or how the moth has been my Muse lately **originally posted on my Substack — feel free to follow if you’re interested If I’m being honest I’ve been searching for this space for a long time….we’re talking at least 2 years now. …

Getting back to poetry Twitter prompts are the best. I love using them to get me out of my writers block or ruts. So here’s one from today. Prompt used is #254 for the account @FromOneLine go follow them if you’re into poetry and/or writing prompts. #loveandink 💜

Hey everyone, I’ve been slowly getting back into blogging my words here. I haven’t had a chance to sit down with any prompts for #napowrimo yet this month but I wanted to start sharing some things. This is from a prompt on Twitter, from the account, @FromOneLine — the idea is to use the line they give as the first line of your poem and let it travel from there. I really enjoyed this and the exercise of getting out of my own way when writing poetry. Which is also why I love #napowrimo equally as much.

No one can love me Quite the way you can Potentially Exponentially Your exaltation causes me To shudder at your touch Crashing and rising Within your crush Perspiring Aspiring Your hunger causes my rush Desperate for your abilities Ebbing and flowing Igniting your carnality Excitement Overindulgence Your performance causes my cusp I Am…your ultimate triumph As we extinguish our lust.

A simple question I’ve been asking myself. Do any of you have the answer?

Let’s talk about a few of the tips I personally use to keep me inspired to write. These work a majority of the time but of course, there are times when the “block” hits hard and I’m just not inspired to do anything. During those times I’ve learned to let…

smoke and mirrors objects may be closer than they appear and only here can they become exactly what we want them to be take shapes of what we want to see so… don’t lose sight of where you’re going while watching where you’ve been keep the angles tight and the lights low watch your image glow watch it transform reborn out of the shadows new and malleable ready for so much more strong and unbreakable your likeness represented your fear undetected

At midnight I found your eyes under the moon. Captivated by the glow, as you peered into my weary soul. I let go. The flesh followed suit. Crescent beams touched every bit of our skin. #loveandink © 2020 Kiana Donae An answer to the challenge by Tre L. Loadholt The challenge: I am asking you to “nonet the night” which is to write a nine-line poem following its syllabic form for each line describing the night or something about the night or an object enhanced by the night that intrigues you.

Man is absolute in thought character or chance with process made himself. He destroys himself of strength and peace. By choice. By abuse. Below the level of the beast two extremes. Beautiful truths brought to light none is more divine, but only in his weakness he then becomes the wise. Searching truth into his soul his life. Absolute. He that seeketh findeth knowledge. Man’s mind may run wild but it must discover that he is master of his life.