Waves around the room
warmest energy arrives
new loving space found
About the Creator
Darkos
Alien
writing in the moment
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Your obsession about me hurts
Whatever I publish, you always have some advice and suggestions, without knowing me and without delving into who I really am. It's not even about me, but about the fact that you don't know my path, my process, my life, my situation, and my environment. It's easy to judge things from a distance, especially when you are completely free from yourself and the people around you. It's easy when you are surrounded by others of a similar nature. It's easy to judge and criticize, but it's much harder to accept it all, especially when there is still so much to digest and heal, not only from the past but also from the present, from those who will never change their behavior in the most difficult environments, where the word “no” is the main source of all problems.
By DarkosExclusive • 2 months ago
A Letter to the Firestarter
Dear Firestarter, We can all see you, we've been watching you since you began. In case you didn't know we were here before you and we will be here after. We witnessed your rise, your setbacks, your guilt and your lies. We witnessed you start the fire.
By Donny Foley3 days ago in Poets
Inmate Six
The Toll of Inmate 6 I cocked the trigger, I dropped the hammer, Chasing a life I thought was glamor. But the flash of the barrel is a fleeting light, And life has changed in the dead of night. If only I refrained, if only I’d seen, The hollow end of this killing machine. I hear the distant inmates’ clamour, As guards approach in polished armour. Echoes ring through the concrete hall: "Do the crime, give up your time, give up it all." A gallows pole is now my toll, The weight of the iron upon my soul. The Spiritual Appeal Last rites are read, a spiritual appeal, But the silence of God is the only thing real. He whispered to me in a voice like thunder: "Shouldn't have dropped that hammer, or torn life asunder." My response was solemn as the end drew near, Though I told the walls I felt no fear. But the smell of death is thick and close, A heavy, haunting, final dose. Prayer now departed from my guardian’s hand, As I leave the world of the living man. The Reaper’s Receipt The reaper chimed in with a hollow grin: "No more games to play, let the fire begin. Hell is coming your way, Inmate 6, The clock has stopped its rhythmic ticks." The inmates shout through the bars and steel: "Should have cut a deal for an appeal!" But now it’s late, the walk is straight, With my own two hands, I sealed my fate. The rope was set, the air grew thin, The price was paid for the original sin. The gallows pole took a heavy bend, And Inmate 6 met his silent end.
By Vinn Black5 days ago in Poets
Off the Book
It ended like every other stupid idea. Badly, and alone. I’m researching digital confession ethics, he said. A tech ethicist. He gestured at floating data I couldn’t see then pulled out a physical notebook. Actual paper, fountain pen. He held it up like he was showing me scripture.
By Nicky Frankly3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
another5 beautiful haiku
When a space feels warmer without changing the temperature, that’s usually love rearranging the room. Lovely energy! 😊