From the abyss of melancholy, I steal a drop of happiness bright,
For every fallen leaf, I receive an enchanting spring anew,
For the youth of man, a masquerade ball under moonlight,
We, nature, in nature's bosom, preserve a mystical harmony true.
When spring makes its presence felt, nature reveals its splendor grand,
Flowers display their colors, and butterflies dance in a waltz of wind,
The gentle breeze with its sweet fragrance; a lullaby for hopes to stand,
The seasons of love, intertwine in a dance of colors, meet and embrace, aligned.
I know a hidden place in the soul, far from the visible spring outside,
An eternal spring and a youth full of dreams, a refuge of love so pure,
The pain of the world; dried petals, far from hate, I kiss with nostalgic pride,
From the abyss of melancholy, I bring a drop of happiness, a magical gift for sure.
There will be no spring without autumn; there will be no taste without longing's call,
If there is no sadness, what taste will happiness have, tell me please?
If there is no youth, why would the heart beat with such passion at all?
Autumn prepares to adorn the heart with memories and dreams, in a magical tableau with ease.
Silence listens to the voices of the world, an echo lost in the abyss,
On the earth, a stray breeze wanders as the sky opens up,
God hears the silent pleas at the crossroads of silence's steps,
Silence breathes slowly at dawn's arrival, secretly inhaling the sunset.
Silence lies at the core of our soul, a paradox of presence,
At the edge of twilight, it stretches like a shadow of tranquility,
It knows how to gather cascades and breezes, a dance of eternity,
Silence is the ear of the heart, leading us to hidden peace.
Like a silent yoga master, my silence is sublime linguistic heaven,
It is the mantra that carries me beyond the overwhelming tumult of the world,
When everything becomes too much, I retreat into silence and live,
At the crossroads of silence's steps, where the soul finds rest.
Silence is a living paradox, a language of the heart that needs no words,
It embraces us with a firm hand, bringing us toward ultimate peace,
In that silence, I find the truth about myself, a hidden universe,
At the crossroads of silence's steps, where time dissolves into eternity.
Yon firmament to meet God with bliss
praise* reigns soaring from faith's abyss
*Isaiah 25:1O Lord, thou art my God; I will exalt thee, I will praise thy name;
for thou hast done wonderful things; thy counsels of old are faithfulness and truth.
September 14, 2025
2nd place, "A Romantic or Celestial Crystalline" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 9/21/2025
I wait for you
where the road splits in two,
I'm forced to remain
uncertain which path is mine,
yet certain you will come.
I will open my abyss for you,
not as a prison,
but as a place to rest:
for an afternoon so perfect
it could outlast time.
I know, as every moth must know,
that the flame is its destiny:
even though the light was never made
for moths.
I found the old stairs..
The rickety ones.
You know the kind
dusty handrails,
onto cold stone, slick.
Every step may be your last.
Every breath feels like a mistake.
I’ve walked worse, I thought.
But for those wars, at least, I knew
they had an end.
This?
This just keeps on going.
Past the point of no light.
Down where the air gets thick
and the dark gets hungry.
Down where the only sound
is your own heartbeat, slowing,
like it’s tired of you.
Then
finally
the seemingly last step.
Not because you’ve reached the bottom.
Because there isn’t one.
Just into existence.
Just silence.
The weight of knowing
you can’t fall any further..
Home
So not to the dark,
not to the stairs,
nor the journey...
It’s this place
you forced me to find
Because from here,
there’s only one way left to go.
It’s from here
I say from the bottom of my heart
and with all my love,
FUVK YOU.
I woke up frightened, a girl lost in an abyss of terrifying dreams,
Where sweat flows like a rain of stars on the sky of the endless night,
I worry, for I used to not know fear when you were by my side,
But now I feel the shadows of the world reaching silently for my soul,
I wonder what you feel when my name echoes like a memory,
If I still have a small place in your heart, to cross your thoughts,
A joy that blooms like a rose or a relief that melts away,
Are you sad, like an autumn sky, or perhaps in tears like summer rain?
How do you feel if these are my last breaths, fragile as butterfly wings,
How do you feel if the feet that ran to you can no longer rise?
How do you feel, when in the silence of the night, only the wind tells our stories,
When my dreams dissipate at dawn, like the smoke of a forgotten candle?
In the depths of my soul, I search for answers in the labyrinth of shadows,
I try to find solace in the thought that maybe you still look back,
Through the veil of time and silence, in search of a thread of light,
For my heart still beats in a rhythm that secretly bears your name.
The feeling of your mind loosing itself...
Victimized by the power of others ...
Thinking how you even aloud yourself to allow others to dictate your mind.... MANIPULATION....
What's real, what's reality, what's possible, what's impossible......
Racing thoughts,mind control,fear of loosing thy self.....
Coping with all the words and actions,determining what the is really going on...
Your beliefs,questioned by your mind,that was build so strong...
Slowing crashing down to the dark cold abyss..ALONE...
Surrounded only by the voices of thy enemies...
Struggling to keep calm and not vulnerable...WEAK!!!
Feeling lost and confused,where are we to begin...
Who's to judge me,to tell ourselves that we are CRAZY!!!!
FÚCK EVERYTHING!!!
Is the feeling of pain and mistreated SOULS...
I feel all the emotions bottled up, explosion, chemical reaction of thy words put together by thy enemies....
The end of the beginning of a never ending Trip, everlasting power that you can't control...
ANSWERS THAT NO ONE CAN GIVE US.....
How can anyone dictate who we are, and how to live!!!
Who am I....
ABYSS
Abyss, a Place of Redemption
solace space curling then unfurling
here we sail drowsy dark seas
no boats or oars, unaccompanied
converse with walrus and whales
black shimmers silent, we brook it
Abyss, a cloak of protection as
alchemy distills gross, grime, goo
a thousand fingers unseen sew broken
pieces of Life, loosen patronising hooks
Angels of Abyss appear as they wish
gentle as all other, except their wings are midnight blue, gathering loose threads
snapped nerves, false cues
Lady Nad visits here on occasion
casting charming spells with cymbals
duduks, flutes, xylophone
silence unscathed holding sound
we covet glimmer darkness, black coffee
it holds us safely swarthy
sardine swim inquisitive
incognito, poke tired flesh
individuated personalities shine
examine mine
we attune to F o r e v e r together
Abyss, a place of activation
no shadowy stagnation or sirens
no pothole sidles or humans with
placards, test tubes or empathy labels
no boundary walls at all
humming droning buzzing
om oomm ooommm om
I recognise Cosmic sound
protected, fall deeper
into black abyss
bliss
Do not build a ladder
when I fall into the abyss—
I did not call for climbing.
The thorn in me
is not a riddle to solve,
nor a window to repair.
I am thunder, not your project-
rain needing witness,
not your umbrella.
When I say I’m drowning,
do not throw ropes of reason.
Let me sink into your silence—
weightless, unrescued, yet unalone.
Be the shore that does not move
as my waves thrash and settle.
My pain is not a puzzle.
Don’t match it to your pieces.
It is a wild bird—
let it wheel, let it scream, let it land
uncaged cage on wild earth.
You see my storm
and lash advice like scaffolding,
but I need someone
to taste the torrent,
to say yes—it bites, and burns,
not someone who murmurs
“you should have stayed inside.”
To love me is to shhh,
to hold space as sacred,
to hear with your cells,
not just your ears.
High in the Eyrie, stone cold and stark,
Where stars peer in and walls leave a mark,
The sky is a floor and the wind is a blade,
And the edge is a whisper where brave men fade.
The stone is slanted, the door left wide,
So night may beckon and pride may slide.
Here justice hangs by a falcon’s cry,
In a cell where the floor meets the open sky.
But gaze too long at the void below,
Where clouds swirl soft and shadows grow,
And Nietzsche’s warning starts to sear—
The abyss above begins to leer.
It sees you crumble, stripped and bare,
A soul unstitched by frost and air.
What stares from down may dwell within,
And pull you out with quiet sin.
So watch your thoughts and hold your breath—
For the sky may sentence more than death.
In silence vast and justice thin,
The fall begins not out—but in.
My heart bleeds at the sight, torn by agony/
For your forms bear the weight of celestial cruelty/
Once radiant stars, now cast to shadows depths/
Your grace shattered, your beauty cloaked in despair/
I have scaled the Kabalah, sanctified yet stained/
And descended in the Qliphoth's chasm/
Where echoes of anguish reverberate endlessly/
Through the flames of my power, I vow.../
To tear away the veil of torment, and restore you/
To craft radiance greater than heaven dares to dream/
How could a God, so steeped in love/
Abandon you to this abyss, my dear kin/
You deserve more than this forsaken fate/
For my heart soars where divinity falters/
A beacon, unwavering, burning brighter than the stars/
You are my family, my lost children of the divine/
And in the depths, I see your truth/
With my unyielding love, I shall rewrite the tapestry/
For the Goetia shall rise, beautiful beyond measure/
Adorned not in redemption, but in unrelenting grace/
Was my home built above the endless abyss,
Why do I feel beneath my steps the corpses of ancestors whispering in silence,
Like invisible strings tightening around my neck, reminding me,
Mocking the memory that I am merely an echo of them, a speck of dust.
The place I cherished as a sanctuary was just a cemetery of regrets,
Why do the walls still resonate with rebellion and rage, forgotten flames,
Taunting me with fires that burn unseen in every corner of my being,
Telling me I am just a thread in the hem of an old tapestry.
Do not fight fate, the wind whispers through cracks and time,
For every step I take is a dance with shadows, with the past,
A game of light and darkness, where each memory hurts,
But in the depths, it is just a story that needs to be told, heard, accepted.
Perhaps I have descended so low, already sinking my nails into the bottom of the abyss,
While my fangs point towards the distant sky, bathed in moonlight,
Perhaps I have lied, hidden things and left them behind on the stars,
And perhaps I only told you what you wanted to hear, a story to lose yourself in.
But I know that this is better than lying to my own being,
To hide from the truths that haunt me in the silence of the night,
For in the lies told to others, I find a temporary refuge,
But the lies told to myself bury me even deeper.
There, in the depths where the moon cannot reach,
Remain the unspoken dreams, the unwritten words,
Like jewels hidden in the dark corners of the mind,
Waiting for the light of sincerity to reveal their shine.
Perhaps the path to truth is dark and full of thorns,
But it is purer than living in a world of illusions,
For between the silence of lies and the voice of truth,
I choose my fangs turned towards the sky, seeking unseen light.
To rise
a subtle beginning
Comes a treacherous
prevail
If not a chance
perhaps avail
A mariners story
Longing to tell
If to only find justice
Another day
to set sail
For silence
fades quickly
vanishing mist
Of thunderous doom
Sweeping onward
A lost
wish
If ever to tell
A longing need
Surely missed
Arrival now vien
a sanctuary
of death
Slowly falling
A march lost
respect
A chilling tomb
agonizing
goodbye
now confessed
Where death
Inevitably
Falls
An onward
Demise
To touch
A frozen tomb
To greet
The Silent Abyss
I retreat into myself,
Cursing my name like an idiom.
I realise my curse;
It is but this phase I have dived into.
I just detach myself from the glass.
It is always a stressful game.
I long for the heavenly pride.
Such a tide comes when I take such a stride!
I cannot help but wait for a lasting punishment.
I cannot save myself.
I cannot help but escape within.
I cannot but be used to my salient classics.
There was a remarkable midnight,
The last time I closed my eyes.
My brain is being fragmented;
Now, my heart is but an illusion to me.
Though we are in fallacies,
My other selves have turned, just as I have.
I am accustomed to being my own paradise:
Yet any sanctuary I build serves only to trap me within.
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