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sapiosexual - attracted to intelligence
homosapiens
practicing chiropractors
correct us —
posture up —
try, and
… stand upright
formless before the big bang
chaotic with a dark past, and
the light an omnipresent
cognizant force with foresight
for the universes future is in order
simulation theory
0’s & 1’s
the singularity
near infinite
expanding with each addition
times, O
multiplied it is still nil
intrinsic
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Friday 14th February 2025 9:07 am
The Weight of Indifference
Inspired by Gerta Spieß’s haunting lines, “There’s nothing to be done,” this poem, The Weight of Indifference, examines the moral cost of inaction. It reveals how silence and apathy chain the oppressed and stain the conscience of the innocent. A call to confront the guilt born of indifference, it urges us to speak and act, even when trembling, for silence is the crime of care.
What marks the gu...
Monday 3rd February 2025 10:43 am
// My Unshakable Anchor //
To Akshita,
You are my cousin, but those words don’t define
The bond we share, rare and divine.
More than family, you’re my truest friend,
A place where my chaos finds its end.
In childhood, you stood a little apart,
But time wove you deeply into my heart.
You didn’t play, we were just two names,
Yet now, we are one in life’s vast games.
Now you’re the one who sees my soul,
In...
Wednesday 15th January 2025 4:36 pm
The Scales of Justice Tilt in Gold
A piercing critique of a justice system that allows the powerful to escape unscathed while the ordinary face the harshest punishments. This poem confronts the political and judicial failures surrounding Donald Trump's acquittal, highlighting the frustration and disillusionment with the system's bias and corruption. It challenges the state of American justice, questioning what remains of fairness i...
Friday 10th January 2025 5:27 pm
"The Loop of Flight"
"To fly high" - my dream, my creed,
To touch the skies with endless speed.
Since childhood I promised to rise,
To trace the clouds, to claim the skies.
The birds I cherished, graceful, free,
Now hold a different truth for me.
They fly with no true place to be,
Just motion framed by destiny.
But I, with maps and dreams so grand,
Now confused, unsure where I stand.
What if the path I’...
Thursday 9th January 2025 5:51 pm
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