toward no coordinate
A single step taken,
A journey begins,
One accompanied by tests.
Without a single page revised,
A journey enshrined
In vines of thorns,
Which carry lessons with each prick.
Still, another step is taken,
And another.
Each callus gained
Becomes a check mark
Of each lesson earned.
As lessons accumulate,
They bond themselves within an aging soul.
The journey continues, step by step,
Toward a destination containing no coordinate,
Yet drawing the soul to it.
A magnetism so strong
That each step in the wrong direction
Is met with a pull
So harsh that the body rattles
In its effort to correct its course.
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the eternal master
Mortals, Bound
The master
who holds the keys
remains Change—
a universal existence
turned cosmic law.
Nothing is fated
to stay the same.
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mortals on borrowed time
Angels reside
among clouds,
watching mortals
scurry about,
living
on borrowed time.
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Betrayal lingers
Among an ocean of memories,
your betrayal
surfaces often.
A stain
in pristine waters,
it lingers,
refusing to disintegrate
into nothingness.
Its presence arises with questions,
what-ifs
whose answers
shall never come,
for they reside
in timelines
I never lived through. |
love beyond realms
I walk not alone.
Guards shield the unknown.
They converse in dreams,
through visions
of a world coexisting
in a realm beyond.
I walk not alone.
I am guarded
by beings who’ve walked this realm
and who walk the realm beyond.
They refuse harm
being brought upon me,
their offspring,
and my offspring,
for blood communicates
beyond realms.
I walk not alone,
for I know of love
that transcends realms.
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No Reprieve
Heavy Heart
Bears all,
with no reprieve.
What it carries
holds jagged edges,
wounds revealed
with each attempt to carry.
Each moment
begets more wounds.
Congested mind,
thoughts weigh more
and more.
Formless though they may be,
they contain mass—
a ton to hold.
Body running empty,
fumes let loose
from attempts to run.
All signals blurring red,
but never addressed.
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A prayer for my little star
A solemn prayer nests
within my heart.
It grows as you grow,
my little star.
May you shine brightly.
May your light never dim.
May the girl I first held,
the one whose cries
my voice once calmed,
never lose her splendour.
May our bond never be severed,
for in you rests a piece of me.
You hold the hopes
I can never speak aloud,
the hopes that remain
in the confines of my heart,
along with a prayer
to watch you grow—
a grace I am afforded.
May my eyes shut for eternity
having witnessed you
fully realise your true potential.
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growing around the break
Among broken monsters
We reside
Ones whose cores
Lay broken beneath tissue
Growing around broken pieces
Where humanity once rested.
Among broken monsters
We walk
Teetering between friend and foe
One hostile encounter away
From mutually assured destruction
For even monsters who hunt
Can receive fatal wounds
From prey refusing
To answer deaths call.
Among broken monsters
We share intimate spaces
Creating bonded ties
Prone to breaking
At a moments notice
We live with shape shifters
Flip floppers
Masked individuals
Who’ve grown used
To the illusions they broadcast
That mirrors are hated cursed and despised.
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cratered steps
Dark clouds linger,
bloodshot eyes,
seeking permanence.
Tears falling—
an everyday occurrence,
seemingly now.
Dark clouds follow
every step taken,
feet leaving craters
from the load you carry,
whose weight
has become so burdensome
that your heart strains.
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What we carry forward
We become
collectors,
archiving moments.
Experiences shared
become memories
to be recalled.
They become stories told.
Some become
tales of caution;
others become
badges we collect
of days long passed,
of youth long spent.
We collect moments
to heal from.
Some become repositories
where healing is sought,
for they display
all which we’ve overcome.
We filter experiences,
at times, never the lessons,
for experience holds credentials
of being the best teacher.
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