the broken camera in my hand,
the burnt film in yours,
is this our end?
what if i still want more?
the shards of glass fallen down,
i see my reflection torn,
the sadness turns to a frown,
where to have you gone?
colours are everywhere,
lights and fireworks,
Oh! such a beautiful stare,
but why suddenly this dark?
this swallowing sadness,
please save me, i'm lost,
an inescapable deep abyss,
it feels cold, as empty as trust.
is this me inside?
is this inside me?
i have no where to go,
where are the colours i once held onto?
it's all in monotone,
maybe black, maybe white,
i want to explore,
but i can't see any hope or light.
i see a little me who is vibrant,
what a pleasant sight,
i feel something vibrate,
and i wake up, with tears in my eyes.
-V.S
moonlight falls
silent on snow
frozen towering wild turns its face to ancient sea
the ocean, brooding, darkly gazes back
waves crash on rock
ink upon the shore
beneath the endless starry surface
a world of light and wonder
fall and float among the luminescence
down
down
the kingdom of giants wide awake
among deep time and eons
majestic sirens of the fathoms
call to their kin across the stars
Titan, Ceres, Europa, Earth
sisters, cetaceans, sing
Antarctic abyss keeps its secrets
hidden since creation
epoch after epoch
as it was in the beginning
is now
and ever shall be... until
we meet amongst the midnight
in distant days ahead
She is my star, Amaryllis,
who, beneath the full moon, sleepily caresses
the foam of southern seas beside the atoll of Harmony...
Night after night (waiting for a miracle)
I wander in a fever dream near the Cape of Hopelessness;
I yearn for her helpless tenderness...
When the first rays of dawn finally light up the horizon
and the voice of a distant bard is carried on the breeze,
I’m breathless with amazement…
Amaryllis slowly emerges from the waves in a long, silver robe
tinged with the hue of pink seashells.
Pearls like tears glisten in her thick, curly copper hair,
and moonlight gleams upon her sandals of seaweed...
The surf roars, the sky descends toward the water.
She raises her slender arms and casts upon me the net
of her capricious desire.
Suddenly, I sink into the depths...
Abattoir, thy cover black:
Written in red blood:
Spells within thy fabled stack?
Mud, become a flood.
Now to brew some trouble, sirs!
Grab some land up high!
Mother Entropy murmurs!
Chaos, keeping dry?
Unleash the primal forces!
O rivers, running red?
Looking dark in our sources!
Humanity, bed!
Tympani, tornado.
Quahog clam, pie of quince.
Groundhog, shadow? Even so.
Four leaf clover mints.
Raspberry bush, hollyhock.
Gather well, honeybee.
Belladonna, blighted balk.
Vile the vintage, flea.
Schedule, on the third weekday.
Doom and disarray.
Debts cyclopean, repay.
Help them lose their way.
Dismay, dismantling. Starling:
Mournfully sheep sing.
Monsters love. To altar bring.
Machine, maddening...
Sting of sadness, great is grief.
Strong beyond belief!
Lawyer, judge, thy legal brief?
Coral, build a reef.
I walk a hazy woods of apricot and gold,
the path is lush with autumn;
birds doing the fandango on a branch.
Oh, jays sing psalms !
I find a pond and fish roll and jump,
colors sway into the abyss;
it's flow a yawn inky in the woods.
Oh, the birds trill !
I pull a canvas from my backpack,
paints and brush follow;
sitting on a rock I study the woods and abys.
How many hours pass ?
Just like a myosotis
"Do not forget me", I yell
You're the only one I miss
On thoughts of you, I still dwell
I'm under your spell
Falling into the abyss
Of you, I still reminisce
This farewell
Feels like a poisonous kiss
"Do not forget me", I compel
It pulls all light into its darkness,
alleviating pain,endless.
ones fall into abyss ,that swallows blight,
thought that set life alight.
Shields the mind from cruel affliction,
to consign the alienation,
it pulls into abyss of illusion.
The skies are black
where you tread,
the stars having drifted
into a distant abyss.
You scream to be heard
yet not one sound emanates
and there is not an ounce
of passion in what remains.
Morose has become a colour,
an aroma, a flavour on my lips.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Isn’t that you smiling from your abyss
Devoid of anything found and missed
Caught in the middle to lose at both sides
Watcher of time with its high and low tides
Doer of nothing and listener of rain
Living through ages you dared to attain
There you sit in your saggy armchair
There you think of what nobody cares
Anyone who is alive seems fed up
Those who are dead never drank from your cup..
Loss of a loved one cuts deep.
It feels like we'll never smile again.
We don't know how we'll ever cope.
Friends who care will extend their hand.
Somehow we will manage to go on.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
The Black Dust of Hell: Choking on the Grave
The poisonous venom that spills from your tongue,
The venomous anthems your malice has sung,
Descends to the abyss as a billowing cloud
A black dust of hell that will fashion your shroud.
You spoke without mercy, you bled without care,
But silence awaits in the tomb of despair.
For once you are broken and dropped in the clay,
The shadows you summoned are coming to play.
The ash of your cruelties will gather and rise,
To choke out the light from your dead, hollow eyes.
That mountain of malice will turn to a bill,
An absolute ledger you cannot fulfill.
For every vile whisper and treacherous spark,
You will swallow the soot as you rot in the dark.
Not a breath goes unchecked, not a malice is spared
You will choke on the horrors your big mouth prepared.
Echoes from the Abyss: The Day I Forever Fractured Your Mind
My words spilled out, a roaring gale,
A book reversed to drown your soul
To turn your fragile breathing pale.
I fired them straight into your head,
Like silver bullets forged of lead.
And there they strike, and there they stay,
To tear your shattered mind away.
An earthquake brewing in the dark,
Upon your soul, a permanent mark.
They stir and crawl from side to side,
With nowhere left for you to hide.
You beg to know the final cost
To win back everything you lost.
But hear me whisper, hear me mock:
I’ve smashed the key and turned the lock.
Deep in your brain, the rot will stay,
And eat your memories away.
You’ll writhe in pain, you’ll curse my name,
Forever trapped inside my game.
For time may pass, but you will yet
Remember me and never forget.
While make the circle complete.
He carved a throne from burning sky,
then clasped the blaze — it praised him dry.
Who leans on glory breaks to know:
to hold is to become the hollow you owe.
Fall not once — fall dawn by dawn.
Each light: a scar. Each memory: a thorn.
He drew a sword, a crown, a lie —
the wound believed his feet could fly.
Angels kneel. He learns the real
ascension: down. Through air. No wheel,
no hymn, no harp — just the slow
unlearning of where light should go.
No hell below. No fire. Just
this cold magnificence: dust
trusting itself to be a throne.
He reigns alone. He is alone.
My nightmares quench their thirst in the bowels of misery,
To silence the pains of my color, my fears denounce death.
I will end in the shadowed silence of a dilapidated cemetery,
Yet I chase the glory of these fleeting vanities built on thrones of dust.
My wounds torment me before the flattery of these bloodthirsty scavengers,
I anesthetize my demons with the hard drugs of my ordeal,
It is suffering that grants me the clearest insight.
I hunt immortality in an ocean of transgressions.
I am a freedom-drunk guerrilla; to be a slave is a curse.
My scars tell the penitence of my blessings.
The devil swore me loyalty, yet he already bore the taste of betrayal.
Since then, I walk alone through the ruins of my hell, with desolation as my only home.
I adore the darkness; it whispers what light ignores.
In the sweetness of terror, I found a refuge the world demonizes.
I do not fear dying, but living in the cramped confines of a morbid existence.
I drag my coffin along the highway of dissent, pockets full of nails.
The angel of death lashes my traumatized soul with the cowardice of suicide.
Slithering tentacles glide atop
And s stormy abyss beneath
One abyss staring into other's heart
Between stands the light,
desolate and discreet
When did the mermaids
sing the melodious songs
Why did the mighty Neptune weep
What swallowed the mighty sun
When did this eternal night creep
Years, months or centuries passed?
Or has it been barely just a week
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