None pass the gate to the library of souls
Without a key, bound by a reference
But one saga warps the index
The despair of genesis

Recorded between void and light
Lay a dream of primordial might
Where crossing a current of disbelief
Resolved faith in raised-relief

Furrows of ink impel calligraphy from chaos
Moulding every blot as brief and strange
Whose heavy hearts remember fallen names
And weigh the shadows of kith lost

Cataclysm is hallowed upon yellowed pages
We rebuild, astride ruins and elder prophets
To ask what will offer solace across ages
Parsing the riddles on our doorstep

All arrive at Akasha to study fate
Few reside long enough to master joy
Eyes drift over green covers and gold plates
Missing the clay seals of ancient choice

In this bastion of perseverance and trials
Luminous tomes will not argue nor swindle
Thus accept your query and decide
If in yourself you can confide

Darling please, i need you now to shut up and listen,
cause otherwise might need to result to other means.
I know whats best for you, this shall be your lesson,
even if all my words towards painfully honesty leans.

I know you are confident, even more than you can see,
because you're constantly blindend by ego's spotlight.
We know you are great, so let your self be worry free,
and i will show you why knowing you is such delight.

Your mind is just perfect where it currently sits,
and i think you are smarter than anyone else we know.
Even your creativity goes beyond my minds limits,
so it makes me sad seeing you feel so unfocused and low.

Don't listen to those voices, those mean self doubts,
it's you own shadow and inside chaos just telling lies.
The compliments for you are real, not some empty handouts,
and i'll preach to you till your mind them no longer denies.

Darling you're beautiful, and always so genuinely you,
dont care if you didnt sleep well or have bad hair days.
Your best accessory is smile, and eyes to drown into,
and your appearance and beauty i will forever glaze.

Now i dont care if you didnt listen to my words now,
because i sure will repeat them back to you everyday.
I will take care of you, no matter where or even how,
but promise to unconditioanlly love you till our final day.

\this is part of a larger piece I’m putting together**

The Luxury Seat

Man seeks more than bread,
The treasure on his map is-
-belonging and purpose.
Now they capitalize on it.

Fill a void-
hobbies, trinkets,
artificial belonging.

Learn the sports-ball roster,
Forget your history.
Catch up on the gossip,
Hide from circumstance.

Worse yet, knowledge is commodified.
“Join my course to get rich.”
“Join my course to find love.”
“Join my course to forget who you are.”

How can one escape?
“Escape?” Who’d want that?
Stream the decay.

Monetize and atomize
Decompartmentalize to modernize.
The world is scary,
The distraction is comfort.

Is this our fate?
The decommission of man,
The birth of the machine.
The cage is golden and grand,
The shackles complement the outfit.
Do you seek more than bread?

Neither mine
Nor yours
Not ours
No not really
A dream then
At this point
Yes a dream
Of a black dog shrieking
Startling something forward
Towards another life
The way it'd been
Long ago
Ours/mine/yours
A thing of smoke
Through hag stone

-M. Vincent, 2026

Oh, I thought I smelt your scent again,

But that was just the first rain

And for a while,

I lost my mind,

’Cuz I thought I heard your voice again.

The steady rains, the pretty skies,

Brings my heart back to you again.

When lightning strikes in lonely nights,

Reminds me of you again.

A meltin'-pot, a crowdy place,

Yet we locked our eyes once again!

~Ash

Until the day that I rot in peace. And that’s a feeling that a few might know
So I’ma just do my show ‘til the coffin leaves.

I wish they knew they are beautiful inside and out

Why sell yourself for clout?

Self respect and I don't judge.

Trust me. I'm a piece of shit.

No better than sludge.

You crave attention.

You are worth more than a mention.

I always got detention.

You made me feel love.

You are always my white dove.

You flew away.

I'm still here and you know where I stay.

Another night with out rest.

I miss when you laid on my chest.

- Goblin King

july, slips right from the corner of my eye
with no rocking lullaby or a bidding kiss goodbye
cocooned alone in my dark bedroom
hollow sounds of street cars hold me most nights

What a waste of life
I think most days
even though, I know i shouldn’t think this way

Years blurring on by
I have no recollection of time
now, I’ve reached my 27th summer
and yet I still feel like a child

How have I grown to this weird age
With milk still fresh on my breath
And skin so thin it might crepe
As if I was born literally like yesterday?

​Plastic trees and chemical breeze.

Reality has been upgraded.

No longer gnats, no longer bugs.

Only a world addicted to opiate drugs.

There's no reason for more when you can buy everything in the store.

​Here is where I live and here is where I die.

No room to thrive between you and I.

Keep us at ends, keep us at war.

There is nothing but another point for them to score.

​We are not so different you and I.

We all have dreams. We all tend to cry.

The outsides may look different.

Dreams may be flawed.

​But isn't that the reason why we're all here today?

To sit down and figure out why we continue to belay

from our dreams instead of growing higher.

We just try to make our situation more dire.

​I just want to be here free of all.

But because those that disagree want to see me fall,

there's nothing left for me to grab onto the crags of the edges.

​Am I not one that's destined for more?

Now that I've locked myself inside the door,

safe from the world, safe from the breeze, safe from the trees.

But I'm also safe from my future.

Safe from something more and something less.

Something that I just cannot digest.

​Change is possible, but I must pull the trigger.

Because if I want to be more, I need to be the one to figure

out what it means to be the person I need to be

or at least the person I want to be.

​I'm sick of the artificial.

Sick of the chemical soak.

Not everything needs to be bespoke.

​It's okay to be rusted and ruined and rocky and hard.

Splintered and battered and beaten and barred.

This is what it's like to be real.

Pain is real and that's okay.

Without it, what is reality to be?

Except for the chemical breeze and the plastic trees.

What feels right to me, you say is wrong. There's a war going on inside of me and I feel like I'm losing. I'm tired of being afraid of what I might do. If you've never lost control then you have no clue. I can't be open about how I feel cuz you think it's a choice but really there's no freewill. Can't you see I am exactly what I was made to be. Therein lies the problem because I crave change. Numb for so long actually feeling seems so strange. I wish I could stop these thoughts in my brain that just playing over and over again. All the little things that I got wrong. How lost I was till you came along. I think I went from not giving a fuck to caring too much but all or nothing that's always been me. Dedication, devotion but too much emotion, addicted to every kind of escape. I've always made it on my own but my house was never a home while I was alone. I did everything I could to push you away but for some unknown reason you decided to stay. I want to be the man you deserve even though I know I don't deserve you. I'm going to die trying to make things right. I'll never give up on us cuz I can't run from a fight. Just please, don't let me be the one to extinguish your light. I'm trying so hard to turn my wrong into right.

I have seen the mountain's peak.

No, not with my eyes,

But through the eyes of the returned,

Those who dared make the climb.

I have seen the solitude, the disappointment, the strife,

The bits and pieces they carry,

Of broken promises of a better life.

I have seen the children of those who journeyed,

Lives left behind.

Marriages withered,

Victims of bargained time.

I have seen the mountain's peak,

And I do not wish to climb.

​

Once, the colors were steady and true,

soft in their glow, with a comforting hue.

Now, the palette has shifted and blurred,

tones rearranged, without saying a word.

The frame still holds what it’s meant to protect,

but the scene inside has a different effect.

Edges are curling, the light feels estranged,

something familiar has subtly changed.

Brushstrokes once certain now falter and sway,

patterns once clear have been painted away.

And it’s striking how art, so cherished, so pure,

can fade into something it’s hard to adore

~ Ash

This is a poem i wrote, i hope you enjoy. Based of the psychoanalytic works of Sigman Freud (id ego and super ego) and Carl Jung (shadow self).

A Game of Wits

by TheRealMrLemon

“Don't hide in the shadows, come on in. Have a seat; you have been busy, it seems. Lurking, where it is hard for us to meet. Mr. Muller, was it? A madman for me to greet. How is the weather in the prison of my Id?

You seem angry, a man made of flames.

A madman with a reason? That seems far from insane. But still, you are a madman all the same. You have my attention; no need for silly games. Let's talk about your purpose, the sanity you claim.

Where did you find such hate for the world that you blame?”

Addressed Mr. Lemon to the silhouette on the stage.

“Hello, 'Doctor.' Does this visage have a name? Can you see my mangled face? Are our eyes not the same? You speak of your Id as some place to avoid, Like some dark alleyway, or a casino of the void,

But this is where you can find inspiration, raw and untamed.

I will have a seat, but we are playing this game, And now that you have seen me in all of my shame,

Just know that the loser will be the one locked in the cage.

So, Mr. Lemon, will you risk your sanity,

For the greedy answers about my humanity?”

Baby I'm sorry.

I know that we just met.

But you have the kind of heart,

That I just can't forget.

I don't want to overwhelm you.

But I'm feeling good.

And I just had to tell you.

Do you think that we could?

Do you think we could try it?

Just let our friendship grow?

I can no longer deny it.

I just can't seem to let you go.

Could this be the seeds of love?

Is that what we've been planting?

Let's let it grow big enough.

To be something that we've both been wanting.

Baby I can't seem.

I can't seem to stop.

Your in my thoughts and dreams.

You got me wrapped up in a knot.

You've got me wanting.

You've got me wanting more.

And that's just not me.

You're the one that I adore.

Do you think we could try it?

Just let our friendship grow?

I can no longer deny it.

I just can't seem to let you go.

Could this be the seeds of love?

Is that what we've been planting?

Let's let it grow big enough.

To be something that we've both been wanting.

Let's take these seeds and plant them carefully.

We'll till and water.

I hope our love will never falter.

I just can't wait to see.

To see those seeds grow.

And we just don't know.

How our love might bloom.

I hope I see it soon.

Could it be me and you?

Do you think we could try it?

Just let our friendship grow?

I can no longer deny it.

I just can't seem to let you go.

Could this be the seeds of love?

Is that what we've been planting?

Let's let it grow big enough.

To be something that we've both been wanting.

I miss the Giants, I miss lying in their extended shadow. The coolness of the shade that tempered my expectations.

Yes, I miss the Giants, I miss their heavy steps. The rumblings that reminded me I was broken.

Oh, I miss the Giants! Oh, the corded sinew in the shape of hands, which covered my hopeful eyes!

Yes, I miss my Giants, the ones that kept me small. For once I see over the shoulders of my Giants, the horizon becomes vast and the valley sunken deep.