#Two

Bloodbending: The Moon, pulling the blood at high tide to my skin, invites me to become woman enough to touch you Squint your eyes at Jupiter, its abundance becomes excess Squint at silence and you see cacophony Words lose half their meani...

ive been missing you lately; the way it felt then and the things that i could do. that is why ive decided to come back to you. i wont come alone, ill bring him - my second home. he promises love, sun on my skin and wind in my hair, long walks by the creek, and an eternity of happiness. i thought...

My love, do you still think of me these days?  Does my name bring back pleasant memories? Say, does it still bring a smile to your face, Like every day you’re in my reveries? — The guilt I carry cannot be shaken. Each day, I pray to the Heavens above, That som...

Sunlight graces his eyes blackened, and is blinding, Entering through the mirrors of the soul, never exiting. Released from the captivity of the minds labyrinth. Exiting hell, he is entering into a new entrapment. Nothing did quell the primal rage unwell, but in his swelling chest ...

We live in different worlds, you and I, One filled with laughter, one with quiet sighs. You keep to yourself, with eyes cast down, I dance with friends, in a world spinning round. I have friends of all kinds, and we share our days, You focus on your books in quiet, steady ways. You're the kind of p...

#olympusintro for Echoes of Olympus Prompt: introduce yourself by writing about your journey with your godly parent My godly parent: Hephaestus Content Warning: ableism   An Indictment of Two Letters by Indigo I was once asked what the core word of my being was; what word ...

❀ a week had ed, and your seed is slowly growing; one morning, you notice the shy leaves and the gentle stem, and something in your heart blooms along with it. you have been taking care of it, watering it on a schedule, singing love songs to let it know ...

★ she ★ tw: none ★ she loves the stars, not knowing she herself is one. she is many things; my thoughts in the morning, and in the afternoon, and when i go to sleep. she is my dreams, she is my reason, and she is my poem. C...

Spring is coming soon. My wounds try to heal and my mind's not real. I want to be forgotten, In a shell of lost hope , and I want to be sealed where no one can see how destiny made me be. Through broken glass time is not still relevant , for those who choose to take my minute and make it ali...

#Jan14Prompt ~ ~ ~ A lonely pianist between to armies In the middle of a field Long gone brown from their feet A grounds that is no longer living He begins to play The notes barely reaching the first row of men The sounds echo back from the walls around Every ...