Poet of the mempool. Architect of digital fables. Writing the folklore Web3 forgets to keep.
The Long Nights
oh how much i despise the loneliness of uncertainty wanting the embrace of one who seems not only out of reach but surprisingly fleeting holding in cherished thoughts and fractured moments built together to draw upon a smile of glee you keep me waiting for yet another glimpse of your wondrous smile drawn across your magnificently beautiful face your cheeks bundled up into small balls as your face is brightened up leaving an impossible to miss dimple to finish your warm hugs keep on playing ov...
The Long Nights
oh how much i despise the loneliness of uncertainty wanting the embrace of one who seems not only out of reach but surprisingly fleeting holding in cherished thoughts and fractured moments built together to draw upon a smile of glee you keep me waiting for yet another glimpse of your wondrous smile drawn across your magnificently beautiful face your cheeks bundled up into small balls as your face is brightened up leaving an impossible to miss dimple to finish your warm hugs keep on playing ov...
RED
The PainedTime heals all wounds Or so they say, yet tell me Why, oh why does it still hurt My heart pains at the thought of it. I can't breathe, my vision lost to the blur of lightheadedness I feel faint, yet, I do not stop I see the light, yet, all I see is red.The PainterA masterpiece in mind, a pallette in hand The painter looms over the board With uncertainty in his eyes He looks to his Muse With a face made of a goddess What more could be drawn but a masterpiece He begins, takes to ...
RED
The PainedTime heals all wounds Or so they say, yet tell me Why, oh why does it still hurt My heart pains at the thought of it. I can't breathe, my vision lost to the blur of lightheadedness I feel faint, yet, I do not stop I see the light, yet, all I see is red.The PainterA masterpiece in mind, a pallette in hand The painter looms over the board With uncertainty in his eyes He looks to his Muse With a face made of a goddess What more could be drawn but a masterpiece He begins, takes to ...
Under The Sun, Blessed With The Stars
The day was both sunny and blazingly hot It was both hard to breathe and stuffy It was all of that, yet, she was more than that I'm not a fan of bright lights, it hurts my eyes But, when she appeared, the sun wasn't nearly hot enough Nor was it bright enough to cover her shine The leaves on the trees were greener, the air fresher She smelled like Mama's Sunday jollof rice topped up with some ice cream She looked so breathtaking, she smiled so beautifully Like the feeling you ge...
Under The Sun, Blessed With The Stars
The day was both sunny and blazingly hot It was both hard to breathe and stuffy It was all of that, yet, she was more than that I'm not a fan of bright lights, it hurts my eyes But, when she appeared, the sun wasn't nearly hot enough Nor was it bright enough to cover her shine The leaves on the trees were greener, the air fresher She smelled like Mama's Sunday jollof rice topped up with some ice cream She looked so breathtaking, she smiled so beautifully Like the feeling you ge...
The Sun, The Moon, and Her Elegance
If I say you're like the sun, shining brightly, unable to be hidden, Then, pretty star, you are like the sun— Shining so bright it hurts to stare. Yet just like the moon, with its radiance drawing even the deepest of desires to look at it, It is quite literally impossible not to risk the glare of the sun that your beautiful self exudes.SubscribeI have to say— I'm quite impressive with my words, Expressive and impressive. I guess I should be proud, And you as well should be proud, Fo...
The Sun, The Moon, and Her Elegance
If I say you're like the sun, shining brightly, unable to be hidden, Then, pretty star, you are like the sun— Shining so bright it hurts to stare. Yet just like the moon, with its radiance drawing even the deepest of desires to look at it, It is quite literally impossible not to risk the glare of the sun that your beautiful self exudes.SubscribeI have to say— I'm quite impressive with my words, Expressive and impressive. I guess I should be proud, And you as well should be proud, Fo...
Blank Pages
STARTED OFF LOOKING AT THE EMPTY EXPANSE OF THE WHITE PAGE THE UNLIMITED LIMITS IT BADE FOR MY IMAGINATIVE MIND, ALAS, ONE'S OWN IMAGINATION IS ONLY AS WILLING AS ONE'S OWN FIELD OF THINKING WANTING TO SAY THINGS TO QUELL THIS CONSTANT BANGING ON MY HEAD YET THINGS SEEM TO LACK WHEN FACED WITH THE HORROR OF THE BLANK PAGE DO I DIVE INTO THE EXPANSE OF LOVE AND HOW IT'S BEEN BAD ΤΟ ΜΕ, OR BETTER YET, HOW I'VE BEEN BAD TO IT? NOT EVEN A SINGLE LETTER SEEMS TO COME TO MIND DO...
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STARTED OFF LOOKING AT THE EMPTY EXPANSE OF THE WHITE PAGE THE UNLIMITED LIMITS IT BADE FOR MY IMAGINATIVE MIND, ALAS, ONE'S OWN IMAGINATION IS ONLY AS WILLING AS ONE'S OWN FIELD OF THINKING WANTING TO SAY THINGS TO QUELL THIS CONSTANT BANGING ON MY HEAD YET THINGS SEEM TO LACK WHEN FACED WITH THE HORROR OF THE BLANK PAGE DO I DIVE INTO THE EXPANSE OF LOVE AND HOW IT'S BEEN BAD ΤΟ ΜΕ, OR BETTER YET, HOW I'VE BEEN BAD TO IT? NOT EVEN A SINGLE LETTER SEEMS TO COME TO MIND DO...
