#empress
No, my dearest Empress of Ink
I do not write in English
I do not write in Hindi
I write in sounds and noises
That the body makes
I write in the pourings
of my pores, with cells
that never stands still
And always divide and
then divide again
This then is the language I speak
This thing is the language we speak
And though our alphabet may differ
Our containers do not
And the contents there of,
Have too many cells in common,
Making it impossible for you
not
To understand me
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नहीं, मेरी प्यारी स्याही की महारानी
मैं इंग्लिश में नहीं लिखती
मैं हिंदी में नहीं लिखती
मैं आवाज़ों और शोर में लिखती हूँ
जो शरीर बनाता है
मैं अपने रोमछिद्रों से निकलने वाले पानी में लिखती हूँ, उन सेल्स के साथ
जो कभी रुकते नहीं
और हमेशा बंटते हैं और
फिर से बंटते हैं
तो यह वो भाषा है जो मैं बोलती हूँ
यह वो चीज़ है जो हम बोलते हैं
और भले ही हमारे अल्फाबेट अलग हों
हमारे कंटेनर अलग नहीं होते
और उनमें मौजूद चीज़ों में,
बहुत सारे सेल्स एक जैसे होते हैं,
जिससे तुम्हारे लिए
मुझे
समझना नामुमकिन हो जाता है
nahin, meree pyaaree syaahee kee mahaaraanee
main inglish mein nahin likhatee
main hindee mein nahin likhatee
main aavaazon aur shor mein likhatee hoon
jo shareer banaata hai
main apane romachhidron se nikalane vaale paanee mein likhatee hoon, un sels ke saath
jo kabhee rukate nahin
aur hamesha bantate hain aur
phir se bantate hain
to yah vo bhaasha hai jo main bolatee hoon
yah vo cheez hai jo ham bolate hain
aur bhale hee hamaare alphaabet alag hon
hamaare kantenar alag nahin hote
aur unamen maujood cheezon mein,
bahut saare sels ek jaise hote hain,
jisase tumhaare lie
mujhe
samajhana naamumakin ** jaata hai
Oct 15, 2025
Oct 15, 2025 at 8:08 AM UTC
met Presidents,
kings and queens plenty,
so many princes and princess,
each one, most impressive
to their themselves.
but never knew an Empress…till now~(k)now
twice for emphasis, but better yet, enraptured,
her commandments, demand immediate readings,
never demanding solicitation, just a whispering
"come hither fool~baby"
the paucity of my words grow paler when I compare,
my tongue tied bonds, and I consider abandonment
of what gives me sparks of belief that tomorrow
will still be worth it, that I can create, something
worth sharing, and the words come up in the throat,
abandon all hope, ye who dare read the Empress
I know, you accuse me of exaggerated exaggeration,
plead the Fifth, the right not to self-incriminate,
pointless to demure, make an appoint~moment for later,
when by silence surrounded, everyone gone, re~Read,
out loud chewing every soft obsidian granule, drink
pure water, and curse myself again, who knew, eclectic
electric, as they jay jelly roll (😉) off my was just a few bytes
away, head in hands, equal parts of joy and despair
parting my hair, drawing lines in my scalp, and the
demon muse gleefully, perhaps, at last, thinking mmm…
this will be his last
First Poem of the Day (FPOTD0
and now the day a) mences b) ensses
Jul 24, 2025
Jul 24, 2025 at 7:32 AM UTC
smother my mother in my love
kisses to her armor, she can’t feel it
she even resists, but I keep repeating the steps
approach, appreciate, allow
kiss her cheek and bow
I don’t know how much longer I have with her
but I cherish each moment, each pocket of sunshine I savor
my queen, the empress
The shining example of a goddess
I thank god for her, for my family
I am finally understanding
May 13, 2022
May 13, 2022 at 11:21 AM UTC
Cosmic, earthbound avatar,
Mother, Crone and Maiden
Adam wasn’t half as pleased
When he met Eve in Eden
She is sacred geometry,
The nexus of womanhood
Birthing stars, and clay and silk,
White and red spring. Moontime blood
Abundant ******* branch out like trees
Over ripe, sweet and leaking fruit
Common as muck, she’s the web that’s spun
In every young girl, egg and shoot
She’s force with form, synthesis,
The mother phenomena,
Life is longing for itself
Each Earthly womb, Andromeda
Apr 21, 2022
Apr 21, 2022 at 10:36 AM UTC
making beats, making art
losing you was just the start
to my rise, oh I thank divine
I would've kept these feelings inside a year ago
now you will hear my words on the radio
I do not care anymore, the rain cannot ruin me like before
it nourishes me and my creations, empress with no limitations
I am so happy to be me, so happy to be free
no longer tending to the broken birds
rather focusing on my own concerns
Dec 17, 2021
Dec 17, 2021 at 11:25 AM UTC
Once there was a girl,
Who was often seen with her black dress unfurled
She had no family, no friends, not even a name,
But still, there were many who envied her dark fame
She was many times spotted in the night,
Sitting on a cliff, admiring the moon without a fright
Depressed about her past, sad about her present and future,
Knowing there will be nobody ever,
To her who will nurture
She had a pale face with deep and cold blue eyes,
In those, you could not see any secrets or lies
Away from the people, she roamed in the darkness,
Many said there was another world in which she would ingress
This girl was called by many names-
The Lady of Dark, the Empress of Shadows
As with her aura, she could frighten even the toughest of the foes
But there was one name that donned her a crown,
Though nobody would say it when she was around
For she was the one who ruled the land of no light,
That is why she was called the Queen of Night.
- Grisha. S
Nov 29, 2020
Nov 29, 2020 at 7:48 AM UTC
The Empress is about to take Her Throne.
The Queen awaits patiently;
for after The Long Wait,
they both shall reunite
and reign together
in a Communion of Alchemical Union---
of two halves of a soul; from the same soul core.
Aug 29, 2020
Aug 29, 2020 at 12:39 PM UTC
The way you love yourself,
tells me a lot about you.
Your personality goes a far way,
your beauty starts from the inside.
In love with all your delicate lines,
With you it's not hard to make up my mind,
You're a Queen you can't be denied,
The truth is what you find,
the lies deserve to die.
The Lord has blessed you and forever will,
it's been such a privilege to know you,
to see the strength that was bestowed on to you.
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 4:05 PM UTC
Miss Flairity
made her
rarity by
knocking whose
shoes were
Flannerys' as
it alleviated
muscle toes
in pajamas
that their
trilogy made
living in
Yokohama with
brass this
mistress to
rebuild her
brand legal
Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 8:21 AM UTC
Life, the big distraction
How it weaves around all that lies deep within
It's all but one fraction
and this fraction in itself to life feels like a sin
The emptiness.
We all know of it
To our yearning, its empress
Nothing ever seems to fit
Right where emptiness sits
in its grand old throne room
A loneliness.
Both residing in these enormous halls
with nothing there to impress
Even they can't keep each other company
for they're one and the same
only wearing anothers name
I listen to my favorite song
Let me read this book that's been sitting on my shelf for so long
Maybe I'll go and buy these flowers I saw the other day
Wouldn't they look just lovely in my living room, I say
how sweet, how good, all is well
in this calming simplicity I dwell
til the sin seeps through:
only a distraction;
nothing will ever fill nor forever keep what it hides
the room where empress emptiness resides
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 8:42 AM UTC
Lost in her mind,
I confide in her greatness.
A tongue that can topple empires.
She talks empowerment,
as rain kisses off the cobbled stone.
Transfixed in her paradigm.
I stare in awe.
Makeup contoured,
hugs her face like powdered gold.
A brown empress,
her majesty.
Mehndi spirals down her tapestry.
Skin coloured saffron,
the brightest spice in the pantry.
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 7:53 PM UTC
An illustrious rose she arose from fields dystopian.
Concrete tapestries a gallery of desecrated art.
She bless a soured dream,
willing colour on a scene
tainted monochrome.
She's the contrast in the weavings of fine art,
nexus that binds together delicate prose;
sole reason words morph effortless.
Energy tantamount to a thousand suns
and a gleam just as potent.
Thievery at play, usurped my heart;
embezzled like colonial gold,
hauled from the shipwreck of me.
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 7:15 AM UTC
The empress of the lighthouse
can see for years and nautical miles
and she can never be lost at sea.
The empress of the lighthouse
could save every sailor who smiles,
but she doesn't.
The empress of the lighthouse
is empress only of a house
when she leaves the light off.
The empress of the lighthouse
got tired of waiting for ships to come in,
so she doused the light in her seafront tower.
Now everyone she loves
and everyone who loves her
will forever be lost at sea.
Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 2:34 PM UTC
We cannot
Talk
Because we seldom share
Language,
The token tongue,
But still,
We conquer –
Communicate.
We transmit
Smiles and fingers
Pointing towards
Needs,
Wants
And what’s, “next,”
Egg cakes, soy and tea
For the son she’d never
Expected –
He who’d lose a tooth,
He who’d hold her daughter,
He who'd love
Eternity.
Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 11:18 PM UTC
temples spilling sunlight
empress standing mountainside
drinking in the startling thunderstorms
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 11:06 PM UTC
i.
I'm unrestricted with her
Meaning free;
I'm her, she is I, we art one
A king and his queen.
ii.
Unbounded, unshackled
Sentient in comprehension unknown to mortal creature;
We hath wing's, with moonlight ring's
A ceremony shalt be soon, with stellar feature's.
iii.
No doctor's, nor teacher's
We art ourn own healer's;
We art different than the rest
We shalt overcometh devil's, and demonic test's.
iv.
For tis I am blessed
To knoweth such an empress to mine throne;
She reside's in every space of this poetic mind
She maketh me seeith when I'm blind, speaketh when I'm mute
For tis
She's mine home.
©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 6:13 PM UTC
Even if,
There's a million stars,
And an ocean full of pearls and gems.
Or a million worth adventures,
And a sky full of golden clouds,
She would still be lonely.
Because it takes a soul,
To save her.
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 2:51 AM UTC
Hands smudged from the filth
Stuck down in his fingernails
Worked to Impress her.
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 2:21 PM UTC