Bubbling and Boiling Billions of swirling ephemera In beakers, bowls, broken shards of bone, bouncing balloons Bobbing in the etheric tide, brim-full with the brewing of Worlds. many will grow to be vast beyond comprehension and others won’t last beyond their own completion right now, they are merely chaotic clumps of cells learning how to be cells. The Mad Scientist, fondly called Time, erratically stirs and tends the nu...

A decade of friendship, a bond that was strong, Through ups and downs, we’ve been together long. Special gifts exchanged, memories we shared, In moments of sorrow, I knew that he cared. But then a new spark flickered online, A woman on TikTok, a shift in the line. Suddenly silence where laughter once reigned, The calls and the messages, all but unchained. He never explained, just vanished from view, Leaving me wondering w...

After the flames died out, only the ash remained. Specs snowed down slowly onto my body as I stood in the barren remnant of my past. My burning eyes searched for anything salvageable amongst the wreckage, praying for a partly scorched photograph or even a burnt wooden beam yet only the ash remained. Days cascaded into weeks and bled into months as I stayed stuck in stasis. My rage pummeled away a little of the residue. My...

When I’m drowning, they are distant and skeptical When I’m sailing, they gather to observe the spectacle My cheeks used to be made of roses, my pupils were once starred How did I become just a chew toy to use and discard? They don’t savour their words, they just spit them Basking smugly in the fruits of their mayhem I love them when they don’t, they disgust me when they do I am cast to play both the vixen and the shrew Th...

I ache for you - For your fingers around my soul Touching me in all the ways that matter. Your voice around my heart Speaking in a language only we know. Your lips on mine Drinking in my love like it's the only water for miles. I ache for you - At night when the world is still and silent During the day when chaos reigns and reality kicks in In between when the world feels hazy and ethereal. I ache for you - In every possi...

They gather in the grooves, soft and unseen, A chorus of echoes where thoughts have been. A flicker, a murmur, a doubtful refrain, A whisper of truth, beneath the strain. One hums of longing, of futures untold, Another recalls the missteps of growing old. Change the world!—Or get back on track! Feed your ambition!—Or maybe have a snack? You're a genius!—You haven't a clue! Everything's fine!—You're doomed, you're through!...

The fog rolls in, obscuring the horizon The muted colors blend into one hue Melancholy looms within my being Is it the lack of sun? Or is it missing you? The waves lap at my feet along the shoreline I wish that you were here to hold my hand My heart is heavy, denser than the air As time moves like a million grains of sand My thoughts, they flit like hummingbirds that hover The distance in between and time apart Have let t...

I wish I could call heaven; Pick up the phone and hear your voice. Just to tell you all the things I keep hidden within my soul. I cannot be without you Nor can I live like this What do I have to do For you to take me in your arms And guide me away from here Into another time or another universe A sanctuary for us two. The world went to hell and back On the day you left the world. Though I have not known you long My heart...

No one ever sees who and what I am. For I belong to the night, to shadows, to things unseen; The world of curves and strings and little shiny things. I do not belong among humans for I am not one. Free me from my earthly bounds Let me find my home. Though I do not know where that is Or even if such a thing exists I am older than the universe; And the beginning of time itself Something nameless, something ethereal. I am ju...

Shadows press against my ribs. Aching, heavy as unanswered prayers, whispering the language of blame, a dialect of secrets and broken promises my soul cannot unhear. Even the air is a traitor, thick with ghosts of splintered vows. A room crowded with silence screams loudest in the absence of forgiveness. I held your words in trembling hands, cradling it as though it could bloom into a salve for the wounds you left. But wo...

Winter came too soon, But words from a loving soul Leave our hearts in bloom. * For a poet never dies. * And the Angel of Death Did not mourn his last breath For his soul will live on Cradled toward a new dawn In the arms of the Angel of Death. * Every word in his writings Leads the way, Lights a path, Imagines a world Of beauty and wonder To linger in us all. * For a poet never dies. * But the one who loved him most, The...

In moonlight's soft and silvered gleam, Two hearts converge beyond mere dream, A rhythm builds with each soft touch, Each breath connecting—wanting much. Their bodies move in measured sway, Where passion's tender notes will play, Her pulse accelerates—intense— Beyond the bounds of common sense. Like waves that crash upon the shore, Their movements speak of something more, A dance of risk and pure desire, Igniting an inter...

Once, this Space burned bright— a forge of words igniting like molten gold, each post a spark, each reply an igniter binding us in its radiant glow. Now, the embers yield only smoky memories. How we debated, consoled, inspired, woven into priceless ashes. A library with its doors ajar, dust weighing down unread stories, silence pooling in this Space where imagination used to bloom. As I walk through this Space, seeing rel...

The world heavy, a stone on my chest. Each inhale a battle. Each exhale a quiet surrender. Your voice-- a lullaby when shadows loom, a whisper amidst the racket, “It’s alright to fail. Just breathe.” In the still of night darkness swells like an ocean, and I hear your song, a lifeline to my sinking heart. Each note a hand saving me, each word a promise that I am not alone. “It’s alright to fall. Just breathe.” “It will be...

With a sterile needle and thread, I sew up the wounds that once filled me with dread With a freshly damp cloth, I clear away the red Dissolving all the reasons for which I once openly bled I carefully pluck out the staples that formally held together my heart Lightly brush off the decay and polish this organic part The scar steadily beats in tandem with the muscle blending into a work of art It’s time for a fresh start I...