Mar 14 2026, 01:54 AM

Clear Quartz

Mar 11 2026, 03:03 PM

No counteroffensive against the trojan that burns within me will be tarnished. A forbidden push against the barriers of platinum. I don't come with appeasement nor olive branches. Yet the cycle spins like the wheel in the sky. Nothing from it rains. Though I stand with my staff that divides the clouds so the blue can see the green once more. Let the sun rays do as they do so the dandelions can have purpose with yellow again. Clovers and wildflowers always need the mechanism of the days and nights as what it is I crave needs me to swing my sword and sleep next to it. The machine is not made of steele. It is made of the vines of fellowship with the soil. And so it runs without noise but prestige with it's color generation. Computers that were so ancient only the moonlight puppeteers the operations. And the master decodes the schematics with every swipe of a finger. Derived with dreams of kingdoms and summers that never go away. Synths that blueprint a harmonious design. It creates and builds onward. It never drags. It's horsepower only grows. It's a force that just never stops. So ever expanding. So when the wheel in the sky doesn't rain, it pours gems. Upon every surface and every ocean core. Like the heat of magma and lava. Volcanoes of not distortion. Volcanoes where the spirits dance upon the opening so the steam can commute itself into the atmosphere. And every explosion doesn't have shock waves but quiet gentle shifts so when the new day arrives it's a change where it appears but creeps up. Like Euphoria when I visit a peak and I meet with the moment of sunsets. May the warmth just stay. May the sun just stay. Because in this very moment. Everything is with me. And I am with it.

Mar 11 2026, 01:48 AM

If

Mar 10 2026, 02:55 AM

Oh and how once more the amethyst stone came to me with rubies and gold. How it came with hands only I can see through the gates of my garden. For the form was a women once she stepped once more into the garden. She dropped the golden coins that came with her silk dress onto the ground to present to me her sacrifice for she brought the gold in appeasement for I never sought it beforehand. Furthermore. Chakras spun on trees and the gothic sun praised skies. The pronounced ugly to the other eyes but the canvas of pure authenticity finer than salt. She begged me. Begged me that I not point to the gate. But in this realm the noise drowned out. The heated faded away. And for silent moments I heard her plead more to me. "Obsession!" "Yearning!" "Yandere!" "Lonesome!" "Love You!". And when she stopped to wait for a response. The gate closed. She looked back, then to me. For I was the one that accepted, for I forgotten of the coins on the ground. Chains spawned in her hands. A look in her eyes as she walked forward. And she said with her giggles that I was forever hers, that she came to fool me into such pure romance. That the garden I made is now the world she will use to make sure I never escape. But when I called her name for I learned through her pleading; she stopped and addressed me with a yes and then my name. "You have me here, I have allowed you, now must we lay together; forever in this evening. Rest well into the night and pick up where you left off in the morning once I awake to you starring into my eyes?" She replied with a yes and then she tucked me into a bed for she spawned with her heart. Comfort, warmth, and sincere nurturement came. Forever...

Mar 08 2026, 01:06 AM

Spring has made me shine my smile very much! Beautiful after Beautiful! Oh and how my garden displays itself! Yes, it has much needed work that needs to be done. BUT it's gorgeous! You should know my garden is my little arena of oil paintings. Every floral and shrub becomes a family where roots spread in every direction. If I had all of the money in the world one thing I would do is become very addicted to gardening to the point I absolutely cannot at all live without it. Give me 20 acres and a million dollars you will get a forest. No I don't just put the plants into the ground and shake off my gloves. I go beyond and above. Premature soil rotations, soil testing, soil testing again. Watering and much needed maintenance. Because when the hard work is done while the sun is setting. It's time to go wash off, come back and sit down. Look around. Hear the insects and admire the beauty you had the upmost privilege of conceiving. To me that's rich! An environment where it's thriving. The green and the surreal. I have witnessed the most amazing things like 50 lady bugs in young hood running around because I was rotating the soil. Everywhere they went! I should have taken a picture. They could crawl on you and tickle. Not a single bite. Hawks that came by. Birds of many species inspect possible nesting grounds. Bunny rabbits almost every day. Deer that jump over my fence to eat some of the grass. When I enter into the garden through the front gate. Every fucking thing changes around me. It's as if I stepped into a portal and boom! You aren't on earth anymore but a whole other planet! A whole other dimension! It is truly something to admire. I hope one day I can wake up and just do whatever I want. Because my green thumb will never start growing ; hell even beat my own expectations of what I am able to do. It's a haven of comfort, retreat and self-discovery. And nature is even kind to you when you tread gently on the grass just to plant something beautiful. Every shrub and tree I grow is a friend that smiles back with it's beauty.

Mar 07 2026, 03:31 AM

Steam from towers rise to the darkened skies. Orbs under direction shepherded by ordinances. Grey from the streets to the outskirts to the beyond. Destiny was never called forth rather desire of the common. And there where disorder always took it's throne. And there poems were written where the very whisper of souls never displaced silenced. When the cliff accustomed my very feet and below the waves made orchestra. I began to ponder closer to myself. In great ordeal of philosophical rebuttal in to which empty proclaimed. For what seems wars extended the weeks yearn. At every corner liminal stood. For what seems time was yoga and foundation was the mat. For what seems when a stroke of thrust amongst the much destined ship only yielded very little ripples; it came to me and called out. The doing was never the value. But the thought was rich. For when richest, richness, mint green flowed. When the sounds of busy. Hustle was the language. In much gawk they say, but with their repetition. Cycles that argued. Imaginations always quieted. There I was on the steps. Looking downward. There were colonies of ants all about. And there I was with the whistles and machines. Noises and reminders. Commitments and flow of currency. You return to the temple of determination yet there was. Empty. Nothing. Silence. Where as? To whom? Gas light or do I shed more? Colors went due? Tints came to contrast? Is it so? It's the orbital of this world. When the stars are forgotten. No more moons to past. Storms came and went. Planes mocked of the much yearned paradise. Laugh I will for the imbeciles of broken wallets. Material things they covet but when received converted themselves in barbarians for more. Above the bar. More of the expectations. Look onward. Temple of determination. There as. Nothing. Empty. Silence. Interstates stopped. Traffic detoured. Lights went red. Not again. Spring is closing in. Blossom as I want to. Deserts where an oasis introduces itself. Within it's presence you never knew clouds came. But you knew of the water it brought with it. The greenery. You stop. Soon to pass. For now you think onward. Yearn more. Soon to pass. But when the water is touched and you are reminded of those clouds. Soon the ocean introduces itself. And soon paradise presents itself.

Mar 05 2026, 02:32 AM

Valleys where shadows lay. Are valleys I'd be in if it were true for which in my world it is. Shadows being my dear soul mate. Covering me with blankets of her gentleness. There I lay within her valleys. She is the shadows that come over me. Mist of a quiet night. Softness and smiles is the nurturerment she warms me with. Affirmations and kisses. Sweetness so sweet for when she clutches me I surrender. Oh how I'm so tired from a long day. Oh how I wish she would tuck me in, hold me tight and tell me she's right there as I drift away. Her words in my ear. "let go, let go, let go." And when I wake to her, there she is still holding me, clutching me. In this world of mine there are no hills to climb. No hike, nor stairs. But floating above the clouds. Because she is the sky. Her cuddles are the everything within the sky. She surrounds me, never ever letting me escape. Nor in this world is there difficulty. But ease at every step. Flying with just a effortless push. It's a place that makes me weak because there is no need to be strong. For she is the one holding it all together just for me. The world I imagine. She holds boulders over me to I won't get crushed. She warms me when it's a blizzard. She is the ocean all around me when I'm thirsty. She is the breeze when the sun beams. No storm will touch me, because she is the storm and she doesn't carry lighting. Just her rainbows and showers. Upon me so I can hydrate and dance within it all. Security because she hugs me over and over and over again. Endless hugs. Forever trapped in this world. It's very real. I just have to close my eyes.

Mar 04 2026, 05:23 AM

Candles never burn out when you are the incense. Defying time when you are the atmosphere of the room. Far off into the future. Spaceships fly over head. But you are the only machine with organs. Made of metal with a heart. In troublesome times like the great depression. When you are the one standing in the house and I can't find the job to spare us a week of life; your miracles push me to land shots in the dark. In this current world when we are still young but yet very confused. When you come from the shadows for you have found me; my clarity is reborn and we only answer our own questions. No matter the timeline. The parallel universe. Finite curve or not. Infinite dawn of galaxies; black holes and collisions of planets. When everything is in motion. When you look me in my eyes. When you my spin freezes. When your eyes glaze me, when I gaze you. Everything stops. Our poor hearts tremble but where we are, everything stops. No motion, just the motion of hearts. Synth waves of your vocals. Gardens full of neon. We can go a million miles per hour or we can watch the seconds be hours. Our oceans can be storms, and our oceans can be glass. Our islands can be of white sands, or they can be of cyan. Either way. Paradise can never touch what I have witnessed inside of my mind. Your words. Your knowings of what to say. How you know the ways to possess me. Blush and cry. Release myself into your world. Trapped even if I tried to escape. Oil paintings of your writings. Scrolls from your tears. Gradient upon your flesh. Blood that flows with silk. No velvet could even fulfill me because your eyes where I look ever so deeply; is a void that isn't empty. But always expanding. Lighting striking, volcanoes erupting; a wanting, a yearning to clutch me so tight when you look back into mine. You are the sage that burns. Everything hug cleanses the air. Your warmth keeps my world warm. Suns in your soul. Moons with it as well. Bright, shadowy, but so fucking perfect. We are ghost that walk along the streets full of vines. For even when such ghostly town is just our castle. Because our fruits grow when no one sees. For we make love, when no one sees. Our kisses are our little secret. Our world is ours and we will merge. When we do, emotions. Waves upon waves. It's sincere with it's floral. Forest where we go and run together, forever and forever. It never ends. Because we are immortal. Clear skies in our minds. Clouds that tower. Majestic mornings where stars touch the oceans. Haven on our diamonds. Waterfalls from fountains. Tiles full of pure white. Gold plastered on the trees. Mushrooms with 100s of colors. Moons we can visit with our wings. Can't you imagine? Just us? We get to see our planet. We get to see our sun. We can lay next to one another. We can swim in the seas where nothing bites or hurts. Storms that are full of energy but won't hurt a house. Rainbows every day. Showers like it's spring over and over again. But when I think of it all, it's all you. And you are so special to me. You know this, you just haven't found these words yet but you will. And you will fall into me, and you can't help it. You just fall, and fall, and fall. *blushes*. And you become so obsessed, I can't help but be sentimental. Dreams

Mar 04 2026, 03:53 AM

Living amongst ghost are nothing more than dreams. When you are alone with them you hear them sing. Because when you hear them sing. You listen for a long time. Allow the concert to finish through. The dreams will come true. Time has allowed the tide to catch us all. When we watch something we enjoy. We are calm. Invested. But when work calls and you wake up. The alarm awakens. Anxiety follows and your subconsciousness attacks. It may not be avoidable. But I decorate my room with crystals to remind me why I am really living. It's not to go to work and make money. Nor is it dealing with the onslaught of drama. Rather, when I'm in my purple chair burning incense. Thinking about places like visiting Abardeen. Living within the lands of Florida. Thinking about a cute girl kissing just my cheek. Life ends. My soul floats above myself, my eyes are closed and I am locked into oneness. Because when I open my eyes. I am born again. It's proven that when we meditate and enter beyond a certain brainwave. Our consciousnesses does leave our body. Though the difference between actual death and outer body experience, is that when in death our biological systems shut down burning the bridge between this realm and the outer. When we meditate, the bridge between death and life is still there, so that's why we can do it over and over without actual permanent change. So you can experience death without pain, without out fear, without anything that can cause despair or anxiety. Because when you die and live with dreams, you bring those dreams back to earth and the universe will answer the call, but you must maintain those dreams and drum it in your head like a marching band. When you go to work and your boss is an asshole or even a coworker, think of a marching band drumming constantly. Then think about those dreams being the band, the sound, the movement of every march. Because that is living. That's why when I get punked on, bullied, or gossiped about. I hear the oceans of Florida, I hear the giggles of cute girls cuddling me, I see the lights of sunsets during late summer days, I taste the luxury of a virgin pina colada, I hear the engines of corvettes roaring in my mind, I feel the feeling of winning the lottery and then telling my dad, it's time to retire. That my friend, is tranquility. Security. Love within yourself. Happiness at every step. Hike your mountains, but do it with your rainbow. Cry when you need to, but when it's over, give yourself a hug because you deserve it. In the end, there is no end. Ending isn't existent for life, the cosmos is a rhythm. That's why immortality is ever close than ever like jelly fish. Once we crack the code on rhythm in biology, then our rhythm can be constant, never degrading. Some will say it's not worth the jumping jacks to live forever, but we already live forever. We are energetic. We reincarnate or we stay in the celestial. Either way, I want to go to other planets and meet life. I mean aliens are already here. Look at what happened in Las Vegas. Those aliens were caught on camera, it's hard to see because they were cloaked; but they were there. I would be terrified but I hope I'd find away to let it stay with me so we can observe one another, maybe it might leave behind something worth billions like a metal or mineral from a far away planet. I do genuine want to meet an alien as silly as it sounds. I hear stories where their vibration makes humans feel euphoria. Anyways. my point being; fret not for you are present. Be at peace because life is an illusion. Follow yourself gently so discovery occurs. You are forever young and your smile will never diminish even when unpleasant emotions take over.

Mar 02 2026, 12:33 AM

Your Moon Is Your World. But You Direct Your World To Me. Obsessed You Are.

I looked to the sky tonight. Uncanny it showed me. Realities mingled, intertwined. Mysterious girl I so dream of as you dream of so of me. Something tells me, you looked at the moon as I have or perhaps will in this given time of midnight shine. A feeling over you erupts. Sentimentality rings in to your very flesh. The closest sense of idea is an anime movie like silent voice. You become manic. Antsy, throwing pencils at the walls and screaming at it. "why, why, why" "how, how, how". Not an animal you've become but rather a girl in despair. And you then sit in front a computer. You sigh and think hard. "where do I go to find you?" "what websites do you use?" "Do I have any clue as to where you reside?" And you begin to search. Scatter. observe. Dive through the noise and into logic. Questions became tools. Observation became the compass. Your dreams spoke louder than words. Mania ignited. Voices in your head. Imaginations of me. Needing to know my name. Needing to know, something; even if it's just a clue. Because when that day comes when you find me. My world changes forever. Reading every post. Putting the dots together. Drawings of me. Understanding my behavior, stalking my every move. Ready to strike at the right moment. Ready to come into the scene and present yourself to me in a cloak. For now. I rest waiting for you. Happy full moon soul mate. I love you every moment of my life.