A poem of what needs to be gone — In hearing you again, I couldn’t breath, think nor see, Senses blinded by the emotions Unearthed from the cores; Lean of my touch and taunt In the time you’ve lived and forsook. An erosion of how you brought darkness To life in this company I’ve grown, A sanctuary where the dead grow…

A prompt poem for “choosing yourself” — for… —

I’m an Aries sun, Sagittarius Rising, A Cancer Moon and a Taurus Venus — My Astrology Map Snippet Being introduced to tarot and astrology has been life-altering. You learn everything, or a standard of what person you are. Not just a map or outline, you get a picture so vivid you know how many people work. You’re not just seeing a map, you see them, as the person. …

a poem to the madness and hidden — a raise to the missing griever born to see and seize deeper where even the cosmos sleep below and undergone even our own and wide we are old and behind nothing more than a dust burnt from violet and velvet we sit in rooms after the long sigh combed in the…

On contrary of my vanishing, I’m returning with a kick to the ass. — Losing my mind is one of the most common inevitables I tend to deal with. Yet at this moment and perhaps before as well, the most of the world is losing it. So don’t fault me for doing the same thing when I need it. However as of recent, I’ve…

A prompt poem, (2. the silence just wants… —

A poem for the needy and hungry. The twin flames’ conversation. — Let’s not think about the things we do Nor about the words we’re gonna say, My hope is for the taste of what dreams have to offer, A proud thick lick across a pillared ocean, you, Where it brings me back down — This heavenly hell, a tranquil siege. “I…

A prompt poem, mischief or laughter in the dark. For a deity near and far. — As gentle as the midnight current carries us, We’d walk and carry the story on Meeting those with memories and dreams, We’d all seen what they can be. Simple games, simple beings with complex facets, Gods and giants, He, whose gift was shapeshifting and knowing self, Smiles and laughter spouting from the dark…

A poem about the celestial being whose words are in the silent and her bat signal beams. — Does the earth not sing lullabies As she once did before, When clothes of burnt sycamore Leaves would drape you? Young ones, Please do remember — That you have those as ancient as those times. They wonder in circles and perhaps — Cycles of my journey, They have mapped and planned…