#prose ?

[yehokhananyosef]

Traços e rabiscos (desconexos) d'alguma coisa próxima à Poesia.²

"Saturnine Heart, Ivorian Daffodil", J. Matos, 2026.

Under the Saturnine light, blossomed a daffodil. The Ivorian walls towered over the plumbic raging seas. My dearest friend kissed, blessed and left me. I gaze at the moonlight, remembering the days since long past. The Ivory Tower over my heart. The Saturnine Light above myself. Goodbye, my dear.

[yehokhananyosef]

Traços e rabiscos (desconexos) d'alguma coisa próxima à Poesia. ¹

"Partenogênese", J. Matos, 2025.

Areia. Quando rugia o Vento, espiralava. Areia. Quando castigava o Sol, resplandecia. Areia. Areial. Deserto. Numa noite, por entre os nômades montes, era a Torre fincada. Nem os sábios, do céu, ou as estrelas, do rei, puderam dizer de onde viera... "Talvez !", Borbulhavam. "Do lento coito entre Velha Areia e o Jovem Sol", Fermentavam. "Nutrida pelos Ferozes Ventos", Segredavam. "Agora !" Declinaram. "Osso de brancura !" Acenaram. "É monte ! É Agulha ! É Estilo ! É Torre !", Decidiram.

[angelatos]

sure, I like being called lil lady and lass and queen as well as the next person, but what I like more is being called lad and madman and king. 

I have no problems with being a queen, but queens are supposed to be beautiful and delicate and consorts, whereas kings are brave and powerful and just with voices like thunder and resolves like the metal bars of a prison and hearts like gold.

sure, being a queen is alright, but I want to be a king.

[not2rad]

i woke up tired today

so maybe i woke up depressed today 

but i was optimistic that things were turning around and that the weather wouldn't stop me from thinking that the clouds wouldn't wash away my motivation but these last few days the wind has blown my thoughts from the shell of my skull and left me empty and craving something that i didn't realize was missing but now i know it’s missing it’s missing it’s definitely missing but i don't know what it is 

[a-schmaltzsesquipedalianist]

The world i imagine

Sometimes i think about a world without label. Everything is just the same. Everyone will suit everyone. A woman is equal to a man. We don't have cross road, whatever we believe doesn't matter. I imagine that we will live in harmony. Not only among human, but also animals and plants. I imagine a world where we can walk together as one. A world where difference doesn't matter.