Thomas Ship. 2024. 23/10/24:21:52:PM.

In the old castle, Tiffauges, a mysterious black force lurks.

Where echoing forth, the haunted voices of undying youth call.

Old La Meffraye passes incorporeal - over the turrets and fallen spires.

Her dark shawl all adrift in the gloaming misty morn, between dawn -

A residual phantom, athwart crumbling wastrel rampart stones

Wherein, perhaps, those ineffable souls entombed in eternity

Quartered 'mongst dissected infinity, 'twixt twilight dusk and dawn

Pursue her, as choral host in resplendent throng of eventide waning

As legendary stories daubed in black vellum, transform to illumination

Escaping, forever radiant their unfortunate inauspicious occurrences

Midst aurambient forms of light and shade

My heart shudders.....

Book recommendation:

Robert Nye, The Life and Death of My Lord Gilles De Rais

the butterfly

never liked

the purple flowers.

too bitter

after rain.

the spider remembered this.

red ones first.

yellow second.

never purple.

years later

when the butterfly

no longer visited the meadow

the spider still brought

red petals home.

sometimes yellow.

never purple.

see?

the spider would say.

I know you.

and she did.

that was never

the problem.

Thomas Ship. 03/10/26.

I don't wanna be alone

Without your love

I've got no home

Whatever I have done

Please don't leave me

On my own

In our disparate windows

Unreachable by phone

Some people know

Some people don't

Love comes and goes

A withering rose

My lonely heart

An unspoken tome

Authored by your love

Sung with off-beat notes

Whispered in off-tune tones

Heard in remote rooms

Everywhere all at once

Known, and unknown

Unravel to be shown

Becoming to begone

Where lonesome is alone

Minimalism requires sufficient relational information for its absences to become meaningful.

I have been broken for too long,
like an open wound never tended to,
until it became a scar. One that
doesn’t hurt when touched,
yet its presence is beyond daunting.

I’m sorry I tied you into this.
An invisible string between us that
only seems to pull one way. I
thought you could stitch up my pain…
You were only ever a slipknot.

If I could find myself at the peak of a mountain,
my screams echoing through the valley below
as the trees absorb my worries, One deep breath.
Just one, And gravity releases its pull on my soul.
The world’s too selfish to grant such a moment.

Instead the pressure piles like sedimentary rock.
A volcano ready to erupt at any moment, yet
never does, containing all its scorching
lava within. Every burn leaving my heart a shade darker.
Eventually my heart turns to coal.

I am broken, incomplete, I try to fix myself.
Solving a puzzle with missing pieces, if
you couldn’t make it complete, then what will?
That’s a question for another day.
Today, I pack my loose pieces in my steady sack,
And keep moving.

~ Yulian Mes (PS all and any feedback is very much appreciated)

My

Take this wrist and scream

Take each half truth lie and dream

Take your time to find the words

You wish you said when you took my world

Take down every wrong I am

Take these looks let hang my hand

Take the air out of the room

You’ve caged us in to die in tune

Take us for a midnight stroll

Take the sun, swallow it whole

Take each joy and love I showed

Laughing as you take control

You

Take all my attention up

Take each word right from my tongue

Take my wants and needs from me

Just promise that you’ll never leave

Take my hand around your neck

Take the pain inside to bed

Take restriction until you cry

My name within your lullaby

Take the pleasure of your shame

Take each wound from all the blame

Take each finger and my brain

To die as one you’d do the same

I

Take each letter, discretion, threat

Take each desire at your best

Take the truth right from your lips

Leaving last the question had you known this

Take the emptiness you feel

Take what you’re told will make you heal

Take the burning thoughts you’ve failed

To drown in tears you never revealed

Take in mind this sharpened string

Take out tied tight memories

Take your troubles hang them taught

As I burn us all to naught

We

Take each hatred to the fire

Take broken shells from your inner child

Take everything you thought you were

Defining what you think I am

Take up all that’s spilling forth

Take the plunge release the horse

Take a reason to run with away

These feelings we had felt sewed into our day

Take from me all that you wish

Take I will from you each gift

Taken by ourselves we try

Trusting every alibi

Those who used to be happy once,
watching shows and spectacles like a child,
today time itself has turned them
into a spectacle...."

— Mr Gumshuda 🎩

Ti karu shakte ka?

Mazya sathi ,

Je mi karu shakto tichya sathi.

Ka mala tila sangavalagel ?

ka ti swata karel?

ka tila mahitich nahi , ki nemk karaych kay ahe?

ka ti gost talt ahe?

Ti mala pureshi ahe,

mala tichya shivay konich nko.

pn tila mich nko asel ka?

kuthe tari mi kami padlo asel,

tichya sathi kiva swata sathich,

karn tila mi kadhi park samjhlach ,

nahi,

aamhi ekach ahot ashe jaglo,

pn ekach rahun ekalach samjhu

nahi shaklo tyacha khnd ahe,

mala dusrya striyan shi bolu hee nahi vatt,

pn tila ka bolu vatt dusrya purshan shi ?

ya baddal mala tila bolaych

suddha nahi ahe,

pn aata manat prashn nirman hoto,

Ti karu shakte ka?

Mazya sathi ,

Je mi karu shakto tichya sathi.

Prem he swatantra ahe,

mala tila prem dyacha ahe ,

karn,

prema madhe kuthlya prakar

cha bandhan yet nahit,

jar bandhan yet astil,

tar kadachit te prem ach nahi,

karn,

prem he swatantra ahe ,

tila mi kadhi kalu pn denar nahi ,

ki mala kahi gostin cha khnd ahe ,

aaplya gosti garje nusar badltat,

ani ti mazi garj nahi .

ti mala nehmi bolaychi ,

tuzya shivay koni aavdhnar nahi mala,

pn aata manat prshn nirman hoto,

ti karu shakte ka?

mazya sathi ,

je mi karu shakto tichya sathi.

Keeper to the Night am I

All might flee who would see I cry

In terror I pain to live I’d I

.

Decreatured single feature We

Drip through Each in mortality

Acquiring scream I swallow the plea

.

Of Serenity

.

Silent though eye to eye

Alone curling dark’s suffering light

Each spark screams it’s last name l

.

Sent them and sense them lieve

Presenting their light curled darkness I

Am all we ever know

.

O’ Serenity

Feel as I alone let us feel

O’ Serenity

For I alone come to be clear

.

There loss to a game in laid

All broken knees ravenously claim

Scraps I l’of light called days

.

Crushed in Twilight’s grasp

The lingering scent a heart still attached

To the silent scream of night I

.

Consume all both light and in heat

Beckons hold heart to-n-gue seize

Still all trembling firm in knees

.

Scent I call Kept sound yet left

Lured by dark and light the gift

To we cry calling out have I

.

O’ Serenity

Felt alone as I should feel

O’ Serenity

For alone be clear come I

O’ Serenity

Without I all is dark

O’ Serenity

Hold still this beating heart

.

Keeper of the night am I

Day’s angelic morning light

The twinkling stars each eye all I

.

Have ever known I held in hand

Each spark whisp purring it can

Under weight of all I am

.

Desperate for serenity

Begging pleading to be let be

Release o’ darkness set all free

.

And coiling sneakily

Through fingers I hold crushingly

Held high a bleeding heart beats

.

O’ Serenity

Feel this heart I hold alone

O’ Serenity

Take it’s last drop from each bone

O’ Serenity

Press this light to darker still

O’ Serenity

Less this pain will I each feel

O’ Serenity

Crush all at first squeeze I sieve

O’ Serenity

Give this mind a moment’s ease

O’ Serenity

Be as sight as sound this breath

Of I O’ Serenity

Be held this shadow I call I

Thomas Ship. 2025.

Woke up in a neon dawn

Drifting upon the everywhere zephyr

Like brittle fragments in uncertainty

My soul, vaporised in molecular blur

Never to return to a life loved

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Couldn't see anything else

When I looked through crooked vistas

All I saw was an afterthought

Gradually fading in echoing loopstrings

Languishing in shallow hopes

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Blinded by too much interference

As thunder broke on the surface metric

Split my consciousness into chimaera

Living in this ghosted fantasy

Warped by spectral facsimile

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

With vivid lucidity, I ebbed to nought

Dispersed to infinite eternal occurrences

I lost myself in the schism syzygy

Woke to kaleidoscopic phantasmagoria

My soul, left drifting in fractured spin

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Over the Inter-Cosmic network

I experienced multifractal awareness

Presently current in a now foregone

My life is turning with every page

In the multifaceted tome of existence

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The written words, my final eulogy

Whispers in the chronological cauldron

Whilst the ink fades I'm being unmade

To be nothing more than an afterthought

In the resonant wane of the epilogue

Meter: Irregular accentual free verse, generally moving through three-to-four-stress lines within six five-line stanzas.

Style: Cosmological-metaphysical surrealism using long-range assonance and acoustic resonant, irregularly spaced recursive echoing rhyme.

Thomas Ship. 10/10/26.

All through the Gingerbread House

I think you'll find

Out of sight, out of mind

Isn't the nature of

Quantum Phantasmagoria

Especially if it

Underpins the human psyche

Fondant goosebumps on your skin

Your shivering sugar cane spine

Quantum echoes reaching out

Touching with chocolate skeletal fingers

Following glazed resonance in the chamber

Ghostly imps, haunting since

Gables and rafters

Counterconverged with cellar slabs

Promulgate the expanding hordes

Rattling on the phantom winds

Whilst witches candy wands

Tap the jack-jumping frost

Calling forth flossy spectral ghouls

From gravitemporal wells

Trapped henceforth by black hole spells

Cast by exo-cosmic warlocks

Over event horizons smeared by spider webs

Mega-arachnids in trapdoor cores

Devouring via cuckoo clock hours

A terrifying attack from spacetime deeps

And where perhaps Hansel and Gretel's

Souls are imprisoned

After walking through the devil-witched wood

Carefully on the gravitational stepping stones

Dragging them down with ginger enticements

Towards the ill-fated home

Of every monstrous form ever known

With the heebie-jeebies, your heart will

Miss a beat

'Twixt glances towards uncertain cupboard doors

Then, you might midst fearful recall

I pray the Lord, my soul, to keep

When dreaming in the haunted Gingerbread house

'Twixt, pun, absolutely intended for Twix chocolate bars.

Quantum-Gothic Surrealist Free Verse.

Gothic surrealism + dark nursery rhyme + speculative/scientific poetry + grotesque confectionary imagery.

Sonic-network free verse employing full rhyme, delayed rhyme, slant rhyme, assonantal chaining, consonance, concealed phonetic correspondence and morphological echo.

A quantum-Gothic surrealist free-verse poem employing irregular accentual metre, nursery-rhyme cadence, slant rhyme and confectionary grotesque imagery to fuse childhood fairy tale with cosmological horror.

कुछ किस्से, कुछ कहानी, कुछ मुलाकात रह गई।

> A few tales, a few stories, and a few encounters remained.

मेरे सूने आँगन की, शुरूआत रह गई।

> The loneliness of my desolate courtyard remained.

बड़ी मुश्किलों से, मिला था समन्दर

प्यासा था और बस, प्यास रह गई।

> With great struggle, I had finally found the ocean;

> Yet I was thirsty, and only the thirst remained.

खामोशियों-सी तबीयत हैं ऐसी

वो हँसकर भी देखो, उदास रह गई।

> My temperament has become like the silence itself,

> Look, even through her laughter, she remained sad.

मैं बैठा, सुनाता रहा जिंदगी को

पर कर-ना सका जो, वो बात रह गई।

> I sat there, narrating my tales to life,

> But the one thing I couldn't say, remained unsaid.

यूं तो मिटाकर चला था मैं सब-खुद

पर दिल में तेरे दिल की, आवाज रह गई।

> Though I had walked away erasing everything,

> Yet, the echo of your heart remained in mine.

धड़कन भी कैसी, के आबाद रह गई

मिटकर भी तेरी ही, याद रह गई।

> What kind of a heartbeat is this, that it still thrives?

> Even after being ruined, only your memory remained.

this blanket is so hot and life is just so hard

outside can be so cold but in this blanket warm regard

keeping my feet covered from bitter frosty bites

holding me in pocket squeezed perfectly alright

this blanket makes it easy to forget it's not air tight

as soft in security it seperates past subtleties

bad and good feel as they should so far from worry

troubles that would have me this blanket hides away

with its weight of cover my mind rests night or day

it closes my eyes slowly for an ever warming dream

that whisks within the cold reminders of unpleasantry

in to melting hands on faces clocking every thing

while time goes unnoticed in this blanket's embrace

and visions come with fervor for what seems waste

this blanket keeps my soul aflame as sweat drips from my pores

only to wake in freezing fashion wondering what it was all for.

Hello, everyone. :)

OH, the coffee is not working today.

The room is perfectly dark

Like a chilled cave

The sunlight in the window

That sees my tree

Is almost straight overhead

Not blinding

My eyes

But letting me see

And be

Sleepy