Cosmic Dream

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You appear as a dream born of the cosmos, you kiss like the full moon, your soul tastes of mystic stardust, and your wings ride off on planets

Your mind is a galaxy, vast and full, gravity is lost in you, with every cluster in your eyes, you rouse my bones and skin

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You smell of hopes and wild intentions, and possess a celestial love so deep, you sail alongside meteors, your spirit is luminescent

You bathe in a nebula sea, while your fingers drink in the sun, breathing the same air as God, you speak in constellations

All of this, you are to me

And I, a mere comet in your universe

Rumors

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I can feel the whispers

I feel them consume my thoughts

As they leak from toxic tongues to eager ears

Words shouldn’t wear such ugliness

 

Lapping tongues drink from the pool of arrogance

While sightless friends bathe in the shallows of their shame

There are women around each corner watching my every step

Determining my next move

They smile with upended faces

Knowing not that I can read them

They are the first to talk

Yet they speak only untruths

And feeble minded men flock at their feet

To, once again, drink of the puddles dripped from egos

 

As I discern the whispers and condemning looks

I wonder, is there truth in lies? Reason in judgement?

I question my own integrity

I listen with my heart as they pierce my soul

 

Because words have power

Something my mother always told me

But does she know the damage her words inflict on me?

The words she dare not speak to me

Secrets shared, spoken afar

Maybe she never will

But still, I’ll feel them

Writer With a Cause

I’m utterly lost without you

My world has become a temple built of you

My soul is your throne

My hand, your instrument

We are known for falling for other humans

I have a human I adore

But you are my passion

I was created to write

A day without writing leaves me feeling incomplete

I scribble, I create, I express

Still I crave more

I’m a writer without a reader

I was made to write

I feel it in my blood, stronger everyday now

It unifies my bones

It seeps through my skin

Pours from my lips

Bleeds from my pen

It fills me to my fingertips

I ache to let it out and put it on display

I was born to write

Whatever a purpose is, this is it

Whatever a calling has been, this is mine

Whatever my pain is, this is my cure

Whatever my mood may be, this is my clarity

Tell me I’ve done for you what you have done for me

Declare my worth in your name

Adore my works for you are my muse

You are my arrow, sweet words

You are the only thing I know to be true

You are the only form I naturally possess

Dwell in me the rest of my days

For I cannot fathom another way to live

You are

And I am

So let’s be

Enchanted Nights

 

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The moon sees me

My heart, my desires, my secrets

She feels them tugging at her

My soul meets with her every night and they whisper about dreams dancing in my head

My soul is awake and never settles

She wanders with the moon in search of another

My bones mean nothing in the night yet my skin is still alive waiting to be touched

My spirit is free and rebellious

She hears all and listens to no one

My whole being, all of me

Stimulated by wishes that fill the sky

Moonstruck

Brimming with stardust

The night was made for such wildness

My soul to bare

If you wish to see me. If you care to know me. Don’t just read my words but hold them. I open my soul to you for it has been ever shut.

What once was empty now is full, only to be emptied tomorrow. And when tomorrow becomes today, I must fill my soul with happiness. For we are not born laughing. We learn from those surrounding us. Just as we learn to hurt from those same beings.

And while our instinct is to cry, we hold it within ourselves. Until the night befalls us and we allow ourselves to dwell in the darkness of our despair.

For we believe the delusion that we are only pretty when we smile. And the soul can never be beautiful when drenched in tears. That our hearts are only good for holding secrets. Secrets that shouldn’t be spoken aloud lest we expose our truest forms.

Yet I put my thoughts on display, confident I will be judged. But who am I to hide my soul from the world?

So you may peer inside me, beyond my wild smile, beyond my sunshine eyes and know that I feel very real and raw.

That every smile is a choice.

I choose my happiness.

Dirty Love

Who decides which of us deserve love? She asks the moon every night.

The only love she’s ever known was always taken from her. Men force their love on her, spilling it on her body.

Afterwards, she becomes irrelevant, not a thought wasted on her until the next craving.

So she gives herself on a pole to any man who walks in. Her heart melting on the stage before each private dance.

Because you don’t need your heart when you’re given love in the form of thirsty eyes, raised pants and crinkled paper.

This is what she sold her body and soul for.

This cannot be love. But it’s the only love she knows.