With embered wings, I pierce the blackest night,
A solar mass morphing into a black hole.
Each atom in my blood prepares to ignite,
Reflecting the true divine shape of my soul.

In the corridors of my own thought, the senses drown.
The mind painting prisms bleeding photonic rain.
No boundary here to hold me. In moments, I'm crowned.
In this kingdom of chaos, sculpting solace from pain.

I stand before the mirror of my own trembling soul.
A sovereign spark lives, who dares to hope it can heal.
A voice screams, that " One who has shattered his mold,
Transcends the one; fragments of being, each their own whole."

Pulses turn to diamonds, forming as the words on my tongue.
Minutes stretch — now endless lifetimes yet to be discovered.
I taste each shard of feeling that my heart has overcome.
My sorrow and my joy open, remaining uncovered.

My dreams, my faulted mind, like ones we called under-wrought.
Their eyes, constellations, like the ones we used to trust.
Chemicals react, dispersing waves, like songs we forgot.
Solitude and isolation bleed with each melodic gust.

And in the hush of afterglow, I wield my clean knife,
Open up my wounds till they reveal my true hidden name.
And from this crucible of pain, is born a new life.
My infinite flame burns as both the wild and the tame.

Following voices of shadows, divine potential’s own choir.
Their hymns — the portal to my soul yet to be embraced.
Chains bind me to perceptions, but for now, I'm more like fire.
Forging quantum bound waves, binding purpose to my fate.

green
means something else now

i used to call it comfort
the way i reached for
a green that didn’t grow anything
just softened the edges
and blurred the ache

until fullness
felt empty

until the chaos
drowned itself in silence

until even the storm
learnt to whisper

until emptiness
felt full

i didn’t call it
escape
not then
just quiet
just something
to get through the day

but even quiet
can rot the roots

i stayed in that winter
longer than i needed to
numbed the ache
until i forgot
what it was like
to feel anything grow

but now
green
means something else

it means life
pushing through
thin cracks
in dry ground

it means i don’t run
when the light comes in

that i can sit still
without reaching for a way out

that something in me
is waking up
and wants to stay

not a bloom
not yet
but maybe
one day

rooted in ash,
with wildfire
quietly burning
beneath soft petals

a rose set alight,
with leaves
that never begged
for rain

a quiet kind of burning
that never asked
to be put out

some passersby
picked the flower,
held her,
tried to care

some passersby
picked her
only to
give her away

but many walked
right over her
as if she were
just an empty flowerbed

as if she weren’t
a pretty flower
as if they didn’t see
the thorns
or know that petals bruise
when held too hard

as if softness
was made to be claimed
not protected

still,
she learned
how to bloom

she stood upright
in cracked earth
with broken stems
and blistered leaves

with fire
in her roots
with ashes
in her veins

reaching
always
for the light

she knew
some blooms open
only in harsh sun
some roots
push through broken ground
just to feel it

there were nights
she curled inward
like a rose
in frost

still,
she rose.

because some flowers still bloom
in places no one believed
anything could grow

and now
she is blooming
not despite the wildfire
but because of it

Much to
my surprise
More and more
I come to find
☆Rainbow Stars⁠☆
✧ in my eyes✧
When most my life
I've lived in ⁠
✯Black and White✯