#retrograde
(our mutual horoscope)
We’re in Mercury retrograde
it’s a chance to reexamine your heart
expect some miscommunication
cause we’re outside of comfort zones
expect a flood of new emotions
situations can get out of control
you might lose some inhibition
so check your intuition
Mercury’s moving very slowly,
I advise you to do the same
see, mercury focuses on details
while pisces takes a more creative view
when you put the two together
the juxtaposing energy’s confusing
you can feel extreme nostalgia
which could swamp your boundaries
So seek the least amount of damage
let water be your sanctuary
question other people’s stressful projections
take a beat from irritations
and be careful around your exes
connect with people who have your back
protect the things you want to foster
cause this going to be exhausting
.
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A song for this:
Bloom Baby Bloom by Wolf Alice [E]
The Whole of the Moon by The Waterboys
Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 1:37 PM UTC
We blame it on Mercury retrograde—
the missing, the craving,
the ghosts from our past.
We blame it on the stars—
the weight of wanting someone
we swore to forget.
We blame it on everything
but ourselves,
so we don’t feel guilty
for repeating the cycle
we promised to break.
Aug 11, 2025
Aug 11, 2025 at 11:51 PM UTC
it's all an act
a fact I cannot escape
always wishing for a sweet place, a sweet escape
need a vacation and to sleep until noon
**** I might even take two
Balance, all the components
where should I go?
where is my home?
should I, should I?
how could I, with such little time
tik tok tik tok, where is divine
the clocks in my head are relentless
the stocks hurt my head, can't comprehend it
why not balance the scales and restore peace
instead, you set it afire and watch the poor man weep
Oct 15, 2021
Oct 15, 2021 at 10:44 AM UTC
the stars have pretty much aligned
when my manifestations did work,
a year ago, i scribbled your name
nine times across a blank page
sending you vibrations that i still exist;
now, mercury is in retrograde
i’ve stopped asking for signs over the weekend
a year later, more than nine, a hundred times
your name appears on my phone screen,
stalling, i'm just staying still
send me a text and let me know if in my life
you still want to exist.
Oct 4, 2021
Oct 4, 2021 at 11:56 PM UTC
Ugh, i just hate it here
And this feeling i cant shake
It lingers and it takes
Sometimes I disappear
But even in disappearance
You are unwanted
Not even to yourself
My reflection, so sheer
And transparent
There is nothing left
Not even organs that want to stay
The invaders settled in my mind
made them stray
My feet heavier
Then the pride they carry
That in justice they make you suffer
That in freedom you are in chains
Never built for the system
To society i am estranged
Made out of mud
Crafted to grow green
But burnt to ashes
When a root began to sprout,
To live is to die
To live is to die
******* twisted reality!
“YOU’RE MAD”
Of course i am
Peace costs peace!
“Go somewhere else now”
With my palms to my chest
I’ll carry the gift life gave me,
The burden of my ancestors
With my pain i’ll carry all of us
Do you understand what it means to live for another and not yours?
You can see it
clearly
That we want
To fly
High
Like no drug can soar
Higher
Then the birds
The clouds
And the stars
To be one
With the unknown
Jun 30, 2021
Jun 30, 2021 at 10:10 PM UTC
You take what you can get
I wanted you in the worst way
willing to go the hard route
But you wanted it easy
So you chose him over me
A body over a heart.
Jun 2, 2021
Jun 2, 2021 at 1:08 AM UTC
My black body unhinged at the seams
half of me laid out over concrete puddles
My Achilles heel set out on an adventure, which can
lead to my permanent downfall
My shoes are gold mines in retrograde trying to walk to the
rhythm of an out of tune heartbeat
Most black bodies are new born poems, they need a strong
foundation and constant work so the writer can have a leg to stand on
Feb 23, 2021
Feb 23, 2021 at 3:49 PM UTC
looking at you leaves me petrified
too close for comfort
invigorate me
give me your pain
like you take mine
feel this love
of all this
i now know how it feels to free fall
i just need to learn
learn how to create something worth while out of it
hours in ecstasy
burning against the pavement
just to call you mine
let’s make sure i don’t ruin it with my mind
Oct 14, 2020
Oct 14, 2020 at 2:05 PM UTC
look at me and lie
use me till i have nothing to give
leave your scars under my skin
because when it’s over
i’ll be able to live
delusional grandeur is my peace
so just leave
get away
leave me here
i wasn’t meant to make it dear
Oct 14, 2020
Oct 14, 2020 at 1:51 PM UTC
𝒱𝑒𝓃𝓊𝓈 𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝒸𝑒𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒.
𝑅𝑒𝓉𝓇𝑜𝑔𝓇𝒶𝒹𝑒: 𝒹𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝑔𝑜,
𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎,
𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒾𝓇𝒸𝓁𝑒
𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓀𝒶𝓇𝓂𝒾𝒸 𝒸𝓎𝒸𝓁𝑒,
𝓌𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒.
Jun 30, 2020
Jun 30, 2020 at 1:53 PM UTC
I tried to get along without you
I rinsed off your *** in the shower and cleaned your kisses off my teeth
morning is easy, nighttime is hard
sure I miss your hand on my stomach when dawn forces my eyes to open, but I jump out of bed so quickly and make my morning Joe in a rickety old French press (the coffee maker was yours)
morning is easier than night, even when the sun illuminates the green of my eyes, swelling like a cloud swells with rain on an April afternoon
and on April 20th, when I celebrated the inauguration into my 23rd year and I was met with stark silence from you, that was hard
and nighttime's never easy, I see the glow of the stars and think of your third eye in which I adored
so venus goes retrograde and makes the missing even deeper, you'd think that months later the scars would begin to heal
not when you dig into them nightly and make a playground out of despair and terror
I rip off the bandages around my wound and call you
I get through.
we cry and we wonder, we weep and we ponder, we toss harsh words and wrap them with sugar sweet sentiments
the next thing I know I'm in your scarred arms once again
I've never felt so sweetly at home
your sturdy body is a house and I want to move back in, pull the weeds from the garden, and paint the walls pink
Saturn's rings tell me "no," but the planet's core is screaming "yes"
I consider who's right
to listen to one's heart or one's mind
my trepidation lies in hurting you again
I've treated your heart like a yo-yo, up and down and back and forth, knotting the cord
can we get through this?
is it just a chapter or is it the epilogue?
I tried to get along without you
however,
simply,
I don't want to get along without you
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 5:13 PM UTC
Guilt and its grave cousin shame
a heavy gnarled ball and chain
on my ankle, holding me back
sinking me into bloodthirsty black.
Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 4:37 PM UTC
As Mercury spun forward, so did we.
We communicated and were happy.
Mercury started to spin backwards.
And so did we.
We started to get angry and stop speaking.
Jul 31, 2019
Jul 31, 2019 at 7:54 PM UTC
Murky mercury
I thought we settled this?
Now I'm backtracking feelings and lessons once learned...
Align me with positivity & likeness
The heat has been brought & my feet hurt & my brain is on fire from 8 hour work days & broken trust.
See...!
this is old stuff.
I'm writing to tell you retro is IN
grades are OUT!
DON'T TEST ME!
Jul 18, 2019
Jul 18, 2019 at 6:27 PM UTC
The planets finally aligned
and showed me
I had the strength
I needed to set myself free
all along.
Aug 20, 2020
Aug 20, 2020 at 11:18 PM UTC
retrograde motion
take a pause, a backward step
it's all illusion
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 9:30 AM UTC
i watched you bloom
in retrograde’s view
and felt the stars
fall in Love
with you
too
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 2:20 AM UTC
“I am free”
My icy wings tearing through the dark blue sky, the
permafrosted landscape below me getting smaller and
farther away and the Sun, its warm, amber rays glistening
on the horizon, beckoning me with its warm touch.
I look back-
Every second counts
I look back-
I see your cold eyes
Frozen pits of mud, obsidian, sparkling like diamonds and
just as hard.
Body of steel.
No blood,
No life,
Uncaring
Unfeeling
Scorpion.
Froze my wings with your poison tail, your vicious words
covered in sugar, stabbing.
Stole my heart
Oh how frail I was.
I look back-
At the small castle we built, the fireworks, the rose garden,
the old dusty freight, the dim light of the bar where I asked
you to be mine, the bamboo princess (I still have your
pillow), the food trucks and that homeless guy who is
probably dead, the pictures, the mix-tape, the color yellow,
No Doubt, the empty movie theater, the Moon in
Sagittarius where we held each other so close and you
said I smelled of patchouli and that caused me to feel
happiness because it is one of my favorite scents and I
was so glad you liked it too, the warms nights in your cold,
cold room and your hands, your hands…
Will never freeze my wings again.
I look back-
I became human for you and you acted as if I were just
some pigeon or robin or pheasant, you acted
As if our castle
Was made of sand,
Meant to be dissolved.
But how would I know?
The language you speak is all ones and zeros,
The feelings you feel are all bones and marrows
And I am blood
I am skin
I am emotion, Venus
The beauty within.
I look back-
-at you Pluto
Not even a planet
Cold and frozen with eyes of granite
Wires and copper made up your soul
And unfeeling data rules your flow.
I look back-
I asked you how you felt and received
An error four-oh-four.
That process never mattered to me,
Yet always left me craving more.
I look back-
Were my emotions not obvious?
Or were your feelings ambiguous
Intent so dubious
You viewed me as frivolous
Yet you’re continuous
With your cold touch so ferrous
Incompatible
I could understand…
I look back-
Scorpion, you’ll be okay.
As you sit in your world,
All alone, just like you intended,
You let your past rule you.
I look back-
How could we be friends?
Lovers to friends
From seeing the universe inside of someone
To just hanging out once, maybe twice a week.
No, we cannot be friends because that’s just weird.
I look forward-
The Sun has set.
My wings so cold
They’ll thaw and heal in time
And then, Scorpion, maybe we’ll see each other again.
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 6:27 PM UTC
My mind has wandered away,
I don't know where I have kept it,
The doctors,friends and family are helping me to find it.
Please help!
Dec 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 9:22 AM UTC
As my weeks are filled with good days
A sudden thought surfaces into my brain
What if my good days are numbered?
What if I couldn't be granted more by the Universe?
Just like we have 180 days of school
I've got a certain number of good
What if as they happen continuously, regularly
Bad days are to come, to disrupt my routine?
And now, every time I have a good day
I think about how there must be another planet in retrograde
And worry about tomorrow's sake
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 7:02 PM UTC