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Ink Logic

In the bent light of deeper water, a shape recalibrates— not wounded, not waiting— simply done with misread currents. Eight limbs taste the field: colour, charge, the faint distortion of a story bent inward. Above, a surface performs depth, a shadow performs hunger, a voice performs wound and... read more

A poem, written earlier today out of boredom

This was in reply to a poem written by a young lady, nicknamed "Hecate": Like one long wave that breaks on Tagus’ stone, Her tender grief came weeping to my shore; I knew the wound before she spoke its name, For Time had carved such sorrows deep before. She loved him first as pilgrims worship... read more

When Sacrifice Isn't Enough 💭✍🏻

“Obedience is better than sacrifice.” I’ve come across this verse before—sometimes overheard from my mom in passing, other times spotted in something she shared, or seen written in a book, a devotional, or even just floating across my screen somewhere. It wasn’t always said to me directly, but it... read more

Where heaven meets the earth

There I saw the bliss, When heavens share the earth a kiss. Saw the angels dropping still, Like snow upon a frozen hill, Then went by a cold yet calm chill, That bent the flower, not its will. Living the dream of the fallen man, Holding dust in a trembling hand, I saw the nature then I sat, Where... read more

Happy Saturday

The Kettle Has Opinions The kettle starts screaming before it boils. I respect that. Most things wait until the damage is measurable. Steam crowds the kitchen in little white arguments, condensing on the window like failed manifestos. The mug receives everything without belief. ... read more

Where heaven meets the earth

This is the first poem I have written so please do let me know if u like it. There I saw the bliss, When heavens share the earth a kiss, Saw the angels dropping still, Like snow upon a frozen hill, Then went by a cold yet calm chill, That bent the flower, not its will. Living the dream of the... read more