My Poems

Our Skeleton's Core.

When death has come, the spirit shall survive.
The mind will die, but the spirit is alive.
The spirit will thrive if they all believe,
but the soul is eternal and never leaves.
It cannot be seen or felt like the spirit
but it does not disappear as the spirit can.
For the soul is what keeps the spirit alive,
the spirit is what keeps the mind alive,
and the mind is what tells the body to survive.

This poem is like an overview of my theory of existence. It's how I choose to perceive existence as.

I originally wrote this poem as "Vengeance" 3 years ago: (it's a square poem idk what that means anymore tho)

When the death has come, the spirit will survive.
The blade will kill, but the spirit is alive.
Death becomes only a memory to the spirit who shall venge.
Has the man gone far? No. Not enough.
"Come to me" the spirit says.
The man stops, thinks about what he has done. But it is too late.
Spirit is a soul and a soul is the mind.
Still the spirit pursues, and reaches the man.
"Survive my vengeance or die the way you killed me"