Puncturing flows of buttery colors, exposed in Post and pre-nuptial showmanship. Function control, Amusing instrumental, effusive ode to hold this angel to a centerpiece. Basil, with cloves, of energy that exposed a masterful synergy, A weeded rustled drone that tumbled a quiet depiction of the color blue on a petal, Succulent. Moss grows on myContinue reading “Satin and Snapdragons: A Poetic Tapestry”
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Guillotine Lust: Secrets and Desires
Particle physics; radiation courses through every speck and grain, But that didn’t mean infecting the inflections as per your hypothetical claim. Bite the bullet, swallow the pistol; it shoots, Harboring a hollow feeling, sipping Miller to boot. Coil-gripped Corona, drowning out social persona, We’re evolving into moths, wallowing toward the Murky gray skies. Yeah, theContinue reading “Guillotine Lust: Secrets and Desires”
Empyrean Cosmos: Inner Reflections
Empyrean cosmos. This feeling I swallow; it’s real. It’s hollow, but it’s there. I know it. It’s growing, a hole full of sorrow; it’s weird. Some sort of eerie control. It has sculpted out a grave in my heart, it’s six feet into my soul. A clay soldier statue that’s woven and wound up byContinue reading “Empyrean Cosmos: Inner Reflections”
2 AM Reverie Again: A Journey Through Abstract Emotions
It’s 2 am. I feel interconnected through any vine or snippet of life, A perennial inflorescence of any 6 seconds chimed. Success is a hive, hummingbird wings in slow motion, Hearing the crickets sing, so monotone yet obscurely composed. Feels like they’re talking to me, as I walk on the leaves that I cross, Demure,Continue reading “2 AM Reverie Again: A Journey Through Abstract Emotions”
JOURNAL: Hot Chocolate: Embracing the Cold: A Symphony of Senses in Winter’s Embrace
I ventured out into the cold abyss today, my eyes lethargic, stinging from the relentless grip of allergies. The dog’s chain clinked against his collar, echoing like a sinister omen in the frigid night. Shadows, those distorted and enigmatic forms, spun my head into a dizzying frenzy. Their eerie, rigid nature unsettled me. Then, itContinue reading “JOURNAL: Hot Chocolate: Embracing the Cold: A Symphony of Senses in Winter’s Embrace”
JOURNAL: Reflections on a Complex Relationship
It has been a while since we last connected. I hope you’re doing well. I’m here to share some thoughts and feelings with you. I’ve been trying to bring some laughter into our interactions, maybe cracking a joke or two, hoping to share some moments of joy. However, I’ve come to realize that this canContinue reading “JOURNAL: Reflections on a Complex Relationship”
JOURNAL: Journey Through Emotional Turmoil: A Tale of Redemption and Regret
I find myself caught in a cycle of retribution, a reflection of my initial judgments. This emotional journey has proven to be quite unpredictable, with each intense session coming back to haunt me. I can’t help but wonder if you’re a Pisces; I’ve heard that some Pisces individuals are quite remarkable. However, I remain obliviousContinue reading “JOURNAL: Journey Through Emotional Turmoil: A Tale of Redemption and Regret”
Whispers of Laughter and Sighs
You heard how I breathe when I sleep, Or how I made those odd little moaning noises. It was funny; I just laughed at how we laughed, Sad. Now, I’m saddened by the memory of our laughter. A Neptunian fury, name it a curtain call, The brim of the acrylic cloth that concealed shadows inContinue reading “Whispers of Laughter and Sighs”
The Shodokans’ Apprentice: A Tale of Vectors and Vices
Feel the vectors into orbit, melting into fiscal porn Each waking moment exists to mourn the pensive rigor mortis And I hate myself so much every single morning It’s like clockwork, lonesome, staring in the mirror See a monster, bones drugged, mainly see the errors Home drunk, sloppy, with a motor function failure Open palmContinue reading “The Shodokans’ Apprentice: A Tale of Vectors and Vices”
The distance between us: We’re 5 minutes apart.
Because in this world, your world’s restricted. When curtains shine through blackness, we play and then we’re victim. Every person out to get us. Every person tries compassion? It’s more than mere prediction. There the serpent lies unchallenged, But you whirl and try to damage, because you’re weak and your world’s afflicted. But to noContinue reading “The distance between us: We’re 5 minutes apart.”