Category: journal

  • i say every religion has its own extremists…no exceptions, ALL OF THEM, and so, i remain an omnist. no matter how dark this world can be. as a former atheist and theology student (years later), I refuse to be boxed into a single ideology now. (currently i like shintoism more tho because nature ♡) no…

  • Poetry helps me survive. I can’t just do normal journaling because I even feel ashamed of myself. I can’t write direct words. But with poetry, everything seems to have life, even the darkest times of my life seem to have dancing auroras and nebulae.

  • A black hole slowly stretching time Walking on broken Saturn rings in my brain I can’t voice or whisper what I read With sore throat, rising acid, wasted yearsLucky to still have music in my ears Luckier that my brain can still compose I am a supernova exploding backwardsI don’t know if it’s my body…

  • Up and away, balloons fly and never to be foundFalling faster, bombs… here they fall downCoffee spilled down the table; I couldn’t cry *hands up*Thump…thump…thump. Their mechanical hearts.Sudden hissing and whistling. Brains cracked.Watch the news and see them die faster than youIt never ends… sirens keep blowing wailingUntil we all lose our minds and follow…

  • Crippled, the blood in my heart rippledTamed, calmer…wiser…chiseledBurn it like a charcoal burnt already but not completelyThe core screams of hunger for fireBut the night you said you love me suddenlyAvalanched same old stories of cold nights it was all a dream.