It's not me, it’s youa moment of being gaslit-infested, infectedand then manifestedin the victim’s thoughtscapelighting a fireinstigating crime a silenced consciencea traumatised egoa damaged sense of selfseeks fulfilmentby revenge The world screamsGaslighting amplifies volumes“I told you so” The victim stops and turnsYes, you didNow, roles are reverseduntrodden paths traversed I am not the same person.You … Continue reading Gaslit
How often have I enviedan artist, poet, writerwishing I could dowhat they appearto exclusively know. But then I probe,disentangle thoughtfind inner worldsunschooled, distraughtprocessed differentlyexpressed untwirled My words carrymy pulse, my hue;and so do theirsshort or longeach voice uniquea sovereign song. styles can be comparedtechniques admiredbut never the flameThe spirit’s fire burnsin its own name. RXC … Continue reading To Each Their Own
Home is not place of birth, but end of searchThe soul has seeds from many lifetimes storedIt hunts, it gathers—never leaves a perchIt develops roots, dares to bloom once more. What matters must arise from our deep coreThe roof is an artificial constructBut truth beneath is what we all implore,strength emanates from principled conduct Friday … Continue reading Personality
I tasted the future when someone said,“Tell her she must play by the rules.”I spat out bitterness, turned around—and watched sweet expectationsseal door after door. The trap was humming hope. I saw blinding noise.Each day, I battled rising expectations,a life of running from pillar to post,never sure if ogres lurked in the officeor wore familiar … Continue reading Shadow Walk
wild gesturesemanating from the ether-shaped by nobody’s rulesbeyond the confines of languageor grammatical tools-become a storyin blank mind-scapes they don’t need a genreor retrofitting to themesthey visit consciousness-to expand realmsof possible-include the aliensand recreate the world the real and fictitiousseparated only byconscious and subconscious W3 Prompt #165
Mythology frustrates me-if gods and demons could swap masks at willWhat is “divine” but a lie rehearsed in temples,What is “evil” but a trick of better lighting?Impossible was fiction, like infinitymiracles forged in molten deceit,betrayals spun into prophecies,history rewritten in the ink of illusion. AI clones echo in a hall of mirrors,make me long to … Continue reading The Point of No Return
He kept breathing ambition,walking, and then sprintingpropelled by a quest for victory A turnaround calledbut fell on deaf ears-obsession quelledcuriosity He reached the finishing line,but he was not the firsttrampled roads mockedthose who were therelooked defeatedHe wondered why… Not knowing that at the moment,he overlookedthe turnaroundIt was his moment of defeatfor he missed outon better … Continue reading Triumph and Defeat
the clock towercalls for helpnobody knows why shadows lurk aroundattempt to control timeturn the hands of the clockunheard, unseen…. The clock toweryells…don’t turn time aroundthere are lessons to be learntfrom what passed by no one listenswheels keep rollingsteered by Powerhistory gets reinvented each timesomeone tells a story What Do You See #293
dark alleys of thoughtforay into nothingnesson the verge of light it’s not meit’s that nagging voicethat incitesenragesat its best – encouragesme to take the leap resentmentto thoughts of revengescalding wordshands like swordscut sheaths of oppressionexpose hollow claims power inpresumptuous handsfalls like ashruins ofdilapidated structuresgive way to free will Poetics at dVerse
I walked alone in the morningwhile others sleptnavigated my tracksthrough dead fish and snakes-it was low tidethe sea depositedits ugly secretson the beachas fisherwomenhung their dirty linenout there to dry I walked alone in the evening.the waves swallowed a golden ballbled orange and crimsonon a weeping horizonjumped high to create wallsto block the view of … Continue reading The Disconnect
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