Sly Concepts

Inktober Day 4 Prompt 'Murky'

Murky Inky Thoughts

My mind is a jar of midnight ink,
thick with dreams that never dried.
Each thought drifts heavy, slow,
a constellation drowned in shadow.

A quill leans in, trembling,
hungry for what the dark might give.
It stirs the silt of memory,
pulls up a shimmer,
a sentence,
a ghost.

The page waits like a tide,
white and wanting.
I spill, not knowing
which words will stain
and which will save.

Some nights the ink is mercy.
Some nights it’s too deep to reach the bottom.
But still, I write,
because even murky water
can mirror the stars.

Inktober 2025 - Day 1 "Mustache"

The Datasets We Choose

We live in a world of inputs.
Images, headlines, voices,
each one a data point
training us to see,
to want,
to ignore.

The feed never stops.
It pulls our gaze from the very things that matter.
And we become complicit,
numb, scattered,
more machine than human,
hearts alive yet barely awake.

But what if we chose differently?
What if we trained our gaze
on mercy,
on love,
on prayers whispered in the dark?
What if we turned our attention
to the neighbor,
to the stranger,
to the ones they do not want us to see?

For one day
all the data will vanish.
The world will have tried
to reprogram us,
to steal us from the original Author
of our code.

Did we love?
Did we live awake?
Were we salt in the earth,
light in the dark?