everyone has Their own magic
There is no death
so nothing matters
High Style
Flash & forgive me
high button shoes
clean arrangement
messy breeding
love’s triumph
everlasting hope & fulfillment
Feb 22, 2025
Feb 22, 2025 at 5:40 AM UTC
Anger,
as black as a hook,
overtakes me.
Each day,
each ****
took, at 8:00 A.M., a baby
and sauteed him for breakfast
in his frying pan.
And death looks on with a casual eye
and picks at the dirt under his fingernail.
Man is evil,
I say aloud.
Man is a flower
that should be burnt,
I say aloud.
Man
is a bird full of mud,
I say aloud.
And death looks on with a casual eye
and scratches his ****
Man with his small pink toes,
with his miraculous fingers
is not a temple
but an outhouse,
I say aloud.
Let man never again raise his teacup.
Let man never again write a book.
Let man never again put on his shoe.
Let man never again raise his eyes,
on a soft July night.
Never. Never. Never. Never. Never.
I say those things aloud.
Feb 22, 2025
Feb 22, 2025 at 5:38 AM UTC
Mirror mirror on the wall
Am I this ugly?
Or I’m I imagining this all?
Mirror mirror are you there?
I need your help
Don’t let me sink into dispair
Mirror mirror tell me please
I’m I this awful?
Or is it really a mental disease?
Mirror mirror you’ve taken too long
Answer a simple question
Do I really look this wrong?
Mirror mirror whatever your answer will be
I’ve now decided not to care
And to set my soul free...
Feb 22, 2025
Feb 22, 2025 at 5:34 AM UTC
i forget it all
when i see your face
i remember it all
when i breathe your taste
when the world stops
i seem to look at you
face another way
watching the world go on
pleading for attention
efforts that aren’t enough
trying to seem tough
while i’m in love
we are soul tied
at the feet
grey and pink
sinking hearts lie beneath
Feb 22, 2025
Feb 22, 2025 at 4:53 AM UTC
Speak of the burden you carry
Or forever hold your peace
For you are all that I seek
Sacred within me
I bleed for you in holy matrimony
For you are my matriarch
For me you ask that I peak
Uncomfort as you are perceived
To me you are a dream
An everlasting soul tie
As I vow to fix all of your cries
As I speak of no lies
To my sweet divine
Love is within my eyes
Feb 1, 2025
Feb 1, 2025 at 4:36 AM UTC
If it should come to be,
This proof of you and me,
This type and sign
Of hours that smiled and shone,
And yet seemed dead and gone
As old-world wine:
Of Them Within the Gate
Ask we no richer fate,
No boon above,
For girl child or for boy,
My gift of life and joy,
Your gift of love.
Feb 1, 2025
Feb 1, 2025 at 2:30 AM UTC
Cursed in my daze
Need to be saved by a omnipotent ombudsman
The longevity of my loss of luck
Lonesome underground
Rather be burned in ashes
To one day be replanted
Being eaten alive doesn't sound like a dream of mine
Paying it forward through my sacrifice
In this air I never felt well
Loss of sleep gave me bags to keep
Desensitized from reality
The more I see
The more I feel dead as I speak
Stop before you get close to me
My soul isn’t lost
My body is just gone
Temporarily
Feb 1, 2025
Feb 1, 2025 at 2:27 AM UTC
We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.
Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.
We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love's light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.
Feb 1, 2025
Feb 1, 2025 at 2:12 AM UTC
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
Feb 1, 2025
Feb 1, 2025 at 2:10 AM UTC
At my bed
Asleep
Bleeding to my feet
Before I spoke I looked into my reflection
In my eyes I see no recollection
Who am I
Will I be loved
Could I possibly believe they’ll never leave
Craving the soft gentle kiss
Something I could never give
I crave an understanding of who I am
What I am
Without explanation
Without expectations
I fear I am too much for femininity
Although I seem to enjoy being a feminist
Always said it was just a dream
To be loved without comparison
To be seen without looking the other way
To be accepted with questions
To be curious of what I have yet to discover
Until then i’m lost
Feb 1, 2025
Feb 1, 2025 at 2:03 AM UTC