#poetry Echoes of a Golden Dawn” by SIMU I am ever grateful for the childhood I had when wonder lived between the pages of books, and every turned page opened a universe: a realm of dreams, of qui...

#poetry THE DEVIL IN THE MIRROR A CINEMATIC SIMU PIECE Not every devil hides in fire. Not every monster lives in the underworld. Not every darkness comes from the shadows. Sometimes the devil we s...

#poetry She left. She sought hands that weren’t yours, affection that could never hold her. And now… she comes back. Not because she never loved anyone else, but because the world used her, and n...

#poetry THE GENERATION OF GLITTER There is a fracture in the fabric of this age not of speech, but of sight. The L that once stood for legacy, learning, and lasting value has been mistaken for the R,...

#poetry THE MOST POWERFUL TOOLS IN HUMAN HISTORY They were never iron or fire. They were never the spear, nor the sword, nor the silicon chip humming beneath glass. Humanity’s greatest tools have ...

#poetry WHEN MY THOUGHTS COLLIDE BECAUSE OF YOU My thoughts are colliding not gently, not softly, but crashing into each other like lightning trying to outrun thunder just to speak your name first....

#poetry THE FORGING OF A WARRIOR The greatest warriors are sometimes born of the strangest circumstances. He never envisioned himself with hilt in hand, blade arcing through the air in a punishing, f...

#poetry THE WEIGHT OF CHOICES When a woman gets used to making a living by lying on her back, the world of labor, dignity, and honest sweat begins to look distant… like a path overgrown with thorns...

#poetry THE COSMIC RAIN OF FOREVER I will rain notions on you thoughts so alive they bend the spine of the universe. I will rain motions on you soft movements that teach the heavens new ways to swa...

#poetry “MY FIRST COPY BOOK” This generation is drifting backward. Back to that “My First Copy Book” era where pictures were spaced between every few words just to keep a child from getting...

#poetry Beyond the Concept of Sin Life moves in rhythms that no law can contain, in currents that no guilt can slow. The stars do not pause to judge your steps, the rivers do not whisper of wrong or ...

#poetry THE BEAUTY IN THE BROKEN by SIMU True death is not the moment the body goes still true death is when the spirit stops moving. It begins quietly, in the shadows of fear: the fear of trying, ...

#poetry A NEW CURRENCY We live in times where stupidity is a currency shiny, viral, highly traded. The more absurd, the more it appreciates. People chase it like gold, flaunt it like status, and th...

‎I Perceive King Herod's Tone... ‎ ‎The pretend care in his voice barely flowed through the walls of his lips, even as he fumed from his nose. ‎ ‎"Stars In The East. ‎King We've Come To Wo...

Permit yourself some free fall. Sometimes free fall under gravity gets your feet to a safe landing. Struggling to break a fall, displaces our balance, the equilibria of the force of gravity thus, di...

#poetry IN MY ARMS “Only my essence can move you like this.” I see you missed it. That energetic poetry of motion, the rhythm of my essence flowing through you. The way my words and gestures inv...

#poetry LANGUAGE WORKOUT A Poetic Reflection by SIMU Language trembles in the ring, a heavyweight breathing like it hasn’t trained in decades syllables drenched in sweat, vowels gasping, consonant...

#poetry I want to look at you with such tenderness that the world forgets its noise for a moment, with such affection that the wind itself pauses just to learn how devotion is supposed to sound. Wit...

#poetry THE NEW BREED OF CUCKOO — A REFLECTION FROM THE SIMU COLLECTION Once upon a sky where instinct ruled and survival was an art, the cuckoo bird lived by a selfish but effective wisdom: lay yo...

#poetry My first day on the Garden, Even though I knew little about flowers, My eyes found her first… a beautiful jasmine. Before I even learned her name, I could already tell it would sound Lik...