The time often comes when someone withdraws into silence. Don’t let a ghost haunt you; instead, transmute it. Allow this sacred time to become a space where you romanticize your life. Take a long, indulgent shower and lotion your body like a temple, savoring the softness and smoothness. Let your playlist become the arms that wrap around you. Sit with yourself in front of the mirror and look into your own eyes, taking care to comb your hair. Light your candles, spray your favorite scent, and become creatively obsessed with exploring yourself. Write, draw, paint, and move your body like a goddess to the music. Be so obsessed with your most precious things—time and presence—that silence only silences them.
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Woven With Gold
Wholeness is a myth I’ve never known. My scars aren’t whispers of inconvenience; they’re battle cries of survival. Trauma’s brutal brushstrokes painted my soul with darkness, yet I found colors in the shadows. I rose, again and again, like a phoenix forged from fragments. My cracks aren’t flaws; they’re golden seams of strength, woven into the fabric of my being. I’ll never be whole, but I’m a masterpiece of resilience, delicately precious and rare.
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Blue Painting Me Pink
The sky is pink tonight.
It’s soft, beautiful, calm, silent and totally captivating.
It reminds me of you.
There it is just painting my heart.
Eyes with tears thinking, Always.
Love bigger than the sky.
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Magnetic Whispers
They never listen. I warn them. I linger long after your logic and reason fade. My spirit is magnetic; magic radiates from the core of my soul. There are flames that are warm and delicious, but they’ll leave you empty and cold once you cross the invisible line I cannot tolerate. They never listen. While they shed the weight of who they pretend to be, I glow. A soul meant to feel not be tamed.
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Your Phantom
Did you think I wouldn’t walk with my head held high? That I would be unable to look you in the eye? I saw you crack, the color draining from your face at the weight of seeing me—a tormented man. I am the phantom you still long for; you simply a memory of someone I once thought about so highly of.
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Entwined Secrets
My eyes can’t hide.
Not from you.
They scream what my mouth never says.
Secrets that only unravel when yours take the lead.
Dancing to music I only know with you.
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My Kiss, Your Check…
Our last night together, I entered into it strangely. My walls were up, shielding myself from facing the reality of what I was. I was protecting my energy. The moment you wrapped your arms around me, I melted into you. Being yours felt as simple as breathing. I allowed myself to enjoy this one moment in time. Each touch was a soft ending. I filed away our conversation, your laugh—music to me. I love the way you make my mind work; you’re brilliant. You holding me, listening to you breathe while you slept, pulling me close to take me one last time… I knew it was just a need you were seeking, not me. You turned at the door, with a slight hesitation. I held my breath with hope. You stopped yourself, and so I kissed your cheek goodbye.
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Longing for the Light
My soul is suffocating, weighed down by absence,
Weeks without moonlight, or the sun’s gentle dance.
Separated from the waters that once held me tight,
The ache within grows, a relentless, hollow blight.
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Shadows of the Masquerade
The lure of truth, a siren’s call, beckoned me down a path of self-discovery. Words dripped with sincerity, yet masked the game. I walked the fine line, blinded by confidence, until the threads of manipulation began to weave their subtle spell.
The ghosts of my heart’s broken past lingered, echoes of a younger self, forever etched in the lines of my soul. Used, played, and discarded, a pawn in others’ games of amusement. Moments of tenderness, mere whispers in the wind, should have been overshadowed by vigilance.
I should have seen the signs, assessed the energy, actions, and words. But curiosity, a cat’s deadly fascination, kept me entranced. Yet, I’ve learned to harness its power, to send out karma’s subtle ripples, turning the tables on fate.
Now, I trust my inner voice, a beacon guiding me through life’s labyrinth. For I know myself, and in that knowledge, I’ve found my strength.
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Hades & Persephone: Shadows Bind and Shadows Bloom
If fate demands I wear the crown of Hades, know this: I am Persephone, the spark that fell into darkness and ignited its shadows. I brought life to the underworld’s sterile throne, and in its depths, I found my kingdom. I am the queen of the abyss, ruler of the twilight realm, where shadows dance and seeds of hope take root.
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