Bonnie J Michaelis

Bonnie J Michaelis Jan 2020

i've no need to explain myself but a short post about who i am will do most good. as I've studied the psychology and remember that people like to know things.

my name is Sylvester J. Michaelis
i'm puerto-rican, african, and mayan
I enjoy Edgar Allen Poe, Sally face, Sherlock holmes (probably to an unhealthy extent), Alice in wonderland, and true crime
I love Lavender, Roses, Honey, and raspberries
I enjoy the company of cats and birds
I've aspd ( it can be further explained in my poetry)
I feel the best way to express myself is to be cryptically, so I don't get hurt again.
I have a wonderful partner Who I value and hold dear to my heart.
My best friend suggested this website to me
im just your local wendigo prince
instagram: Isolatedarsenic
Twitter: Eleganceingrey

Bonnie J Michaelis Jan 2020

light

dearest from above you've been sent. for i share memories of thy heavens with you. i've been casted back to the hells i came from many times only for my title of the devils son. Yet to question why i keep going, is only for you. yes, for your beautiful amber eyes and golden infused locks of hair. beautiful wings that glow in the darkest of nights. in next life I watch as wendigo, bound to the earth, for you're still an angel yet i've no words for you my dear valentine, I stay on this earth as wendigo for you my love, and you've no memory; for my state being wendigo differ from the elegant prince we fell in love as..
Or so I thought.
for when you fell into my depth of the forest I only look at thou and with heart ache you slowly stand and embrace the disgusting deer like demon i've become and with the softest tone you had muttered the most heart wrenching words to me
"I've missed you"
I embraced you and could no longer hold myself together, for your sake I did not break down, no. Instead I held you as I once did and did not let go. for even today we are together.
To my love, Valentine.
With every inch of my being I wish to stay with you and build a healthy future may we last into our next reincarnation. hopefully we will return to the divine entities we once were, together

Bonnie J Michaelis Jan 2020

disclaimer

My art is flow of conscious. it is not to be taken serious. I do not condone violence towards people nor animals. All my poetry is fueled by my own pain and trauma. it is not to make sense unless it does, then it's intentional.

Bonnie J Michaelis Jan 2020

image of reality-slurred.

The brain. If not subjected to senses depriving the whole image of reality. the stars align and planets submerge in the basement; where the child of a black cat, an omen perhaps lay under the building a girl when she takes the golden lock with the key her father obtained, barefoot the smile in which...unsettled me to the Kitten, it's grey eyes hung from the ceiling where the blue light emerged from the thinning gown of faces I seen and the moon where it closed the closet door embroidered in emerald where the body of a bride lay faceless in the afternoon. The cat pounced from the tree and the bird spread its wing only to fall into the pits where the mud sunk in the sockets of death. The golden lock stay hidden in the grass where the ravenous boy opened a contentless book to rip the pages, where he was pressured to darkness hiding sunlight from leaves. Where the rose die off and the lake bleeds with ink from the fish and creatures but the smile of the cat haunt him and the barrier of the animal stab at his chest where he ate the bread and drank the wine from the earth itself, he manifest of green and gold, lay in the ice and allowed himself death.

Bonnie J Michaelis Jan 2020

-Redacted-

A quite backwards man indeed. The crown that lay on his head appeared to cause his eyes to fall out. to roll to the back of his throat where the Sterling red jewel rest and made it difficult for him to breathe. a reversed man indeed where he tore his face to the problem of change and let it bleed golden blood on the pavement. Where solitude is a cloak of white a bathe in bleach. There was once a man, this man. named huzzah monsè whose horse sat in a river. monsè in return slaughtered the horse, Obtained it's skin and downed it's blood from the goblet of christ. Crossed himself in the alleyway where he drank lead from the hands of a snake and where the trees ended of the alley in the city he sank into the cement mix where the reversed man lay. His organs tainted gold on which his meal was no more where a skull float of barbed wire and the horse dubbed now a goat by the touch of the snake to the eye of it's beholder.

#vent #godsomeoehelp

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