Choice

You make my nerves stand on the edge of the blade that you have sharpened against the quivering beats of my heart. And I, your silly wide eyed girl, have stood in your thrall and loved you in ways that people brand over the top. But the knife that you so lovingly flaunt, drawing blood... Continue Reading →

Chains

Prismatic Rebellions - By yours truly Wrapped for Years in Inhibitions, Enclosed by Taboos of Forbiddance, Ever Devoid of Carnal Ecstasy, Parched, my soul stayed shackled. Till I found you, The one who saw me better than the world did. Rejuvenating my broken wings, Lovingly spurred strength anew again. Taking the helm Of autonomy, Now We began Our... Continue Reading →

The Monsters We Make

The Monsters We Make - By Yours Truly. Basking under lights of love,Inviolable remains a naive heart.Protected from shadows of Abaddon.Flourishing under a doting hearth,Molds into a beacon of mirth.But that one... The onewho suffers your shame, your stonesLiving devoid of nurturing care or hopeOft is accursedBy blemishes of rancorChristened with fetid impulseAs your infection makes homeIn stygian... Continue Reading →

A Celestial Affair

A Celestial Affair - By yours truly. Sometimes, Reader, what I have in mind doesn't translate well in art because I use limited tools and there's only so far I can go in drawing faces without a stylus. Sometimes I think I should get one just to explore more complexity in drawing portraits. But that... Continue Reading →

Queen Of Sleaze

'Caught' - By Yours Truly Warning: Following poetry is riddled with profanity and the sarcastic tone paints a derogatory picture of women who are expected to meet world's impossible standards of beauty. If swear words easily fray your sensibilities, then please refrain from scrolling down. Unlike my mother I was never magnificentborn quite ordinary from one... Continue Reading →

So What?

The Rising - By yours truly. So what if I am the branded one?They call me a cautionary taleBut when all's said and done,I don't remember trying to hide the news.That I won't toe the line nor I wouldCross my legs to sit pretty for youOr hide my scars to fit in this worldNo, I'll never be any less... Continue Reading →

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