There was a time when I was great and built myself a shrine. But I have fallen, as of late— my lustre dulled to rime.…
Category: Poetry
It's sad that death does not exist— Just one great "reset" in the mist, Just one great "reset" in the mist, An endless road ahead...…
I Colors of fall intoxicate my soul, Sway me, blur who I am, wake who I’m told. Sing with fire, cry with zeal, Heart ablaze…
A breath of air, fleeting, slipping through lungs like a whispered secret. A swallow of water, sustaining, yet still as a stagnant pool. A kiss…
Love can't be contrived,Nor forced into being. It won't yield to blowsOf a heavy cudgel, Nor drip like pasteSqueezed from a tube. Love flows boundless,A…
Today I passed through the needle’s eye, shedding yesterday’s weight, emerging anew, threading my life with golden lace through the weave of space and time.
The vine pretends to be a tree, It's never straight, it's never free. It spreads its knotty crooked hands, It grabs on everything it can.…
The Universe exists for fun. The cosmic jest defies all expectations, And paradoxes one by one Evolve mysterious creations. The Universe exists for us, It…
Black turned to gray, and gray to black, and light forgot to shine. A cross was nailed to an eager back— and everything was fine.…
Thoth was scribbling restlessly on a long sheet of papyrus that lay in front of him on a stone floor, his long beak going up…