Fifty-nine. I refuse. The New Year opens like an empty terminal lights on, no destination I agreed to. Fifty-eight. Fifty-seven. The clock is a mac...Read more
Purgu Sorcer

Wordsmith exploring the world, from structured verse to freeform prose. I write what's real, not what's fancy. On a quest to write my own kind of poetry.
First Post, Super Fan
I walked with questions in my shoes, crossing borders of belief. Each land greeted me with its “only truth,” a flawless jewel from the same dusty mine...Read more
I crossed an ocean, leaving behind the rooms that knew my laughter, the faces that shaped me, the love that once held me whole. Here, in this new land...Read more
The pen trembles. Not from my hand, but from the crowd gathering inside it. The Happy One snatches it first, draws suns in every corner of the page, ...Read more
I drift away when work is done, The world outside feels strange, unkind. In dreams I rise, a chosen one, The crown of night is mine to find. The worl...Read more
Sleep now, rest now, hush your mind, Leave the heavy day behind. Dreams will meet you, soft and near, Every heart finds comfort here. Sleep, sleep, d...Read more
I love my food, I won’t deny, from soup to steak, from pie to fry. If flavors call, I always run, a marathon of bites, well done. But soon my belly...Read more
Last night, a lantern bloomed in sleep, its glow still clings to dawn. I wake with petals in my hands no stem, no root, all gone. A dream, I know, wa...Read more
I walked the road with blistered feet, Through winters sharp and long, I gave my youth to endless work, And swore my hands were strong. The nights we...Read more
I walked beneath uncounted years, With visions in my head, I feasted on tomorrow’s feast, And starved on bread instead. The present was a colder gues...Read more
I rot my days away in prayer and stay, dreaming of love I’ll never dare to find. No perfect girl will simply walk my way. I watch the living speak, t...Read more
I carved out hours, called them mine, guarded silence, drew the line. I told you, “I just need to breathe,” while you stood waiting, torn beneath. I ...Read more