I write where language bleeds into dream. My words explore the surreal, the gothic, and the humorous abyss of being human. From poetry that bends light and decay, to reflections on consciousness, imagination, and the unseen, my work is a space for those who crave thought-provoking and unconventional art.
17 Dec 2025 1 minute read 0 comments Eliora Seth
I wholosize the dark web vessels of the emptiness interlinking every none and done, Whythin acceleration of escaping limitation I voidosize infinitely spaced fragmented lights Wholesomeness back-freeze into one and on Shed the "I" with no tear to si...
24 Sep 2025 1 minute read 0 comments Eliora Seth
"There is no outlet for words from a freedom that lets ink flow.The blood of my pen is imprisoned in the cells of insomnia.And the tears of awareness of perceptions dissolve the concepts.Knives of greatness slaughter my sensory nerves,And kill motio...
24 Sep 2025 1 minute read 0 comments Eliora Seth
Beloved, I write to you from the marrow of silence, where your name still claws the walls of my ribs. Every breath I take is borrowed from your absence, every shadow a telegram from your ghost. I have pressed my lips against the memory of your thro...
21 Sep 2025 1 minute read 0 comments Eliora Seth
Nothing seems real, as if everything is the illusion of the reflection in the mirror whose back is a thick wall, and between them a darkness of nonexistent shadows, and behind them a gloom. The gloom left by a wall behind which is a darkness of nonex...
21 Sep 2025 1 minute read 0 comments Eliora Seth
I try, in despair, to condense a tale from the illusion of your specter into language. I bleed burning tears that sprinkle salt on the wounds of my cheek, its lot deprived. I beg you to listen to the moan of my heart in the tightening of tone in my v...
