Whispers from the depths (poem)

Find it nestled away in the dark

beyond the secrets we're meant to keep,

a nebulous crevasse enveloping it,

a name with no language.

Its whispers slither up the walls

reaching beyond what we'd admit

into the suppressed silence of our minds,

offering truths mixed with lies.

Its temptation is chaos,

a home folding onto and into itself,

walls becoming floors, windows, doors,

a roof made of spheres and cubes.

Fearfully force it back into the depths

where space and time curl up

to it can be lost far from here:

order left intact despite its attempts.

-Zero

Hot Summer Nights (poem)

A summer so hot I barely slept,

staring at an off-white ceiling until morning

with you grinding your teeth next to me

searching for a name to give this.

Sanctuary, salvation,

that's what I came to call it;

a life so mangled and desperate,

I clung onto nothing.

There's a world where we worked,

and there we burn in misery,

constantly desiring to aspire to better

with nowhere to go.

-Zero

Determination (poem)

Do I have enough determination?

enough to break out of my dreams

and drag them out into reality?

I worry I don't.

I'm terrified I never will.

But I promised I would.

I promised my mother

when I decided on this path,

obscured by rivers of ink.

I promised myself

to be more than I ever was,

more than shadows could make me.

I promised my fiery creator

that I would burn so bright,

he could bask in my light.

But determination is self-fulfilling:

those who accept its absence never know it,

and those who don't are determined to possess it.

So I am left to ask again:

do I have enough determination,

or will I accept an unfulfilled fate?

-Zero