Where Do I Land?

The city hums

a low, relentless buzzing

laced with the stench of human urinals,

the beat of angry cars

nearly colliding,

crashing like tidal waves

if not for fate

intervening at the very last second,

amused by its own timing.

High above it all, I wait

a lone wolf,

while my pack builds the world without me,

dictating who I should become

to belong in it.

They whisper

inequality,

...

I’d given up on him ever coming back. After 12 years of searching, even after destroying every last demon, I had never gotten Graham back.

At first, I had avoided the swings where we used to play together, under the arch, high enough to overlook the mountains separating our home of Rhumesok and the country of Arenshu. The hike had always been endless, taking us days at a time, camping against snow...

It's taken its toll,

A lack of control,

Sitting on rooftops, lighting up spliffs.

Sitting on hills, taking bong rips.

For years I've been doing this,

Sitting High Above the City

I always felt there was more.

Like a log washed up on shore.

I feel content,

Or is it this hit?

Have I maxed out life,

And this really is it?

Reached the end of the road

As satisfied as I could ever be.

Just me,

Sitting ...

Above such high cities,

I see only the dark.

Lights that shine from such spark,

That my eyes could never see clearly.

From step to step,

That reaped my beginnings

To night by night,

That my heart aches from reaching.

To far my breath cant solitude its sound,

While i gasp for you to breathe ,

As patience begins to fade to wreath,

My days become not square; but round.

The cycle I change to make ...

hello little bird.

this is The City. this is our home. we fly above it everyday, protecting it from monsters.

we are flyers. the reason The City can be a home for many.

people who love, people who care, people who want peace.

but the monsters hate. and don’t care. and want war.

we must protect The City from these monsters. these monsters hurt. they hunt the lovers down and tear them apart.

t...

Above the city , that’s where you said we meet if we ever get lost we’d meet above the city that’s what you said that’s what we promised but when I got lost, I went and when I went, I didn’t see you so I waited and waited above the city so high it was, but yet your name never came looking. You never found me so I just kept sitting, and I never realized how much time has passed....

When you live in a city that brings you no purpose of happiness, nothing is fine. Nothing is OK. Nothing gives you high spirits. But my father, before he passed, he used to bring me to this cave in one of the mountains near our city. He’d told me, “Sometimes when you’re living in hell, going higher can make it all feel so small.” It was like being in heaven when he was with. Now he’s as high as hi...

High Above the City

Time has a way to stand still

Not just that, but details are shown

Unto those who take breath, smile

And simply observe as much as

You can attentively take in

And the obscure to the mind

That is allowed to wander to and fro

High Above the City

Hope can be renewed

To even one who gives in to it all

To a narcissist that constantly doubts

Despite it being night or day

Nature has...

when i die, scatter my ashes upon the mountains

on which my soul was conceived

when i die, scatter my ashes into the waters

wherein my consciousness came alive

when i die, scatter my ashes upon the desert lands

for there i began a love affair with the earth

return me back to that which formed me

return me back to the earth that groomed me

return me back to the waters that nourished me

retur...

The climb was never easy. That was why she did it.

In the year 3245, Alira lived in the heart of Neo-Kuala—flawless, floating, and governed by silence. No war, no crime, no unrest. The city functioned like a perfected organism. Needs met. Emotions managed. Disputes dissolved by logic.

But up here—on the ancient ridge outside the civic grids, past the surveillance limits—was a place where silence...