Sometimes I feel overwhelmed by the experience of joy. As if within any given moment, she will be ripped away, leaving a gaping hole where my heart used to beat.
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Death by Seedling
I feel excavated. Like a buoyant log atop a sea stampede, shafted from the earth and cursed by the sun to bleach.
May 2026: Collective Tarot & Numerology Reading
This May, there is a moment when the soul says, "now." Like the instant a light turns green when you’ve been waiting, knowing you’re already late for something that matters. May says the waiting is over. You are stepping into spiritual clarity, aligned will, a deeper relationship with your own inner authority. Like a flame catching in dry wood. This is that moment.
April 2026: Collective Tarot & Numerology Reading
This April, we are collectively coming into contact with the parts of ourselves that are transforming our identity. There is a wisdom within you that did not arrive all at once. A source of power within you is ready to be lived, not just understood.
March 2026: Collective Tarot & Numerology Reading
March arrives with rupture and revelation. What once felt steady now asks to be examined. This month brings clarity, discernment, and the exposure that precedes renewal.
Betrayal
Again, I turn the word in my hands,its edges worn, yet sharp.To be all but a tray—an offering, a vessel,laid bare at the feastwhere no invitation waits.
Crushed Lavender
I used to greet the desert sun mid-summer and beaming vital as daybreak swelled and golden by noon
Honeysuckle and Heat
I want to write a poem compare the dew of your lips on a wind-swept summer morning to honeysuckle
Write to me
I don't usually add disclaimers to my poems, nor should art necessarily necessitate a caption - just a captive audience, if you're lucky. HOWEVER, this poem is special to me, and if my therapist didn't convince me this poem could help a lot of people, than I probably would have kept it in my personal … Continue reading Write to me
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I miss you like the embers miss the heat of a flame after they rest on eastern wind
Lovesick
It feels like one must experience romantic love in a silo Heartbreak permeates society hands grip chests and pace paneled floors more often than joy is chirped beneath willows with songbirds
Moon Lust
I never thought I would choose to describe the moon’s allure, her soft presence as a shard
Mind The Mess On Mondays 