My body softens as I see you smile.

The voice plucks and calms my nerves.

It's my universe.
The sun rises and scatters the cosmos across my soul.

A Tiny Cosmos

It's 3 a.m., and I'm trapped in a tiny cosmos with a soundscape and real-time scenery.

I see waves floating and weather changing through my closed eyes.

Colors dance in their own directions.

History

The history between you and me was a broken clock.

Doves rested in the shadow.
The breeze carried it away and spooked them.

A blanket of warmth covered me.
I listened to other poets' joy and pain.

New history was made.

Now is the perfect time to daydream
Safe in my imagination, I write and rewrite the stories.

It’s always easier to smile than to cry.

Now is the perfect time to confess
Like a failed poem that rambles on and on...

Perfect Timing

Now is the perfect time to go berserk
Like a failed rapping session,
like someone who streaks and cries on the street,
Who’s quickly deemed insane.

Now is the perfect time to introspect
To drift in this moment,
to be in love that is as careless and cruel as time.

I watched the seasons change in silence,
until you showed up and kicked me.
I kept turning, seeing new horizons.
Until it stopped
Until you left me

Inertia

I lay in the middle of a vast land, not moving, like a stone.
I let the grass grow around me.
The raindrops nourished me,
The sun shone on me,
The cruel thunderstorm whipped me.

I wake up again
and again
until the sun rises.

I blow out the candle so there’s no more shadow.
I count sheep in another language.
I wake up again.

I’m watching a YouTube video about AI that’s apparently using a lot of electricity, and stupid men are going to destroy the human race. I think about the room temperature and a beautiful love story.

Insomnia

The darkness envelops me.
I feel safe and energetic.

But an invisible cloud is forming in the dark sky.
I light a candle and stare at it so it stops spiraling.
I close my eyes, but they’re still wide open.

The monsters are collaborating to stop me from dreaming.
They form a giant shadow.

I step out of the revolving door that's been taking me in circles.

I let it be known that I'm okay being ugly.

A Scar

A scar invades my brain cells and expands until it covers my face,
my torso,
until it's all over me.

The color deepens when I try to remove it.

I wish I were a time traveler,
but I wouldn't be who I am without it.
It's a paradox I have to live with.

The ruin

The remains of the structure are still there,
hollow in the middle.

Soft rains gradually fill the hollow.
The outline is shaky.

I keep some of the debris.
The rain dries under the bright sun.

Concrete is poured.
I rebuild it, brick by brick.

Longing

It's more than a simple wish
I don't want just one cloud, I need the whole sky

The sun behind a building cuts the ground
I see you in both shadow and light

It starts to rain and the boundary disappears
A whisper as loud as thunder

She imagines the hammer on their heads, one by one.
It's the only way she can sit in a public place without being bothered,
the only way she can take out the trash without being bothered,
do anything without being bothered, really

She imagines the hammer on their heads, one by one.

Seeing Red

A pounding heart and a clenched fist

She can snap anytime, like a branch

She is always being looked at, being followed
She should watch her back, they say
He didn't mean any harm, they say

Someone gives her a hammer so she can hammer away both the not-nice and the nice guys

We sleep and then morning comes

Dew gathers on the grass
only to vanish quickly
before we even notice

Morning Dew

The summer air is harsh and coarse
The heat stands still

I make an effort to move
Sweat clings to my skin

The sun sets,and evening comes
The air grows gentler and all feels alive again

Prairie

Lying in the prairie all day
Staring at the line between the sky and the tall grass

The lack of obstacles confuses me

The soil takes advantage of the occasion and swallows me

I enjoy its embrace

A wildflower grows
An ancient feeling is ignited
A quiet warmth begins to take root

a soft reboot is performed
i suppress the errors and watch the system fail

Syntax of Feelings

it moves on a whim
a system boots and a script is executed to clean it out

logic has been thrown out the window
and the script is full of errors
it doesn't clean, boost or improve
but runs constantly

i try to schedule a pause, to no avail

error logs clog the system

I want to be invited even if only in your dreams
I want us to play with water
until it's warm
until our fingers sparkle
until they're wrinkled

until we're content

Want

I want to make sure it's being said

I want to dim the sun and the stars so you can see me
I want to live in your thoughts every day

I want to be a jester in your court
I want to be the piece of memory that lingers when you feel loved

She dances and teases everything
Buds compete to emerge between the cracks in the stone
awkward, and blossoming

I wish I were an evergreen

Spring

Seasons are travelers
Weather is indifferent

I've been drenched in the rain, scorched under the sun, and died in a foreign land
Now the ice has melted, and the breeze passes me by
Feelings thaw, only to be burnt again

Everyone pauses for a few seconds to declare that it's raining

I listen to the tapping on the windowpane

My words slip away with each drop
Each one seems to wash away my hanging grey

The city is new again

Rain

Heavy rain pours
The city is attacked by soft silver needles
Streets are decorated with tiny puddles

Water splashes as cars drive by
Children jump up and down in them afterward to revive the splashes
A dog does a full-body shake to get rid of the raindrops

why are people trashing Vivarium, it has a decent plot and great visuals, i give it 6/10

Superpower

You're a real fictional character
We shrink into a baby and a cradle in my experiment

I transform you into a chic gangster
a Joan of Arc

The superpower you possess

A sudden gust of wind twists the dust around
A random piece of music stirs feelings
A real slow dance starts

A corny love song

You quietly exploded and scattered about my brain
Like cotton candies
Like fluffy clouds
Like dewdrops,
their tiny reflections
The sun was mellow
The moon was temperate
Rivers murmured
Doves smiled
The air was precious again
The ground vibrated
I wish I sang like an opera singer