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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 <>><<> 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
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Oct 15, 2025
Oct 15, 2025 at 8:08 AM UTC
No Empress, I do not write in Hindi
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 <>><<> 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
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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
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Jul 24, 2025
Jul 24, 2025 at 7:32 AM UTC
Never knew an Empress till now~(k)now
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
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May 13, 2022
May 13, 2022 at 11:21 AM UTC
smother my mother
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
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Apr 21, 2022
Apr 21, 2022 at 10:36 AM UTC
III The Empress
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
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Dec 17, 2021
Dec 17, 2021 at 11:25 AM UTC
Empress
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
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Nov 29, 2020
Nov 29, 2020 at 7:48 AM UTC
THE QUEEN OF NIGHT
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.
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Aug 29, 2020
Aug 29, 2020 at 12:39 PM UTC
The Queen and the Empress’ Tale
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.
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Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 4:05 PM UTC
Empress
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
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Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 8:21 AM UTC
Miss Flarity
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
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Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 8:42 AM UTC
Empress Emptiness
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.
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Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 7:53 PM UTC
Brown Empress
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.
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Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 7:15 AM UTC
A Rose In Dystopia
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.
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Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 2:34 PM UTC
The Empress of the Lighthouse
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.
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Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 11:18 PM UTC
Zhang Jin Mei
temples spilling sunlight empress standing mountainside drinking in the startling thunderstorms
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Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 11:06 PM UTC
Empress Mountainside
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
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Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 6:13 PM UTC
Ymerodres i orsedd fy ( Empress to mine throne) welsh tongue
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.
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Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 2:51 AM UTC
Lonely Empress
Hands smudged from the filth Stuck down in his fingernails Worked to Impress her.
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Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 2:21 PM UTC
Empress