Soft mattresses, pillows, and dolls
It's in the eyes, they say, what lies in the heart. A mirror reflecting the fumes of a chest longing for breath without the thoughts of its final one.
In my case, some learned to morph their eyes so they may live in peace. But no one knows.
They try brute force with what they know to see, look within the eye through theirs, and delude themselves. I used to say, let them entertain themselves. But now, breaths have started going short. Every inhale had tones of their perfume, and every longed-for exhale, muted.
And the heart starts crawling out of the iris for fresh air, to be heard, and to vent out to the sky. But the lungs are out of air. Any hope to hold the breath to make it to the sky and back is cut short, and legs are tied to a stone weight.
Ones who learned to morph to cope don't choose to run. They make peace with their hidden eyes, break the stone, and make a bed out of it to rest. And another set of eyes, who've never seen their attempt to jump into the sky, claim their bed into submission and compare it to what they've been sleeping on.
It's in the eyes, they say, what lies in the heart. A mirror reflecting the fumes of a chest longing for breath without the thoughts of its final one.
In my case, some learned to morph their eyes so they may live in peace. But no one knows.
They try brute force with what they know to see, look within the eye through theirs, and delude themselves. I used to say, let them entertain themselves. But now, breaths have started going short. Every inhale had tones of their perfume, and every longed-for exhale, muted.
And the heart starts crawling out of the iris for fresh air, to be heard, and to vent out to the sky. But the lungs are out of air. Any hope to hold the breath to make it to the sky and back is cut short, and legs are tied to a stone weight.
Ones who learned to morph to cope don't choose to run. They make peace with their hidden eyes, break the stone, and make a bed out of it to rest. And another set of eyes, who've never seen their attempt to jump into the sky, claim their bed into submission and compare it to what they've been sleeping on.
The World and I
I tried showing you how a panther melts for a snow kitten, and I was met with truth.
Eons ahead in thought, I've done rounds, and let it when I'm forced to subdue my rhythm and tempo.
I've never shown you how I run. But you saw the world like your palms would tremble for a step.
Bite marks left unseen, for the flesh was exposed too many times, blood gushing down a face staring at a bloodier battle, but dried-up scars are left for imagination by a kitten's fall down the stairs.
A love that overcame power was a history with my own shadow I carry within. Pain that marinated into wisdom, that soon turned into a life I live not with words, because the world would not and cannot wait until my youthful anger and rage settle into calmness.
But a kitten that couldn't see, chose to dumb down an attempt to let the world see how I bowed down for a love beyond myself.
Had I really been a panther, I wouldn't have stood still when I witnessed a king's crown knocked off with a trivializing clown.
I'm not a panther. I just carry the weight of an analogy you'll never understand.
I tried showing you how a panther melts for a snow kitten, and I was met with truth.
Eons ahead in thought, I've done rounds, and let it when I'm forced to subdue my rhythm and tempo.
I've never shown you how I run. But you saw the world like your palms would tremble for a step.
Bite marks left unseen, for the flesh was exposed too many times, blood gushing down a face staring at a bloodier battle, but dried-up scars are left for imagination by a kitten's fall down the stairs.
A love that overcame power was a history with my own shadow I carry within. Pain that marinated into wisdom, that soon turned into a life I live not with words, because the world would not and cannot wait until my youthful anger and rage settle into calmness.
But a kitten that couldn't see, chose to dumb down an attempt to let the world see how I bowed down for a love beyond myself.
Had I really been a panther, I wouldn't have stood still when I witnessed a king's crown knocked off with a trivializing clown.
I'm not a panther. I just carry the weight of an analogy you'll never understand.
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Unnoscriptd Open Mic - don
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06.09.2025
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a contemporary poetry music video
06.09.2025
Premieres on YouTube
#UnnoscriptdOpenMic #simplidon #don #ContemporaryPoetry #PoetryMusicVideo #SpokenWord #ExperimentalArt #EthiopianArtist
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A Visual Poetry Music Video about cycles, struggle, and expression. A piece against silence, repetition, and the lies we live out.
Unnoscriptd Open Mic - by don
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#UnnoscriptdOpenMic #simplidon #don #ContemporaryPoetry #PoetryMusicVideo #SpokenWord #EthiopianArtist
A Visual Poetry Music Video about cycles, struggle, and expression. A piece against silence, repetition, and the lies we live out.
Unnoscriptd Open Mic - by don
Watch Now on YouTube.
#UnnoscriptdOpenMic #simplidon #don #ContemporaryPoetry #PoetryMusicVideo #SpokenWord #EthiopianArtist
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But most of the time, I just become too afraid to say anything because I know the gods are listening, waiting patiently to tempt me, to put my words to a test, just for their amusement. What if I don’t say it the right way? What if I play with words wrong and cast a shadow spell so long, I curse myself and us?
So I let a breath out, hoping the same gods that guided our paths to one another will be the veil I hide behind to pray my symphony to you, my love.
My mind is always contemplating how to bring you peace, in a desperate attempt to give closure to my heart that beats to the rhythm of your name; as if there were only one stem of statice left in the world, restless to find it and bring it to you as a sacrifice, to grow in the garden of our future and make many.
I wake every morning gloomy, until you set me free with your voice that suddenly makes me aware of the sunlight on my skin, even under a clouded sky. When your soft hands lock with mine, my wandering mind stops making aimless footsteps and stands in peace. I can feel my dulled-out heart soften at the call of your name, as if it had found its religion.
Your gentleness reminds me how crude I’ve been with myself, and I ask and know that I did nothing good enough to deserve you.
My gift, My heart, My warrior, My queen, My water-bearer mending my thoughts…With you, every day has a good morning, afternoon, and night.
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But most of the time, I just become too afraid to say anything because I know the gods are listening, waiting patiently to tempt me, to put my words to a test, just for their amusement. What if I don’t say it the right way? What if I play with words wrong and cast a shadow spell so long, I curse myself and us?
So I let a breath out, hoping the same gods that guided our paths to one another will be the veil I hide behind to pray my symphony to you, my love.
My mind is always contemplating how to bring you peace, in a desperate attempt to give closure to my heart that beats to the rhythm of your name; as if there were only one stem of statice left in the world, restless to find it and bring it to you as a sacrifice, to grow in the garden of our future and make many.
I wake every morning gloomy, until you set me free with your voice that suddenly makes me aware of the sunlight on my skin, even under a clouded sky. When your soft hands lock with mine, my wandering mind stops making aimless footsteps and stands in peace. I can feel my dulled-out heart soften at the call of your name, as if it had found its religion.
Your gentleness reminds me how crude I’ve been with myself, and I ask and know that I did nothing good enough to deserve you.
My gift, My heart, My warrior, My queen, My water-bearer mending my thoughts…With you, every day has a good morning, afternoon, and night.
❤️
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A ridiculously late post, now just a little reminder of a special moment in my life. I wanted to share a story through the art of letting go, unlearning, and exploring parts of life we don’t always understand.
My last EP, Ecclesiastes, was a success, definitely not in the market, but in my heart. It was a way to make sense of uncertainty, find small moments of meaning, and put a piece of my journey into music. I’m very proud of it and hope to make more like it. Looking back, this piece was a tribute to finding meaning in unexpected places, embracing life’s uncertainties, and feeling gratitude for a chapter of my life I once overlooked. It helped me make peace with the lessons, the confusion, and the moments I thought I didn’t understand , a single chapter reminded me of my growth and lifted a weight I didn’t know I was carrying.
These pictures remind me of the love and support from the people around me, you all keep me inspired, motivated, and grateful.
I love each and every one of you. 💜
My last EP, Ecclesiastes, was a success, definitely not in the market, but in my heart. It was a way to make sense of uncertainty, find small moments of meaning, and put a piece of my journey into music. I’m very proud of it and hope to make more like it. Looking back, this piece was a tribute to finding meaning in unexpected places, embracing life’s uncertainties, and feeling gratitude for a chapter of my life I once overlooked. It helped me make peace with the lessons, the confusion, and the moments I thought I didn’t understand , a single chapter reminded me of my growth and lifted a weight I didn’t know I was carrying.
These pictures remind me of the love and support from the people around me, you all keep me inspired, motivated, and grateful.
I love each and every one of you. 💜
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