Another day Another donation Plasma, that is Left arm, red ring I've gotten pretty used to the process So getting started goes smoothly & the stress from uncertainty Has gradually faded away There's still a slight pinch When I'm pricked with the needle Yet, the anxiety of worrying whether The prick in my arm is … Continue reading Red Ring

I got my haircut today Or rather, trimmed For the first time in a couple years I can't remember exactly when More than 2 years And I think it was July So, maybe 2.5 or 3.5 years ago I'm thinking it was 2022, but whatever I got my hair trimmed Since I still wanna keep … Continue reading Haircut (Trim’И §plit ‘Nds)

I'm starting to write Because it's dark, so Even though I have plenty of time Before the end of the day I feel the pressure to write something Just to say I wrote something today Since even though I told my self I don't need to write everyday anymore I guess I just like seeing … Continue reading Meaningless Things

There's two types of Talking about nothing That feel polar opposite As there's the first type Where you talk about nothing Because there's nothing to talk about But you love them too much To end the conversation Then there's the other type Where there's something to say But you end up walking in circles Around … Continue reading Talking About Nothing

Donating again today Left arm Because for some reason I like mentioning which arm But whatever I'm sure it'll make an interesting statistic Since each experience tells a story But the sum of those experiences Tells its own story - since, maybe The curtains might just be blue to you But the future knows 2 … Continue reading Yellow Ring Pt. 2

Today has been slow Not much happened, but I did get a new pair of red snow boots So, I guess that's something That marks this day different From every other day That feels the same while Waiting for something new to happen Even though I do the same thing everyday But I did get … Continue reading Red Snow Boots

Lost, like a watchman who is forlornCaught in the chaos before the stormPondering the Past's pain as I mournWhile playing silent songs on a hornWhich remind me of my amorphous formLike the Void, from which I was bornThe page with my story on it is tornWith paper that is the color of corn https://amanpan.com/2025/01/14/moonwashed-weekly-prompt-writers-choice-5/ https://open.spotify.com/track/1NeQzAqahRYI09bgLbhVFN?si=Wxqim-yvTmOQbde4qKTU8A … Continue reading The Chaos Before The Storm

Donating plasma again today Though, I don't know why they call it "Donating" When they pay me for it As though, I enjoy helping I'd be lying if I said I'd be doing this If I didn't get anything in return Right now This is all the money I earn So, I'm only worth as … Continue reading Denji’s Donation

The past couple days I've been feeling Good vibrations & sweet sensation Surge through my body as if My body is excited & relieved At the same time - yet my mind Doesn't know how to handle this Since it feels good, fantastic even, yet There's nothing outside of me to see As to reason … Continue reading Sweet Sensation

There's something funny about humans That even whenever they wake up & realize it just doesn't matter Either way, we die Whether tomorrow or today So why worry about the snow in May? Achieving immortality in the sense There's no need to try on defense Thus, set their beds Waiting to wed the dead Only … Continue reading Yusuke’s Fate