Tag Archives: muse

Tiny life already floating above water, bobbing and weaving at quacked commands and feeling the admired gazes of those passing by between their complications and desperate struggle to fuel their dreams. Admire the fluffy breathing balls and continue on.

The heat of pressure and constant presence begins to blend into a bubbling sauna, cleansing skin and reviving the mind once cool air returns. (Looks like I kept my streak after all, so this is day 376)

Stock up the special and mass produce the unique, ready for the rush of demand, because soon it will be gone again and that makes it worth something. (I completely forgot to post yesterday and lost my 573 day streak. So here’s two poems today.)

End of a streak, reset to zero and lose all progress. Is it worth beginning again?

Am I even needed anymore, walking like a shadow with no voice and no weight, invisible to change and existence. Fade until they forget, not even pausing to acknowledge the loss.

Build the barrier and exhaust yourself keeping it stable, blocking out any potential but keeping you safe… until it drains away your life, not even a whisper remaining.

Refill to redrain, reserves depleted before they can settle, so the constant dry begins to crack and crumble to dust.

Tickle my anticipation with brushes of temptation and whispered promises of rewards. It will all be worth it in the end, you just have to survive the wait.

Invading voices to judge your worth, rate your lifestyle and criticise your choices. Undertones of mockery haunt tired minds who remain lost in the corner, too forgetful for anyone to remember.

Dance with a murderer who took it all but is the only one who can make you complete, even if it means having them end it all.