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 Jul 2021
The nature of earth
is the balance of power
I’ll never come back
from smelling the flowers!
Traveler 🧳 Tim
 Jul 2021
Chelsea Rae
I twist the black smoky quartz crystal between my fingers,

Staring into the void of the darkness in it's shimmer,

Remembering how the stars predicted

That I would be, and am destructive.

I used to be the angelic who thought they could do no wrong.

Never fathoming dancing with the Devil.

Oh but not I, no longer.

Satan himself sees me at the ball and bows.

He knows to kiss my rings

Cause what a privilege it'd be to waltz with me.

Lilith my Mother, the one who will never bow.

I glide my tongue across my canine's

Only imagining the fangs of a lion.

I am a fallen angel, who painted her wings black.

I stare with blank deranged eyes, knowing I could disconnect

From whatever little soul I have left at a moment's notice

If it means ripping out throats to get what I want.

There is a fire roaring in my charcoal heart

And all I want is pure power.

More power, ferocious all consuming power.

But nay, not over the everyday people,

Only those who dare cut their eyes at me the wrong way,

the ones who question what I am capable of,

The ones who try to steal freedom,

and most importantly,

The ultimate power over myself completely.  

I stare at the crystal and throw my head back in a deep maniacal laugh, reverberating through my throat.

They have no idea who I am to become,

and really neither do I but one thing I do know is,

No one will be able to match my fire.
Muahahahaha! I will become better, stronger, and free.
 Jul 2021
There is beauty
in these depths.

But you’d have
to drown
to see it.
 Aug 2020
You expected a girl,
your own notion of femininity.
You expected me to laugh, to talk,
but only in bubbles,
Wonka’s fizzy lifting drink.
You expected to float
on my wiles
I’d heft you up while you cruise.
Well, you get nothing.
You lose.
Good day, sir.
 Aug 2020
i bought a pocket knife
to help me cut this life vest
full of trust issues
right the *******

...i don’t want to swim
in an ocean of you
if there’s no potential
of drowning
to my girlfriend, lili—

the most lovely human
i’ve ever had the pleasure
of calling mine
 Aug 2020
Robert Andrews
You're finer than an artists brushstroke
No master could improve
If I were to paint such perfect lines
I would be painting You.
 Jul 2020
Ashlyn Rimsky
My body is a temple
But the men don't pray.
 Jul 2020
We write like we matter
and we know what we know
But what we do not know
is that we do not matter

For if we matter
we will know what matters
and knowing what matters
we will see what matters

Which is that we know nothing
but what we think we know

Which is that we do not know

And that is hard to take
and even harder to know

So we just fake it
to make it

For when you do not matter
what matters what you know!
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