never being able to go back to the once already "perfect".
January 24, 2025 at 9:46 AM
It seems that I haven't changed, I fear I haven't since this way would be "fine".
In the end, everything flew like sparkles of a firefly. All that's left is me, enclosed into the event horizon of a black hole, devouring everything but never being able to go back to the once already "perfect".
In the end, everything flew like sparkles of a firefly. All that's left is me, enclosed into the event horizon of a black hole, devouring everything but never being able to go back to the once already "perfect".
Loop of thoughts rush in,
Like indestructible laces,
I'm wretched, gritting,
At wit's end,
I can numb it all out, right?
Like indestructible laces,
I'm wretched, gritting,
At wit's end,
I can numb it all out, right?
January 21, 2025 at 8:53 AM
Loop of thoughts rush in,
Like indestructible laces,
I'm wretched, gritting,
At wit's end,
I can numb it all out, right?
Like indestructible laces,
I'm wretched, gritting,
At wit's end,
I can numb it all out, right?
how foul your mouth can get?
until the flowers wither right at your front?
until you get shunned by everyone,
at their last resort, how ugly can you get?
until the flowers wither right at your front?
until you get shunned by everyone,
at their last resort, how ugly can you get?
December 16, 2024 at 5:32 AM
how foul your mouth can get?
until the flowers wither right at your front?
until you get shunned by everyone,
at their last resort, how ugly can you get?
until the flowers wither right at your front?
until you get shunned by everyone,
at their last resort, how ugly can you get?
Violets are to my liking,
Mesmerizing, almost hypnotizing,
Why is it that,
They are not acknowledged as roses do?
Perhaps, It is too icking,
Or was it because they are not so loving?
I don't really know,
That flowers are a thing of romance
Mesmerizing, almost hypnotizing,
Why is it that,
They are not acknowledged as roses do?
Perhaps, It is too icking,
Or was it because they are not so loving?
I don't really know,
That flowers are a thing of romance
December 12, 2024 at 7:53 AM
Violets are to my liking,
Mesmerizing, almost hypnotizing,
Why is it that,
They are not acknowledged as roses do?
Perhaps, It is too icking,
Or was it because they are not so loving?
I don't really know,
That flowers are a thing of romance
Mesmerizing, almost hypnotizing,
Why is it that,
They are not acknowledged as roses do?
Perhaps, It is too icking,
Or was it because they are not so loving?
I don't really know,
That flowers are a thing of romance
Dandelions shriveling in my yard
The you I so not acknowledge yet
The one I try to fluctuate
The sun inside
Defying everything but not
The you I abhor.
Trace me aback
And be one of the flock
Was it really happiness
That's raising you in the terrace?
Maybe, It is all but a replicate.
The you I so not acknowledge yet
The one I try to fluctuate
The sun inside
Defying everything but not
The you I abhor.
Trace me aback
And be one of the flock
Was it really happiness
That's raising you in the terrace?
Maybe, It is all but a replicate.
December 12, 2024 at 7:45 AM
Dandelions shriveling in my yard
The you I so not acknowledge yet
The one I try to fluctuate
The sun inside
Defying everything but not
The you I abhor.
Trace me aback
And be one of the flock
Was it really happiness
That's raising you in the terrace?
Maybe, It is all but a replicate.
The you I so not acknowledge yet
The one I try to fluctuate
The sun inside
Defying everything but not
The you I abhor.
Trace me aback
And be one of the flock
Was it really happiness
That's raising you in the terrace?
Maybe, It is all but a replicate.
sunlit skies sure are fluttering
December 4, 2024 at 12:25 PM
sunlit skies sure are fluttering
How ridiculous would it be
To seek white lilies
Now that I've sought them
Thousand millipedes
Crawl out in the mouth of mine
How ironic would it be
To receive happiness
While ever experiencing
The immense sting
Of this knife inked
To seek white lilies
Now that I've sought them
Thousand millipedes
Crawl out in the mouth of mine
How ironic would it be
To receive happiness
While ever experiencing
The immense sting
Of this knife inked
December 3, 2024 at 1:16 PM
How ridiculous would it be
To seek white lilies
Now that I've sought them
Thousand millipedes
Crawl out in the mouth of mine
How ironic would it be
To receive happiness
While ever experiencing
The immense sting
Of this knife inked
To seek white lilies
Now that I've sought them
Thousand millipedes
Crawl out in the mouth of mine
How ironic would it be
To receive happiness
While ever experiencing
The immense sting
Of this knife inked
The skies, vastly blue
Almost gut-pulling
I wish for happiness
while melancholy strikes
like the planes passing
Almost gut-pulling
I wish for happiness
while melancholy strikes
like the planes passing
November 28, 2024 at 10:34 AM
The skies, vastly blue
Almost gut-pulling
I wish for happiness
while melancholy strikes
like the planes passing
Almost gut-pulling
I wish for happiness
while melancholy strikes
like the planes passing
"It's not the end"
Then, why am I witnessing angels diverge?
From all four corners, from all hind edge,
Only that of my soul has nowhere to stand.
Then, why am I witnessing angels diverge?
From all four corners, from all hind edge,
Only that of my soul has nowhere to stand.
November 4, 2024 at 1:32 PM
"It's not the end"
Then, why am I witnessing angels diverge?
From all four corners, from all hind edge,
Only that of my soul has nowhere to stand.
Then, why am I witnessing angels diverge?
From all four corners, from all hind edge,
Only that of my soul has nowhere to stand.