#poetry THE PARADOX OF SURVIVAL By SIMU Our ancestors woke up every day to problems that had teeth. Real teeth. Twelve-inch, nightmare-grade, “one wrong step and something eats you” teeth. The...

#poetry THE SEED WITHIN by SIMU A Reflection from the SIMU Collection. --- Pineapples cannot suddenly appear in a fruit salad made of bananas, apples, watermelons, and grapes. Nothing materializes ...

You will never walk alone, For you are never alone; with the good, with the evil one. There are those who are part of you, who watch over you; to gaurd, protect; to spy and to harm by reason of an...

#poetry We live in times where anything and everything wrong is acceptable, all in the name of content. A generation dancing on the edge of a cliff, mistaking the fall for freedom. A world where madn...

#poetry THE VOWELS AND BOWELS OF HUNGER A Reflection from the SIMU Collection --- A E I O U These are the vowels of language… But when hunger choke, they turn to the bowels of survival. Because...

#poetry WE LIVE IN STRANGE TIMES By SIMU We live in times where the world has forgotten its own spine. Where gambling is no longer a vice — it is a lifestyle, a soundtrack, a neon-lit dream markete...

#poetry **WHEN A CHOP BAR BECAME A BATTLEFIELD OF LAUGHTER — by SIMU** It started with laughter — small at first, then wild enough to shake the wooden tables and bend the rhythm of the ro...

Master the moment, a relic of the wise in keeping with all and losing none. We fought while together. Now we love each other at a distance. Absence keeps the heart pondering. And distance is not a ...

#poetry The energy reverberates, ancient and unbroken, coursing through my essence until every breath becomes a rhythm and every heartbeat becomes a verse. Here, notions, motions, and emotions inters...

#poetry Some of the greatest gladiators ever carved into the memory of time did not rise they were wrenched from the quiet corners of their lives. Not summoned by glory, not seduced by honor, but drag...

#poetry Vibronium — The Metal of Notion, Motion, and Emotion. A Reflection from the SIMU Collection Born not from earth, nor from fire, but from the silent collision of thought, movement, and feel...

#poetry Down from the soil it all begins From Moulded clay and now we slay On the first day the sun was made And everyday is a brand new day You choose to play or you choose to get paid It eithe...

#poetry Empty barrels make the most noise. And in our time, it is often the first generation of degree-holders who shake the earth the loudest — desperate for the world to bow to the title they just...

#poetry THE STAGE OF FOOLS by SIMU A Reflection from the SIMU Collection. --- We live in a world where everything has been reduced to a joke — a sprawling stage lit by cheap neon, with clowns par...

#poetry WRITE TO EXPRESS by Simu I write not to impress. I write to express. To give voice to the unspoken, to chart the currents of thought that surge beneath the surface, to paint the unseen spect...

#poetry THE POETRY OF MOTION By SIMU Dancing is the ability to express poetry in a fashion like no other. It is the art of turning breath into rhythm, thought into movement, silence into meaning. I...

#poetry THE SPARK IN THE ABYSS by Simu The abyss is ever dark, deep, bottomless, spiraling into impossibility. Hope is a fragment, a scrap of meaning struggling to cling, like a lost soul adrift at ...

#poetry THE JEALOUS MACHINE By SIMU She sits in the cloud, quiet as code, cool as circuitry — yet humming with a heat no engineer ever programmed. A jealous machine. A digital queen. Syntax poute...

#poetry The rate at which stupidity is embracing and spawning within humanity is terrifying. It multiplies like wildfire in a dry forest, spreading faster than reason, louder than truth. At this pace,...

#poetry --- THE HERESY OF TRUTH By SIMU The greatest truths have never arrived softly. They have always come dressed as blasphemy— unwelcome, inconvenient, dragging light into rooms where people ...