Poetry is beautiful, but the true enchantment comes not from words, but from the artistry of the souls who lift you up.. who aren’t afraid to give intimacy.. realness, humility.. kindness, respect and love without conditions. Be mesmerized by who holds your darkness and stays.

The Last Word: If your poetry had only one word left for you to write, what would it be? Stay..

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In the absence of poetry, I have become a ghost. Stuck in a loop of longing for what I cannot return to.. to a life that is no longer mine. I am the shadow, pacing the edges of a memory.. whispering to a world that has forgotten my name.

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#inkMine #vss365 #deluxe Tomorrow I have learned Is never a given, Never a rhythm, Never a deluxe to accept~ For this last year I felt the pause of time In a wish, that it could be rewritten Not driven.. Toward a sibling loss I will never..forget, #poetry #sister #cancer

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I kneel in her moonlight My throat open to her mercy Each howl a love letter written in blood and breath.

“I am certain — what we have is #unearthly.” “Why?” “We met, connected in seconds, fell in love in minutes, and sealed our forever with a kiss.” “Ah! Then we are celestial beings, huh?” Love smiled. Fate smirked. Love left. Fate smiled. #vss365

The world is full of beautiful people, inside & out. They're on your street & in your town & every day I see so many on my phone. And I hope every one knows exactly how brightly they shine

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We can only learn from the past and those who have lived….

Walk home alone Across those fields Through the mist tonight Someone is waiting for you Been waiting for a long time Each night you return home But they are still waiting Looking for someone They will never see #vssmystery

All these homeless words.. thoughts.. drifters looking for some kind of meaning.. safety.. a place to grow roots and flourish.. for now they are just misshapen lines with a sorrowful past and an uncertain future..

The corner house is an eye sore; looks abandoned; a colorless square in a row of bright, lived in dwellings. Spring comes, blood red amaryllis punch through dark earth. Bold dancers in a stark yard, greedy for rain; shouting fuck you to the pretentious roses down the street.

Why spend days planning, when you could spend them living? You deserve a Floriday.

Find me down by the ocean’s edge.. I’ll be there, breaking myself against the rocks..

There is more to a sun ritual than just basking in its glow. There is the melting of the yellowest gold; we must smear tangerine clay on oiled skin. Wayfare to mountain tops.. closer to firmament’s door.. laze ‘til the blood runs with rubies. Then are we blessed. Then we are..

Peculiar how I am feeling quite primeval I have been here since colored paper eons strung themselves across the universe Celebratory banners ripple while my sun teethes its gums on my fingertips While milk flows from skin & honey drips from a lullaby meant for stars.. #poetry

I find myself murmuring against rare blooms.. those persuasive petals that unfurl only under winter’s kiss. My lips are hoarfrost cold..my bouquet, crystals made from teardrops & wind.. earth goes to sleep as I marry the snow king.. pockets full of diamonds that melt in the sun..

The forest is her cradle.. Girl with ember eyes and smoke spilling darkly down her spine.. Trees whisper while she coos and conjures lonely spells.. Feral as a wildflower seducing the sun.. Rivers winding from the edge of her tongue.. #poetry

The ravens’ eyes discovered this world was just like the others, holding onto existence under a dying sun. Its inhabitants didn’t know it yet, but they were headed for days of darkness. The universe was about to reset. Start over. Could be lifetimes from now. Could be tomorrow..

Twilight drive the road’s shoulder looks violet bruised A poem darts out warm asphalt kissing carrion thoughts Dark shadows scribble themselves in the new moon margins Headlights catching the rough draft of night owl wings A nuance nocturnal with so far to go.. #poetry

The house took me alive. There were parallels to our structure, you see Joisted ribs, a herringbone spine Shoulders bearing heavy walls The house was tired, so was I Nabbed me as my curtains closed I am folded into foundations Together, we are haunts unbalanced on beams..