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Tired Revisions
It’s me and my thoughts, but
nights are invaded,
days are tortured.
Ruminating on the scenes ad nauseam,
until the lines are no longer interesting,
until it feels like a movie destined for the worst ending.
It’s me and my thoughts, but
nights are invaded,
days are tortured.
Ruminating on the scenes ad nauseam,
until the lines are no longer interesting,
until it feels like a movie destined for the worst ending.
November 22, 2025 at 7:15 PM
Tired Revisions
It’s me and my thoughts, but
nights are invaded,
days are tortured.
Ruminating on the scenes ad nauseam,
until the lines are no longer interesting,
until it feels like a movie destined for the worst ending.
It’s me and my thoughts, but
nights are invaded,
days are tortured.
Ruminating on the scenes ad nauseam,
until the lines are no longer interesting,
until it feels like a movie destined for the worst ending.
Peace
I stare into the neon lights
Noise pours over me
The wind conjures the dust into a mini tornado
A traveler’s schedule has been affected
I practice finding my voice by listening to unique sounds
The noise disperses and merges into the air
Raindrops fall on the asphalt and make it shine
I stare into the neon lights
Noise pours over me
The wind conjures the dust into a mini tornado
A traveler’s schedule has been affected
I practice finding my voice by listening to unique sounds
The noise disperses and merges into the air
Raindrops fall on the asphalt and make it shine
November 2, 2025 at 8:48 AM
Peace
I stare into the neon lights
Noise pours over me
The wind conjures the dust into a mini tornado
A traveler’s schedule has been affected
I practice finding my voice by listening to unique sounds
The noise disperses and merges into the air
Raindrops fall on the asphalt and make it shine
I stare into the neon lights
Noise pours over me
The wind conjures the dust into a mini tornado
A traveler’s schedule has been affected
I practice finding my voice by listening to unique sounds
The noise disperses and merges into the air
Raindrops fall on the asphalt and make it shine
A Tiny Cosmos
It's 3 a.m., and I'm trapped in a tiny cosmos with a soundscape and real-time scenery.
I see waves floating and weather changing through my closed eyes.
Colors dance in their own directions.
It's 3 a.m., and I'm trapped in a tiny cosmos with a soundscape and real-time scenery.
I see waves floating and weather changing through my closed eyes.
Colors dance in their own directions.
October 11, 2025 at 11:33 AM
A Tiny Cosmos
It's 3 a.m., and I'm trapped in a tiny cosmos with a soundscape and real-time scenery.
I see waves floating and weather changing through my closed eyes.
Colors dance in their own directions.
It's 3 a.m., and I'm trapped in a tiny cosmos with a soundscape and real-time scenery.
I see waves floating and weather changing through my closed eyes.
Colors dance in their own directions.
History
The history between you and me was a broken clock.
Doves rested in the shadow.
The breeze carried it away and spooked them.
A blanket of warmth covered me.
I listened to other poets' joy and pain.
New history was made.
The history between you and me was a broken clock.
Doves rested in the shadow.
The breeze carried it away and spooked them.
A blanket of warmth covered me.
I listened to other poets' joy and pain.
New history was made.
October 6, 2025 at 3:13 PM
History
The history between you and me was a broken clock.
Doves rested in the shadow.
The breeze carried it away and spooked them.
A blanket of warmth covered me.
I listened to other poets' joy and pain.
New history was made.
The history between you and me was a broken clock.
Doves rested in the shadow.
The breeze carried it away and spooked them.
A blanket of warmth covered me.
I listened to other poets' joy and pain.
New history was made.
Perfect Timing
Now is the perfect time to go berserk
Like a failed rapping session,
like someone who streaks and cries on the street,
Who’s quickly deemed insane.
Now is the perfect time to introspect
To drift in this moment,
to be in love that is as careless and cruel as time.
Now is the perfect time to go berserk
Like a failed rapping session,
like someone who streaks and cries on the street,
Who’s quickly deemed insane.
Now is the perfect time to introspect
To drift in this moment,
to be in love that is as careless and cruel as time.
September 21, 2025 at 12:27 PM
Perfect Timing
Now is the perfect time to go berserk
Like a failed rapping session,
like someone who streaks and cries on the street,
Who’s quickly deemed insane.
Now is the perfect time to introspect
To drift in this moment,
to be in love that is as careless and cruel as time.
Now is the perfect time to go berserk
Like a failed rapping session,
like someone who streaks and cries on the street,
Who’s quickly deemed insane.
Now is the perfect time to introspect
To drift in this moment,
to be in love that is as careless and cruel as time.
Inertia
I lay in the middle of a vast land, not moving, like a stone.
I let the grass grow around me.
The raindrops nourished me,
The sun shone on me,
The cruel thunderstorm whipped me.
I lay in the middle of a vast land, not moving, like a stone.
I let the grass grow around me.
The raindrops nourished me,
The sun shone on me,
The cruel thunderstorm whipped me.
July 27, 2025 at 10:21 AM
Inertia
I lay in the middle of a vast land, not moving, like a stone.
I let the grass grow around me.
The raindrops nourished me,
The sun shone on me,
The cruel thunderstorm whipped me.
I lay in the middle of a vast land, not moving, like a stone.
I let the grass grow around me.
The raindrops nourished me,
The sun shone on me,
The cruel thunderstorm whipped me.
Insomnia
The darkness envelops me.
I feel safe and energetic.
But an invisible cloud is forming in the dark sky.
I light a candle and stare at it so it stops spiraling.
I close my eyes, but they’re still wide open.
The monsters are collaborating to stop me from dreaming.
They form a giant shadow.
The darkness envelops me.
I feel safe and energetic.
But an invisible cloud is forming in the dark sky.
I light a candle and stare at it so it stops spiraling.
I close my eyes, but they’re still wide open.
The monsters are collaborating to stop me from dreaming.
They form a giant shadow.
July 20, 2025 at 11:55 AM
Insomnia
The darkness envelops me.
I feel safe and energetic.
But an invisible cloud is forming in the dark sky.
I light a candle and stare at it so it stops spiraling.
I close my eyes, but they’re still wide open.
The monsters are collaborating to stop me from dreaming.
They form a giant shadow.
The darkness envelops me.
I feel safe and energetic.
But an invisible cloud is forming in the dark sky.
I light a candle and stare at it so it stops spiraling.
I close my eyes, but they’re still wide open.
The monsters are collaborating to stop me from dreaming.
They form a giant shadow.
A Scar
A scar invades my brain cells and expands until it covers my face,
my torso,
until it's all over me.
The color deepens when I try to remove it.
I wish I were a time traveler,
but I wouldn't be who I am without it.
It's a paradox I have to live with.
A scar invades my brain cells and expands until it covers my face,
my torso,
until it's all over me.
The color deepens when I try to remove it.
I wish I were a time traveler,
but I wouldn't be who I am without it.
It's a paradox I have to live with.
July 13, 2025 at 9:17 AM
A Scar
A scar invades my brain cells and expands until it covers my face,
my torso,
until it's all over me.
The color deepens when I try to remove it.
I wish I were a time traveler,
but I wouldn't be who I am without it.
It's a paradox I have to live with.
A scar invades my brain cells and expands until it covers my face,
my torso,
until it's all over me.
The color deepens when I try to remove it.
I wish I were a time traveler,
but I wouldn't be who I am without it.
It's a paradox I have to live with.
The ruin
The remains of the structure are still there,
hollow in the middle.
Soft rains gradually fill the hollow.
The outline is shaky.
I keep some of the debris.
The rain dries under the bright sun.
Concrete is poured.
I rebuild it, brick by brick.
The remains of the structure are still there,
hollow in the middle.
Soft rains gradually fill the hollow.
The outline is shaky.
I keep some of the debris.
The rain dries under the bright sun.
Concrete is poured.
I rebuild it, brick by brick.
July 6, 2025 at 6:03 AM
The ruin
The remains of the structure are still there,
hollow in the middle.
Soft rains gradually fill the hollow.
The outline is shaky.
I keep some of the debris.
The rain dries under the bright sun.
Concrete is poured.
I rebuild it, brick by brick.
The remains of the structure are still there,
hollow in the middle.
Soft rains gradually fill the hollow.
The outline is shaky.
I keep some of the debris.
The rain dries under the bright sun.
Concrete is poured.
I rebuild it, brick by brick.
Longing
It's more than a simple wish
I don't want just one cloud, I need the whole sky
The sun behind a building cuts the ground
I see you in both shadow and light
It starts to rain and the boundary disappears
A whisper as loud as thunder
It's more than a simple wish
I don't want just one cloud, I need the whole sky
The sun behind a building cuts the ground
I see you in both shadow and light
It starts to rain and the boundary disappears
A whisper as loud as thunder
June 29, 2025 at 2:31 AM
Longing
It's more than a simple wish
I don't want just one cloud, I need the whole sky
The sun behind a building cuts the ground
I see you in both shadow and light
It starts to rain and the boundary disappears
A whisper as loud as thunder
It's more than a simple wish
I don't want just one cloud, I need the whole sky
The sun behind a building cuts the ground
I see you in both shadow and light
It starts to rain and the boundary disappears
A whisper as loud as thunder
Seeing Red
A pounding heart and a clenched fist
She can snap anytime, like a branch
She is always being looked at, being followed
She should watch her back, they say
He didn't mean any harm, they say
Someone gives her a hammer so she can hammer away both the not-nice and the nice guys
A pounding heart and a clenched fist
She can snap anytime, like a branch
She is always being looked at, being followed
She should watch her back, they say
He didn't mean any harm, they say
Someone gives her a hammer so she can hammer away both the not-nice and the nice guys
June 21, 2025 at 4:12 PM
Seeing Red
A pounding heart and a clenched fist
She can snap anytime, like a branch
She is always being looked at, being followed
She should watch her back, they say
He didn't mean any harm, they say
Someone gives her a hammer so she can hammer away both the not-nice and the nice guys
A pounding heart and a clenched fist
She can snap anytime, like a branch
She is always being looked at, being followed
She should watch her back, they say
He didn't mean any harm, they say
Someone gives her a hammer so she can hammer away both the not-nice and the nice guys
Morning Dew
The summer air is harsh and coarse
The heat stands still
I make an effort to move
Sweat clings to my skin
The sun sets,and evening comes
The air grows gentler and all feels alive again
The summer air is harsh and coarse
The heat stands still
I make an effort to move
Sweat clings to my skin
The sun sets,and evening comes
The air grows gentler and all feels alive again
June 14, 2025 at 3:56 PM
Morning Dew
The summer air is harsh and coarse
The heat stands still
I make an effort to move
Sweat clings to my skin
The sun sets,and evening comes
The air grows gentler and all feels alive again
The summer air is harsh and coarse
The heat stands still
I make an effort to move
Sweat clings to my skin
The sun sets,and evening comes
The air grows gentler and all feels alive again
Prairie
Lying in the prairie all day
Staring at the line between the sky and the tall grass
The lack of obstacles confuses me
The soil takes advantage of the occasion and swallows me
I enjoy its embrace
A wildflower grows
An ancient feeling is ignited
A quiet warmth begins to take root
Lying in the prairie all day
Staring at the line between the sky and the tall grass
The lack of obstacles confuses me
The soil takes advantage of the occasion and swallows me
I enjoy its embrace
A wildflower grows
An ancient feeling is ignited
A quiet warmth begins to take root
June 7, 2025 at 1:24 PM
Prairie
Lying in the prairie all day
Staring at the line between the sky and the tall grass
The lack of obstacles confuses me
The soil takes advantage of the occasion and swallows me
I enjoy its embrace
A wildflower grows
An ancient feeling is ignited
A quiet warmth begins to take root
Lying in the prairie all day
Staring at the line between the sky and the tall grass
The lack of obstacles confuses me
The soil takes advantage of the occasion and swallows me
I enjoy its embrace
A wildflower grows
An ancient feeling is ignited
A quiet warmth begins to take root
Syntax of Feelings
it moves on a whim
a system boots and a script is executed to clean it out
logic has been thrown out the window
and the script is full of errors
it doesn't clean, boost or improve
but runs constantly
i try to schedule a pause, to no avail
error logs clog the system
it moves on a whim
a system boots and a script is executed to clean it out
logic has been thrown out the window
and the script is full of errors
it doesn't clean, boost or improve
but runs constantly
i try to schedule a pause, to no avail
error logs clog the system
May 31, 2025 at 12:30 PM
Syntax of Feelings
it moves on a whim
a system boots and a script is executed to clean it out
logic has been thrown out the window
and the script is full of errors
it doesn't clean, boost or improve
but runs constantly
i try to schedule a pause, to no avail
error logs clog the system
it moves on a whim
a system boots and a script is executed to clean it out
logic has been thrown out the window
and the script is full of errors
it doesn't clean, boost or improve
but runs constantly
i try to schedule a pause, to no avail
error logs clog the system
Want
I want to make sure it's being said
I want to dim the sun and the stars so you can see me
I want to live in your thoughts every day
I want to be a jester in your court
I want to be the piece of memory that lingers when you feel loved
I want to make sure it's being said
I want to dim the sun and the stars so you can see me
I want to live in your thoughts every day
I want to be a jester in your court
I want to be the piece of memory that lingers when you feel loved
May 24, 2025 at 10:27 AM
Want
I want to make sure it's being said
I want to dim the sun and the stars so you can see me
I want to live in your thoughts every day
I want to be a jester in your court
I want to be the piece of memory that lingers when you feel loved
I want to make sure it's being said
I want to dim the sun and the stars so you can see me
I want to live in your thoughts every day
I want to be a jester in your court
I want to be the piece of memory that lingers when you feel loved
Spring
Seasons are travelers
Weather is indifferent
I've been drenched in the rain, scorched under the sun, and died in a foreign land
Now the ice has melted, and the breeze passes me by
Feelings thaw, only to be burnt again
Seasons are travelers
Weather is indifferent
I've been drenched in the rain, scorched under the sun, and died in a foreign land
Now the ice has melted, and the breeze passes me by
Feelings thaw, only to be burnt again
May 17, 2025 at 8:26 AM
Spring
Seasons are travelers
Weather is indifferent
I've been drenched in the rain, scorched under the sun, and died in a foreign land
Now the ice has melted, and the breeze passes me by
Feelings thaw, only to be burnt again
Seasons are travelers
Weather is indifferent
I've been drenched in the rain, scorched under the sun, and died in a foreign land
Now the ice has melted, and the breeze passes me by
Feelings thaw, only to be burnt again
Rain
Heavy rain pours
The city is attacked by soft silver needles
Streets are decorated with tiny puddles
Water splashes as cars drive by
Children jump up and down in them afterward to revive the splashes
A dog does a full-body shake to get rid of the raindrops
Heavy rain pours
The city is attacked by soft silver needles
Streets are decorated with tiny puddles
Water splashes as cars drive by
Children jump up and down in them afterward to revive the splashes
A dog does a full-body shake to get rid of the raindrops
May 10, 2025 at 12:33 PM
Rain
Heavy rain pours
The city is attacked by soft silver needles
Streets are decorated with tiny puddles
Water splashes as cars drive by
Children jump up and down in them afterward to revive the splashes
A dog does a full-body shake to get rid of the raindrops
Heavy rain pours
The city is attacked by soft silver needles
Streets are decorated with tiny puddles
Water splashes as cars drive by
Children jump up and down in them afterward to revive the splashes
A dog does a full-body shake to get rid of the raindrops
why are people trashing Vivarium, it has a decent plot and great visuals, i give it 6/10
May 4, 2025 at 4:12 AM
why are people trashing Vivarium, it has a decent plot and great visuals, i give it 6/10
Superpower
You're a real fictional character
We shrink into a baby and a cradle in my experiment
I transform you into a chic gangster
a Joan of Arc
The superpower you possess
A sudden gust of wind twists the dust around
A random piece of music stirs feelings
A real slow dance starts
You're a real fictional character
We shrink into a baby and a cradle in my experiment
I transform you into a chic gangster
a Joan of Arc
The superpower you possess
A sudden gust of wind twists the dust around
A random piece of music stirs feelings
A real slow dance starts
May 3, 2025 at 2:28 PM
Superpower
You're a real fictional character
We shrink into a baby and a cradle in my experiment
I transform you into a chic gangster
a Joan of Arc
The superpower you possess
A sudden gust of wind twists the dust around
A random piece of music stirs feelings
A real slow dance starts
You're a real fictional character
We shrink into a baby and a cradle in my experiment
I transform you into a chic gangster
a Joan of Arc
The superpower you possess
A sudden gust of wind twists the dust around
A random piece of music stirs feelings
A real slow dance starts
A corny love song
You quietly exploded and scattered about my brain
Like cotton candies
Like fluffy clouds
Like dewdrops,
their tiny reflections
The sun was mellow
The moon was temperate
Rivers murmured
Doves smiled
The air was precious again
The ground vibrated
I wish I sang like an opera singer
You quietly exploded and scattered about my brain
Like cotton candies
Like fluffy clouds
Like dewdrops,
their tiny reflections
The sun was mellow
The moon was temperate
Rivers murmured
Doves smiled
The air was precious again
The ground vibrated
I wish I sang like an opera singer
April 26, 2025 at 1:14 PM
A corny love song
You quietly exploded and scattered about my brain
Like cotton candies
Like fluffy clouds
Like dewdrops,
their tiny reflections
The sun was mellow
The moon was temperate
Rivers murmured
Doves smiled
The air was precious again
The ground vibrated
I wish I sang like an opera singer
You quietly exploded and scattered about my brain
Like cotton candies
Like fluffy clouds
Like dewdrops,
their tiny reflections
The sun was mellow
The moon was temperate
Rivers murmured
Doves smiled
The air was precious again
The ground vibrated
I wish I sang like an opera singer
I think trump is McGA, Make China Great Again
April 20, 2025 at 6:37 AM
I think trump is McGA, Make China Great Again
Inertia
I get interrupted when I contemplate the universe
The garden weed grows
Horizon rises to another level
I can't find proof that I'm real
I search for an answer and buy a car but walk on foot
The machine inside my head explodes
I get interrupted when I contemplate the universe
The garden weed grows
Horizon rises to another level
I can't find proof that I'm real
I search for an answer and buy a car but walk on foot
The machine inside my head explodes
April 19, 2025 at 4:46 PM
Inertia
I get interrupted when I contemplate the universe
The garden weed grows
Horizon rises to another level
I can't find proof that I'm real
I search for an answer and buy a car but walk on foot
The machine inside my head explodes
I get interrupted when I contemplate the universe
The garden weed grows
Horizon rises to another level
I can't find proof that I'm real
I search for an answer and buy a car but walk on foot
The machine inside my head explodes
Dadaism
Bunch of gigantic boy rats with big bellies have occupied the barn
and celebrate their victorious defeat
The appliances are on fire
Some of us are nonchalant dogs
I disassemble and reassemble
Growth diminished
Antonyms take over the world
Bunch of gigantic boy rats with big bellies have occupied the barn
and celebrate their victorious defeat
The appliances are on fire
Some of us are nonchalant dogs
I disassemble and reassemble
Growth diminished
Antonyms take over the world
April 12, 2025 at 2:40 PM
Dadaism
Bunch of gigantic boy rats with big bellies have occupied the barn
and celebrate their victorious defeat
The appliances are on fire
Some of us are nonchalant dogs
I disassemble and reassemble
Growth diminished
Antonyms take over the world
Bunch of gigantic boy rats with big bellies have occupied the barn
and celebrate their victorious defeat
The appliances are on fire
Some of us are nonchalant dogs
I disassemble and reassemble
Growth diminished
Antonyms take over the world
I forget that I have a full time job, a poem a day is too much for me, a poem a week from now on😅
April 7, 2025 at 1:59 PM
I forget that I have a full time job, a poem a day is too much for me, a poem a week from now on😅
Objectivity
We only understand our own universe
Philosophers may disagree with my view
that only the subject of subjectivity needs to be discussed
We have our own happiness
Tears of sorrow is understood regardless who's crying
We only understand our own universe
Philosophers may disagree with my view
that only the subject of subjectivity needs to be discussed
We have our own happiness
Tears of sorrow is understood regardless who's crying
April 6, 2025 at 5:23 AM
Objectivity
We only understand our own universe
Philosophers may disagree with my view
that only the subject of subjectivity needs to be discussed
We have our own happiness
Tears of sorrow is understood regardless who's crying
We only understand our own universe
Philosophers may disagree with my view
that only the subject of subjectivity needs to be discussed
We have our own happiness
Tears of sorrow is understood regardless who's crying