A new existence

It is all falling apart bit by bit, crumbling into an unknown dimension morphing to be the new norm, Is it for better or for worse? we do not know But it will be different for sure we can all feel it A new existence is taking shape All we have to do now is…

There is no place for common sense.

There it is sitting by the riverside, the moon glimmering on its face like the sparkling glimpse of a distant world, Just sitting there casually, not seeming lost even though I feel it is, Staring into the slow flowing water with a wry smile on its face and feet dangling in the cool water playfully…

Wondering

I wonder if there is anything left in me to wonder, Apart from wondering about the wonderings of my mentally unstable psychosis, I guess I should wonder more, Or perhaps not, either way what is the point, I am as I am, Maybe I need to learn to leave myself alone at times, And so…

Like I give a damn

Originally posted on The World of Momus:
Riding high, with my favourite lie, I don’t know why, I wouldn’t feel, like the world is mine. Setting sight, on the rocky shores, Battering sea, soaking salt in wounds, like I give a damn. Falsity of my, forgotten believes, shrugging misconceptions, of my own damnation, I have…

Into the abyss of ignorance

Originally posted on The World of Momus:
Blindly strolling, on the pavement of despair, never knowing to smile, or stumbling upon a reason to do so, what life is this we lead, trying to find something, that needs not to be found, but to be experienced all around, on we go still, into the abyss…

Old Man’s Note

Originally posted on The World of Momus:
The wind is blowing furiously tonight, shaking every inch of the forest, knocking my little home with the will to break it; it usually does this time of the year. When I was young my mother used to tell me that angels come to sleep in this part…

To the depths of Hell

Originally posted on The World of Momus:
To the depths of hell I travel, Wondering if there is a way out from down below, To a new world where there is no heaven To hold me accountable for my crimes. To the depth I climb down, Caring not for the crown that I have build…

Thought of the day

Variations of mental awareness within oneself limits their ability to deliver a truer prognosis of emotional confession – the one who delivers never has full control over their limitations and the one who receives does not understand the limitations of the deliverer. As the one who delivers struggles unknowingly in this process so does the…

The Book

Reading through the book, that says it knows all, I am finding it hard to understand, why does it claims to know it all, about everything that is entirely wrong?

Support Polish Women

Absolutely appalled by the fact that women in Poland in this day and age still have to protest and fight to keep abortion legal. It should not be up to the government to make laws that are heavily influenced by religion and not by common sense. State and religion should always be separate, otherwise you…

The sea of complex miseries

And in the depths of a dying sea, I come across a grotesque being, wise in a sense forgotten, horrible wonderment it proclaimed to be, I ask it in silence, extremely cautiously, and it replies back to me, bewildering my perceived sanity, as I look at it swimming away, I realize, not all is as…

A truthful traitor

for as long as I can remember, I have followed, not blindly, but with clear conscience, at every stage, and at every interval of my life, yet my conscience changed, with each step I took, lest reason hearkened me, to stay as I must. No fear of being considered a traitor, for such fear is…

Quote of the day

“Who would you be, if you would not be what you wanted to be? You would be you, yet not entirely you, accepted by others but never by yourself.” – Momus Najmi

A place to call home

The world that flies on its own, without the wings, of ancient shrines, The world that caters its own, and feed not the militia, of a madman, The world that seeks to understand, and deny none the lore, is the place I call home, But for fame and fortune, can help me find not, and…

75.

Originally posted on february stationery:
Death will not stop coming And as it creeps in, again to cast a shadow over us I am faced with the facts that while I may not have family and it’s true: not in blood the things she has done for me have made her one of mine Death may…

Thought of the day

……… blank …………………………….. thoughts are a blank today – misty shadows swirling in my mind – there is not… Source: Thought of the day