Made with Ai on Canva Entombed within the depths of my heartLive eternal in peace some memories of past Their visage, masks of gold ‘n jewels adornA tribute to the seamstresses of smiles I’d worn And lie there with some memoirs still moreNo gemstone’s glow can hide whose rotten core They lay buried deep under, …
Month: March 2024
The Quill’s Tempest
Made with Ai on Canva An ink drop spilled, breaking the silenceViolating the sanctity, of the void parchment And my tears did spill, trying in earnestTo undo the sins of the quill’s tempest It couldn’t be stopped, it only but grewAs if the tears gave the ink a magic brew Unmindful and uncaring now the …
One last chapter?
Made with Ai on Canva My eyes are redAnd lips are blueMy pillow’s wetAnd my nose is too. The cuckoo’s asleepThe kitten yawned a mewlJust one last chapterAnd I’ll sleep too…
Help me finish the Medusa’s Curse
Made with Ai on Canva Eyes, as if mere lifeless stones,Froze, at the sight of doomThat turned to stone my hands and feetThat turned my bleeding veins ice cold. I had no doubt of its credibility.I wouldn’t misgauge my capability.It wouldn’t change I knew for sureI didn’t ever bother looking twice. But try as I …
Oh it’s my turn, you see.
Made with Ai on Canva For the clouds have started to turnTheir paths on to my mornThat had begun to be warmSunny and on the bright sideLook what now gathersClouds dark, not a silver lineSo dreary, such a blight. The wind has picked up the moodChasing the wildflowers awayBringing the dust from fears pastLooking ready …
Swim or stand?
It is easier to teach a mewling babe with their arms flailing about to learn to swim. Far easier, than it to do that same to a grown man having drowned once. Recovery is like learning to swim in the river. Re-learning to live, to succeed having faced failures and know fears, is not everyone’s …
As you sow…
A perfect 'wake early, cardio daily, eat homely' kind of life to 'sleep like the dead, lift not a finger, and eat garbage or nothing kind of life. I have done it both.
You want ‘Game Over’?
Don’t engage with all the ideas the little devils on your shoulder whisper to you. They’re the game bots. Prolly getting paid incentives for every time you RE-SPWAN.
You gotta see Her!
The little brat has made a comeback That fiery little thing The Golden Girl That hotheaded beauty Has made her comeback! Not so little anymore Not a blazing inferno either. She’s got the cold depths of an ocean Though the grace of a river. Scars adorn her once flawless hide Skippy little steps, now elegant …
If you could…. Would you change the past?
I burst out laughing, like a lunatic. Am sorry, but I can’t help it. I can’t help the brilliance of the "the Divine’ or 'Fate' or what name the 'All powerful' goes by. It never was an opportunity, never a boon, a gift or reward or compensation or whatever. That chance to change the past? An absolute sham!!
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