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As I Climbed

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It became the adventure my soul searched endlessly for, Tirelessly through the thickening of the brush filled forest.Decay settling in all around, as it nourished off the fruits of the Earth;The barren lands no longer had its potent and gifted elixir. Markings revealed themselves across my saturated skin,As I bathed in the rushing water that Read more

Inner Voice

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There’s a part of me that is thankful that in the end it was always you. The soul that was so willingly filled with tenderness, which loved both the light & dark parts of me when I struggled to even find an ounce to cherish. An older version of myself would’ve allowed another person’s criticism Read more

Metamorphosis

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Gone are the days of youthful feminine naivety, When the willingness to balance the scales of justice felt dignified,As innocence coursed through veins at indescribable speeds. Encased within the comfort of my cocoon,I have waded the waters of intimate self-discovery,Tearing through the reflection of an unrecognizable image. I am no longer the caterpillar inching forward, Read more

Within The Shadow Self

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I have watched the allure of an ominous creature creep forth from the depths of a sacred place in which we have known so well. Lurking, ever vigilant and watchful, while it smiles upon the sun kissed innocence of another trying to counter measure its toxic gaze. The curvature of its maniacal frame grotesquely haunting Read more

Medusa’s Complex

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Green eyes filled deep with rage burn with brimstone & fire, As the silver tongues of the wicked are potent with eternal damnation, Petrifying and turning every fatal suitor to stone as it was once fated. Ravaged by a covenant whose sins they so godly prided themselves for being above, In his watery grave she Read more

Only Time Stands Between Us

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Hello, December. Your frostbite feels ever palpable you cold icy temptress. As I write this post tonight, it marks the one-year anniversary since I started this blog. While my first post was at the end of December 2018, I spent a few weeks trying to figure out what I was going to do with this Read more

Connection

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Like two magnets drawn to each othermy heart opened the door to my inner prisonand released me to you. I have never known a gravitation like this – always wanting;the world around pulls my heart into a seductive tailspin. The space between us lessensplotting against me with infallible desireand shallow breathing. It’s the softness of Read more

A Letter to My Mona Lisa

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Mona Lisa, won’t you look my way? Show me the smile that lies behind those beautiful ruby pink lips which linger for a chance at fate. Words falling passionately around you as your aura captivates and lures me in. Your eyes are filled with candor as you glance through the world with rose colored glasses. Read more

The Golden Chalice of Choice

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Looking at the golden filled chalice placed precariously on the table in front of her, she watched as the vibration from the ground made its contents ripple. The noises from the excavation echoed loudly in the distance outside. Around her, located in a dimly lit tomb and chamber from an ancient civilization, she marveled at Read more

The Red Rose Of Mount Ellinor

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Under the light from the harvest moon above, the darkness welcomed me in like a long-lost friend I was seeing again for the first time; its presence was here to guide me home. Drifting along with the ebb and flow of the current, the smell of sulfur filled the air around as my boat tugged Read more

The Midnight Monster

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In the silence of the night, in a dark and dreary place, His lies they seem to come alive to paint pictures of his face. An outline of a monster with a tall and twisted frame, Whose footsteps seem to leave a mark, but I’d dare not say his name. My breath it quickens as Read more

The Thoughtful Addict

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Laying down staring up at the ceiling the world seems to take a distant feel. Cold chills trickle down my skin like droplets of water falling from condensation. The outline of the ceiling fan twirls around the room as my reality spins circularly in a haze. Dilated, my pupils see the bursts of green, blue, Read more

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