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Moon and Baboon

Moon and Baboon

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On this moon, there’s a garden where I grow seeds given to me by my fairies. These seeds are gifted by different Muses, and I tend to them with love and care needed. With time, water, and sunlight, they grow to be a new version of themselves—ripe. I hope you like them.

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At Next Sunrise

Pretending to be weak, Plotting every word before I speak, I let you think you have the power, I let you feel you are the master! Hidden within your empire, A secret nest of another liar, Perfectly matching your vibration, An inverted mirror for a cosmic balance. My safety switch is always on, I think twice before I fire my weapon, I’m not certain if you have the same switch, It would usually malfunction if you actually did. You think you keep a lion tame in a chain, A cat is a cat; they are all...

Goth MusePoetry

Ghost of a Ghost

I can still feel your hand on my throat, I can still smell your scent on my coat, How do I run from a ghost of a ghost? Where is the exit from this twisted road? My nervous system is on high alert, I should kneel down and pray first, My mouth is dry, but not from thirst, You aren’t here to hurt me, but I’m still cursed. You’ve left me a big box with a black bow, Your parting gift to me is your shadow, My brain is now completely drained and hollow, Only emptiness remains in my veins and torso.

PoetryPaintByWords BlueSky Prompt

Jiggle and Wiggle

Jiggle a littleWiggle a littleThe sky can be blue and can be purple Jiggle a littleWiggle a littlePrecise like an eagle and patient like a turtle Jiggle a littleWiggle a littleFull time gentle and part time trouble

PoetryPaintByWords BlueSky Prompt

She's sprinting through the meadow,Like I'm watching some sort of horse show,She's flying at the speed of light,Too fast for my human sight. She's not old and frail anymore,She has won her own great war,Twirling freely under the warm sun,Turning everything completely orange! The signature color of her last life,The reason I adopted her that summer night,The color of her coat lured me in,It was a love-at-first-sight kind of thing.

Generations of misunderstanding, Genealogy of name calling, Someone else started the cycle, Hurt people continue to hurt people. Your anger stirs because of my presence, How I am and what I represent, Your resentment increases a hundred-fold, Your heart agonizes at the sight of my soul. What I say is never what you hear, What you hear is never anything clear, I hurt you way before we knew each other, You bled long before this alleged murder.

PoetryPaintByWords BlueSky Prompt

Constantly searching,Intense parameter patrolling,My mind keeps stalking itself,All the right words incorrectly spelt.My hands frantically patting down invisible walls,Climbing over isn't possible; the walls are too tall,My voice is audible only to my ears,My eyes can't find evidence a friend is near.Tears are dispatched as the most sensible choice,My heavy sobbing is the only available noise,There's not one outside light source to help me,These invisible walls offer no capacity!Love, mercy, or ...

PoetryPaintByWords BlueSky Prompt

Hello, stranger on my fence,The sight of you is making no sense,Perching at 8 o’clock in the morning,Is this your usual time hunting?I've heard your music at night,never thought I would see you in broad daylight,Are you here to deliver a message,To signal a transition or a rite of passage? Are you here to give me your guidance–how to survive through the dark nights in silence?how to remain completely still in majestic grace?how to shine so brightly during the new moon phase?Are you delivering a ...

PoetryPaintByWords BlueSky Prompt

I walk into my backyard to face my truth,Reluctantly embracing my melancholic mood,I will have a talk with the hummingbird feeder,The red bully who happens to be my honest mirror.What else does it see that I’ve failed to see?What more to explore about us being twinsies?I approach the rascal, still depleted, lying on its side,Out in the open, under the full force of sunlight.It’s more of a tube and less of a tray,But it is surely red and lying sideways,Not far from it, there’s another feeder,I be...

AlchemyPaintByWords BlueSky Prompt

Lying sideways with its tray empty,The hummingbird feeder is loudly mocking me!“Look at us, twinsies!You are depleted just like me!”I’m so triggered and offended!Its witty comment has some truth in it,This empty feeder is way too daring,Comparing itself to me, a human being!Dusty, but it’s mostly bright red in color,Happy red always lifts my spirit higher, But today my red lacks vibrancy,Is the feeder reflecting my truth back at me?I may not be its rightful caretaker,But my sovereignty is my rig...

PaintByWords BlueSky PromptPoetry

Walking down a cobblestone path, a symphony of geometry with no heart, a base sound of its foundation, for a property, but not for a person. I keep walking down farther and farther, hoping for a heart around the next corner,  The path only knows how to serve its own purpose, It vibrates a different kind of love– heavy and distant, hidden underneath other shapes, I guess the path needs me to be brave, A constellation of circles, triangles, and squares.  Its pattern was designed and executed w...

PaintByWords BlueSky PromptPoetry

The Missing Piece

If I could give you all my coins, I would. But if I can’t, I have a back up plan. I can pray for you. I can pray that everything that you do will be met with love—the kind of love that doesn’t need proof, the kind of love that helps remove all blocks and obstacles that get in your way. That is not to say you won’t pay if you choose to stay selfish. Your heart will still endure consequences because life is a series of cause and effect, but if you select your thoughts carefully, open your heart...

Through the Looking GlassPoetry

A sea of hydrangeasgreeted me like I was a rockstar,I walked up into the house through the front door,while they lined up to the side on the ground floor!I was lucky they never asked for my autograph, If they did, at the time, it would have been just a draft.I thought I knew myself really really well,Looking back now, life kept me under a spell.At the time, I was so convinced that the habitat of happiness was outside of myself,At the time, I still bought into the theory that I could only be happ...

PoetryPaintByWords BlueSky Prompt