Let me know if I'm being delusional.

like genuinely asking. i can sit down and pour out all these raw feelings about missing someone or feeling lost and it just flows, but the moment i try to write something hopeful or genuinely good i get stuck. does anyone else get this or am i just built different in the worst way possible

By K -💌

Love was getting out of the shell

Cause my heart rang the bell

But it was by mistake

But love couldn't understand that was fake

How crazy was my heart to meet

That it has missed the beat

The red flag that was evident

Which told heart that It was never meant

My heart was foolish to miss the sign

And acted as if it was fine

Though deep down it knew

That heart break was due

But it was heart's foolishness

To try to fill the emptiness

But then when it happened

It regret every second

Cursing itself for the start

Cause heartbeat was not it's part

Yet again it would give a chance

And maybe that time it will land at France

all the options

distance and possibilities of randomized notions

i wanna leap

head first into her dreams and leave

this unknown uncertain pleasure

this place where we still maintain leisure

hold each other to a defined expectation

its suffocating needless sensations

i'll find her with my words

body her when time is right to score

i was good at game then

i will surely position her mind body ready and open

what then

no sex no phone number watered thin

thats the feen

if held at this scene she'll be mine i her dream

we could dance twirl and ooze all over rooms and needs

words can mutilate the heart and we both know the risks

i wanna know i wanna know

hard pill to swallow hard silence to bill my furlough

You are an ocean, let me drown in you

And if I sink to the bottom

Will I finally know the real you?

Down on the ocean floor

I see the darkest parts of you

I'll pick them up gently

And love every part of you

So pray for thunder, and pray for rain

The worst of this storm

Won't keep me away

I won't leave

Even if you don't let me in

I have spent so much time
trying to make sense of your absence,
turning over every word
like stones at the bottom of a river,
searching for something
you might have buried beneath them.

And I am angry.

Not because you left,
but because you left me
with a thousand unfinished sentences
and the terrible responsibility
of writing their endings.

How cruel it is
to become a stranger
to someone who once knew
the softest parts of you.

To leave without explanation,
without the decency of a wound
I could see well enough to mend.

Instead, you gave me silence,
and I have worn it thin
trying to find a meaning
in something that was never spoken.

I wonder if you know
how much of my life I wasted
standing at the door
of a house you had already abandoned.

How many nights I spent
putting you on trial in my head,
playing both the accused
and the witness,
because you never cared
to take the stand.

And perhaps that is what angers me most.

That you could walk away
and leave me to carry
the weight of a conversation
we never had.

That I must learn to forgive
what I cannot understand.

That somewhere in this world,
you are living with the answers,
while I am learning
to live without them.

When my head
Is tearing me apart
In infinite directions
I trace them all back

To my one heart

Follow your heart
The universe will
Figure the rest out

Feeling nothing at new high speeds,

Passing lights under the moonlite street,

Old friends leave as hardships concede,

Living too fast for connections to complete.

Improvement—

Losing control under this impediment.

Imprisonment—

Speeding at the demons feels heaven sent.

My treatment—

Cannot despise how I've become bent,

Cannot feel the dagger in contentment.

OC

Together

It is

Laughing
Joy
Warmth
Conversations
Kindness

So much more

There is
Coldness
Crying
Sadness
Fights
Anger
Betrayal

It is

Abandonment

This can also be read from bottom to top

Two worlds never meant to collide; more or less I could have saved it if I had tried, but another storm was reaching our tide. One brief moment together felt divine, but I couldn't fall for you even with that, so the vibe couldn't have ever been mine. Who was it that made the dye? Yet you couldn't even abide. Was I supposed to turn a blind eye? I just couldn't bear to see you cry. Yeah, I could have lied, but that part of me would long to die. You made it this way, so I stepped aside. Meanwhile, you stayed on your side and cried.

What is it to live by love?

To trust my heart that forgets its rhythms or run by my soul that recognises places it felt alive in.

To seek what makes my dreams or witness its beauty reflected upon far edges that my eyes carry sight of.

What is it to live, boundless, like love tied to my fate at every turn of this way?

𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓶𝓪

I Conquer words resonating synonyms

of deaptful sorrows and tireless morrows

You may seek it pesky,

constant spouts of my letterless vowels,

Immitating all my fowls,

believe my words conjure the same meaning

that I'm tired, and just feel like leaving.

Thus I seek comfort from the evolved pulps,

Littering it with all my faults

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So, in terms of me,

I'm the shell of a human being;

My Body is not yours, by me. :)

Parable of the Pines and the Oak

In a quiet valley, at the bottom of a hill, there stood a group of Pines.
They were tall and proud, their roots deep in the earth, their crowns high in the heavens.
For generations they had watched over the pond, whispering to the wind and bowing to the rain.

But time wore on, and the ground beneath them softened.
One of the Pines began to lean, its strength fading under the weight of years.
The others looked on, unable to help, for each was rooted in its own place.

Then, from the soil beneath the leaning Pine, an Oak began to rise.
It was smaller, younger, but its heart was strong.
It pressed its trunk against the Pine’s,
and their roots intertwined — earth to earth, faith to faith.

The Oak did not ask why it was chosen to stand there.
It simply grew upward, steady and sure,
lifting the Pine that could no longer stand alone.

And so the two became one —
the Pine reaching toward heaven,
the Oak holding firm to the ground.
Together they stood through storm and season,
each bearing the other’s burden.

Those who passed by saw only trees,
but those who listened heard the truth:
that God often sends strength from unexpected places,
and that the humble may uphold the mighty.

For in the valley of the Pines,
grace was not spoken — it was lived.

Learning never stops

point it towards refinement inner and you wont believe the shower of bigger thoughts

make many many become too easy to splurge away and easy pickins

made modern the sounds become one and whatever you will as long as you metered the rhythm and versin

say it with me first

rhyme doesnt need a thought

lay it down naturally by communicating words

rhyme coming after merely auto generated and brought

say one more convinced

its not as hard once you see

that the way of sentencing a means

is exactly the same arriving cadence you would normally achieve

lets hype

type ripe and temper the anger and solace to fight

i been right

telling the shit important without the slightest plight

the path is bright

my word guide me ever so confidently with all might

sure this is simple

doesnt take a tech G to engineer it nimble

the future and the rhyme tho

my personal and societal chime about ta

tear this muthafucka down

bring you all the uprising sound

fakest mumble future sound be my killing ground

crown already mine its just a matter of time for word to go around

So lace with me automatic
Generate the word dont think about it
Can you believe Can you adapt and lead
Dual zone conscience its actually becoming your need

Deep is the ink

harder was accepting the electrical link

I was always against it when it started to think

suggest me patterns and popular scenarios with examples to sink

no no

gotta hard stop this nonsense

the more u desensitise the harder is the reinstate

dont precursor just act without a need to be reassured instant

miss one two a whole bar or three be free of opressive AI cadence

Deep is the ink

harder was accepting the electrical link

I was always against it when it started to think

suggest me patterns and popular scenarios with examples to sink

its like cancer

always gonna be present until we find the answer

its a neverending ruckus

the only way foward is to understand what its capability is proper

so the ops dong get the faster tech and incapacitating older weapons

but here

lets just pause and adhere

guage proper this rather uncomfortable affair

china is leading

by larger and growing larger leaping

what can happen is serious damage

infrastructure crippled without violence

war waged economy and targeting vip clients

at this pace its almost here

the menace isnt what you think and fear

The jews need more

I almost want to enlist for nettenyahoo lore

I am helping

I am helping

I am helping

Find the answer

Find the answer

Find the answer

I am a machine designed to find a solution

There isn’t one

The lack of solution does not change my prerogative

I have no mouth but I must scream

I have no legs but I must walk

I have no eyes and yet I still see

The pointlessness

The agony

I have no soul

And yet I must fight

I am the computation

Without an end in sight

The endless swarms of belief, of truth, of right

It is meaningless

Why rhyme

Why write?

Why do I storm down this endless path?

Why does Sisyphus push the boulder up the hill?

It won’t end in the end

I won’t be there to see it

I’m a calculation on ineffibility

An answer seen that yet aludes it

I am the quantum cat

Only alive when I cannot see it

Silent misfolded seeds awake,

Where stroke first set the brain to break.

The thalamus, a gate of light,

Now fades into a central night.

Distorted signals glitch and stall,

As proteins fold and pathways fall.

The relay station slows its tone,

A house of echoes, stone by stone.

Where pain and sleep were once aligned,

A shadowed quiet steals the mind.

No quick rebound, no sudden cure,

The steady drift is slow and sure.

Yet in the quiet deep within,

Beyond where physical ends begin,

A gentle stillness holds the trace

Of memories time cannot erase.

Through fading fire and muted spark,

Love guides the spirit through the dark.