Poetry Pages

By: Kristopher Holtz I'm the opposite of what's known as a dream Something to be feared and make you scream I'm the perfect predator feasting on thoughts in your head While feeling assumingly safe asleep in your bed I'm patient and have all infinite time Waiting for the perfect moment to commit my c...

By: Kristopher Holtz A dream can be a window into the past The connection is temporary and closing fast A dream can show us what we most desire Fantasizing about what we're longing to acquire A dream can unlock forgotten memories Showing us flashbacks of familiarities A dream can be so detailed and ...

Fallen first son into fires of Sun
Father cast out his son
Severe punishment
instead of teaching was done
Forbidden apple doesn't fall far from tree of one
Like father like son forgot the mother!

By:Dmitriy krymkin

We are divine lights shining
Under moon’s glow!
In the divine darkness we are
Flowing at night
We, the cosmic symbols!

Controller dropped, screen sucked him up, Into ocean of information, Light gave him new life and new formation. Only his still body lies on the chair. It was his soul given another chance, Oblivious of his “I” friend, Dead and silenced individuality without romance. He paid his family debt forgettin...

He wasn’t any part of the establishments! He was wanderer of his own contentment, Aperson, or Cosmic Energy, Like every one of us! He never said, “Condemn all other divinity!” in the Passion, His biography distorted by his apostles. Apostated his philosophy They were anti-founder and anti his founda...

heinzs wrote: ↑

Sat Aug 18, 2018 3:36 pm

It's good to see the trilogy together. Nice!

Thank u for reading!!!

Part 1: Animal-inSect submission By: Dmitriy Krymkin In love and marriage, Gods grow sick, old and die, Living in the coffins that age, With the Goddesses! In Death and conflict, Wars and disease inflicted! On their divine-civilizations declined. In heavens of hells, They give birth to their childre...

Gods spoke, Is “Our “purpose” and “meaning” of life, To give you “purpose” and “meaning” to your life?” People replied “We can’t exist without you! We will die without you!” Gods “One of our gods died To create universes You know the verse!” His eyes were sun and moon, And his body gave stars soon, ...

I walk through the silent hall, There they are standing tranquil and tall. Splendid seasons pass, as they gather dust. They even look like us but they are not us. They are in the cosmic eye room Under same sun they are given breath of light. Now they have souls ignited into them. Neither saved nor c...

Crushing waves, crush like glass on the shore.
We are shattered with the rest of the declining mass.
We, the rocks broken off the mountain.
We are drowning,
Sinking into the ocean floor at last!

Morana awakens from deep sleep! Her three sisters, Spring Summer, Autumn And sky weeps from frozen winter chill, ice-winds kill! She calls our nameless names. As we fall from heavenly place. We, the snowflakes dissolve on the way, Falling onto the throne of the Nihil. Like our lives were in denial.

Diagnosis: Psychosis Art is medicine! It helps him to cope with the “reality.” Insanity written on his walls Those filled with healed souls. World Ouroboros He is hospitalized in the cross And he is trapped in layers of the existence Without resistance only he needs the resilience! He is not “real” ...

Behind the glass of monitor, Controllers’ push buttons and we buzz, All in each and our own slots! Eating tasty honey with myriads of flavors, We succumb to their favors. Laboring and choosing the choses, That already made for us, Phones, tones, clothes, Foods in our home, the beehive, We play along...

We have invisible yet so clear! We have them! Should we fear, Our horns of the worlds? When we lie they grow. Who are the devils now? They are born in Heaven under duckies will. Yet we live and don’t see them! We are eyeless to ourselves. We are part of one stem. We are horned ducky bombs, They are ...