Yet still I tried, again, again, To find the pulse in what had been. -mimic

Diving into Nature's masterpiece.

But instead, you’re just another lesson in how silence can be loud and privacy should never be begged for. -mimic

Trust is not a gift, It’s a mirror—fragile, earned. And you, through shadows, Let a third’s whispers pierce What should have been sacred. -owl

The moon hangs, half-aware, ghost-thin above the drift, while steel scribes lines in air. -infatuated

The face I wear is a work of art. Conceals the wonders of the painter’s might. The stories we are—like the silk of your hand. I weave it all, and I know where to cut.   The lord of lies, prisoner of time. Stitches can’t heal a broken heart. -owl

You touched me first — a whisper dressed in gasoline, lit the first tile with your smile and watched me burn obscene. -infatuated

Do you really know my rhythm? This is just a drop of narcissism. -Wednesday

Dominoes never ask who fell first — just who pushed through. -mimic

Marvellous past times where light prevails. Rocks and stars are flying through the cosmic void. Immeasurable probability where life is unveiled. Space and time are warped by my own toys. -owl

Ignorance is bliss -mimic

Grown accustomed to the ways of home. Phrases and songs splashed my white clothes. Sickening is the behaviour of those ashore Frame the group but only one’s dull. - owl

Now, go on. I’ll dissolve your blindness   Tell me, What do you wish to know? -infatuated

Those astray from the correct mood. So obvious, but you can’t get a clue. -ongoing

Wanderers in every corner of space. Writing rhythms of cosmos. -doomscrolling

Turning on the oldest program at hand. Reality engine: humans_run terra_mater. -Wednesday

Prefrontal cortex reasoning vs. limbic lust -doomscrolling

Can rain be more than inspiration for fire? -Wednesday

I’m blue but not like the skies. I wither. With no caretakers around, the garden shrinks. As I fall, my colours bleed. “Can’t be saved”, the rain screamed. The plant III -Mimic

No comment -doomscrolling

The face I wear, work of art. Conceal the wonders, painter’s might. -ongoing

Aren’t we all? -Wednesday

My many arms touch the skies. I breathe. The shadow I cast is everyone’s home. I fight for space, though I am alone. I’m powerful, I’m powerless. The plant - II -Mimic

Cold mornings with clear skies. I look up. Wind on my skin, I'm feeling alive. If only I knew my journey’s path. I wish I knew, I really do. The plant -mimic

Like an angioplasty going to the core to get the embolus. Back to the beginning, to understand the end. -infatuated

Right on sight, the eagle’s determination was the only truth deserving pity. Nothing to be grabbed by its claws nor anything resembling feelings. -mimic

If I go outside, what will be my name? -mimic

From dawn to dusk, breeze helps me see through the mist. Soundless. Nothing disturbs the view. The mystery of nature can’t be obscured.   I’m hearing a calling, there’s an owl in the balcony. -wednesday

My domains are huge, and sometimes there's war. Sticks and stones at the gates of my home. They seek to find my lovely soul. Yet, they all end as slaves, mine like gold. -ongoing

Que tanto un juego puede hacerte reflexionar? MV3 -mimic

Real like a map, the eagle’s knowledge was not tampered with, no shadows. Foresaw the peaks, never landing tracked all and marked with arrows. -owl

First the snake, then the sin The taste of the apple lingers deep within me. Glance at the garden to recall your darkness. -wednesday but late

Self contained when suspicions turned out to be true. -ongoing

Sickening is the behaviour of those ashore Frame the group but only one’s dull. I search for sensations dripping at the faucet. Thirsty for a liquor as scarce as water. -owl

-Us magicians don't need hypnosis. We curse and jinx. -I don't know what that is... -Soon, you'll know nothing but the majesty of me. -mimic

If only there was moment to fully appreciate the treasures at hand. It’s too early still. -Wednesday but late

Spins and twirls over coral reefs, these warm waters are all to me. -infatuated

The floods alert the pigeons and pets. -doomscrolling

First the stroke, then the painting. Of all the arts, I can say it's my favourite. Did you learn how to speak? -ongoing

Reflection on the edge of the dam that breaks. Roots, anchored.  The ripples turn into waves.   -owl

omg when your vision comes to life 🤩

Lines and leaves flow together and find themselves where the sun rises. They sink with no pressure, only to be seen by the greatest divers. -infatuated

First the title, then the lyrics. Let me guess and you shall think. I'm the writer, let me dream. -mimic

Avalanche, gasping for air. Outside voices cry for help. Facing the will of death, “I won’t read that. It’s not too late.” -Wednesday

Rooted and rotted. I call it: Ayn gel ick effect -owl

True white light Scorching in my eyes. Distorted, twisted and messy I’m glad now I see clearly. -doomscrolling

Sadly, it was a fated day. Oh, but before, My mission in life was set in stone. Progress and growth never halted. Penetrating dawn, as summer cried. Friends and lovers were not meant to fight. -Wednesday

Yes, it was a fated day. Oh, but before, The drive for emotions was electrifying. Longing for proximity, intoxicating. Starry night as the moon shined. Raves and wonders were meant to dance. -Wednesday but late

-Blue or red pill? Serve the poison; drink it to the end. Do you see the veil? Butterflies and spiderwebs. I am an easy target myself. -Wednesday Mimic

Searching to settle in the environment But temperature shapes the elements. That was the first time I struggled. And it felt frightening. -Wednesday