To spin a thread of frostbite fire, suspended high on pure desire; a lingering spiral, soft and dainty, with poetry written by the glides of her feet and moves full of feinty.

With gossamer fabric that shimmers and glows, she flows through a sway as the melody grows. An ethereal vision of ice and glass, she leaves the glass-carved with diamonds, a winter trail pass.

Her silver blades weave in a breathtaking design, engraving deep loops of serpentine line. In cursive and script, she begins to incise, a filigree pattern of snow and ice.

The music flows around her, a blinding crescendo. A spotlight reflecting the opal vibrando. She rises to soar where color-beams glance, suspended a moment in luminous dance.

She spins and gets caught in a dizzying twirl, while the sheer liquids around her unfurl.  A fierce pirouette where the prisms collide, with ultimate poise in her dizzying ride.

She stopes on a dime as the final notes pass, kicking up showers of powdered glass. Bouquets of flowers coat the ice, while she bows down and fades into the dimmed spotlight.

The glistening spectrum dissolves into peace, but the silken vibrations of dance never cease. A “Dove Of Ice” she was then named, a fairytale star, that will forever remain. ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃ل

My dream as a child was to be a figure skater, I find it so effortlessly beautiful and inspiring!

Swirls of chocolate ballroom dancing with marshmallow fluff, melting on to each other and burning the tongue. Rain drops of cinnamon, imitating the freckles on precious skin. Sinking within our bodies and sparks lights of fire that sing.

Coal and ash crisp our flesh, whilst we smoke the pain away and corrupt our breath. We stroll in the mists of fogs, reassuring theres comfort in our miseries. Calming our minds with smooth soul symphonies.

Are you scared of emotions sugar?

The addictive feeling of numbness, hypnotic, seductive, and sensual. Dead bone structures waiting to rot. However, we put caution tape suggestion being human is not part of the plot.

Winds blowing parting our hairs, letting the light shine through them and breathe in the air. Stepping on sticks of cinnamon and feeling the river with our fingertips, for a split second we feel alive and full of blissfulness.

The shadows stretch taller now, whispering secrets we are too tired to keep. We watch the horizon bleed into twilight, a quiet surrender before the deep sleep.

Are you scared of emotions sugar?

We are just ghosts wrapped in coats of leaves, trying to bitter our hot chocolates and blow a breeze. Chasing the warmth of a sun that has forgotten how to stay, hands hugging our cups while the daylight slips away.

ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃ل

Love me a wintertime sadness ~

Standing by…𐦍.•

I strut to the rhythm, a gilded silhouette, on a mirror of glass that the strobes haven’t met. I glide on stilettos, five inches of grace, an angel in motion, no step out of place.

A spin at the runways edge, feathers in flight, leaving a shimmer that captures the glamorous night. A centerpiece I posses making a statement/ dripped in bright jewels in every placement.

Sending out angels ..𐦍.•

Im stitched in chiffon, then satin bralettes, showcasing the beauty of a goddess. A poise of flirtatious fun parts through the sway of my hips, while glitters of gold and pink drop down on my lips.

I wave to the crowd as the confetti descends, where the edge of the runway and spotlight blends. With a kiss blown to millions and a wink, I levitate to the light within a blink.

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In honor of the VS show this year!!!

The hum of the bass, the sting of glittery eyes, the smell of cheap smoke, and dizzying blur of headlights.

Strobes of glowing flash and disco, while we dance the night away from wild fiasco. Saturating the world around us, from gloomy skies to iridescent sequins.

A deep adolescent angst covered with the illusions of passion. Poking sharp-edged needles into our veins, making sure this feeling never fades away.

Our blood shapes into crystals, spinning to the beat of the music without zero resistance. A sensory overload ever so comforting, rewinds like a vinyl bound for buffering.

Tinsel and colorful strands stitched in our hair, brushes covered in rainbows with flair. A gem we place on the crevices of our skin, blinding our sights ever so thin.

Ultraviolet shadows bleeds across the floor, while we chase a high we can no longer afford. A kaleidoscope of faces, anonymous and loud, lost inside the electric current of the crowd.

So intoxicated by our thoughts, it lingers away in a cloud of fog. A musk powder clogging our nose, escaping the reality we outgrow.

Fireworks corrupted our hearing—yet we are blown away by the glitz as the sky starts gleaming. A breath-taking moment, a simple component, changed our vision completely and raised us to the heavens discreetly.

The hum of the bass, the sting of glittery eyes, the smell of cheap smoke, and dizzying blur of headlights. ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃ل

This piece is based on the series euphoria! I will forever miss the feeling I felt when I first watched it.

Bite my lips and shut me up, knowing my pleasure will just be enough. Lick the red dripping down, pull me up whenever you leave me to drown.

Do you hear my beating heart? Echoing your name in the hallways of our parts. Does my siren like voice scare you? Does my love not calm the storm that spares you?

A damaged soul I funder, leading you to believe that you’re made up of warm comfort wonder. A love so precious and genuine, pushed you away like an adrenaline.

A kiss that felt like a start of a serial cannibal

Why cant you accept the flaws in me? Why cant you only see whats wrong with me? I accepted your DNA like it was all I was put on earth for. I held you, I cared for you, I loved you without a doubt, thats for sure.

One glance at a new exciting thing, popped your veins with interesting bling. You rip your eyelids to feel a numbness, knowing that I’ll haunt your mind forever until you sum this.

A kiss that felt like a start of a serial cannibal

Am I never enough? To you my sweetness and self worth is so tough to deal with. Am I ever going to untie the knot you created? How do you want me to sleep and live, just let me let go without you tugging and faking it.

A connection so far sprung, soul ties of tiles that sung. I mourn what we could have been, now you left me with no choice but to break open the brim.

Do not miss me when Im gone, do not regret what you have played, remember me instead and roll the tapes. Discover a new part of you that you have abandoned, like the rage of a thrown plate dismembered.

I love you forever, with my heart/blood/tears/sweat/veins/lust. Do not ever believe I will leave you to rust.

I’ll be waiting at the gates of my soul with the keys you posses once more. However, what you uncover next will be a new flesh that will let your skin sore. ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃ل

A little venting poem today. Could not sleep and my thoughts suddenly turned into poetry so I decided to write it down. I promise I am doing better guys with each passing day and I hope this opens new paths for me.

Thank you to everyone who has asked about me and I hope you enjoy my words in a poetic way.

Flowers bloom beneath her feet, their vines form swirls around her toes. Watered by mystical waterfalls, while bathed in a sunlight so surgical.

Unfurling each layer of skin, numbing her with injections ever so thin. A tulip-hued, blushed soft flesh, glimmering beneath the fabrics of her dull medical dress.

The luminary her body possessed, sparkled fire flies that danced with finesse. Encouraging her soul to fight the sweet scenery, escape an endless trap of sharp vinery.

Wings of hope ꫂ᭪݁

Serene and sacred she is, not surrendering to the pain that persists. Letting the cells make love and procreate, while she began to fight and resist.

A fragile flower, a beauty to adore. Covered in pink ribbons that lead to the shore. The whisper-wind shifts directions, ascending her body away from any misconceptions.

A chorus of angels stood by her side,  rejoice as her essence fight the inside. The monitors beep a slow, rhythmic tune, as her body surrenders a peaceful bloom.

Wings of ribboned rope ꫂ᭪݁

No longer confined to the weight of the soil, a ribbon of wild tulips assured and loyal. She waves goodbye to the blush pink kisses, as she steps back into earth in triumphant blisses.

Droplets fall onto her skin, nourishing the vines that swirl and spin. A blinding beauty shines through her within, writing a new chapter of her life to begin. ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃ل

Since it’s October which means breast cancer awareness month I decided to write a poem about it. <3

My nectarous skin, evaporates a powdered musk aroma. While bathed in a robe of heavenly lace, I mesmerize her by the melody of my mouths taste.

I lit the candles one by one, setting a tone of passionate fun. The steam begins to print on the glass, causing my fingers to grasp her back. Luring her in a bath of roses, a pearl I gave her to feel and nurture.

A shared cigarette parted our lips, letting the smoke spiral into the warmth of our mouths, while playing seductive jazz in the blurry background.

My kisses leave siren songs of art, hypnotizing even the coldest hearts. My palms showcase a corolla—delicate crown, imitating the goddess that I have found.

A gentle sheen of soft glow; a dreamer, a poet, a breathtaking sip of a Moët. Whispering budding secrets with a seductive look, stargazing into her eyes to capture a heart left unhooked.

My magnetic allure, both sacred and refined, that etches my likeness forever in her mind. I flutter my lashes, leaving marks with my nails, marking her forever mine with glitter dust and enchanting tales.   

I am a precious sanctuary born of white roses and lace, effortlessly melting her worries with my garments undone and beautifully out of place.

My touches paint a Neapolitan swirl, embroidered by a blooming sweetness from within. Adorned with delicate motifs and kissed siren sounds of art, a petal-soft touch that leaves a sting. ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃ل

Wink wink!

She is a gentle kind of horror. 𐀔⋆｡˚

As shadow-selves begin to molt and drop their ancient names. A malleable horror wakes beneath the twisting skin. To let the quickened mercury of stranger forms crawl within.

A dozen shattered mirrors show a face she knew before, her memory liquefies and fades, a pooling, dark disgrace. She morphs into souls, interlinking their cells in a fast pace.

Dissolving from one structural state into another, directing physical matter like an orchestra. She tries to hide her fear in others, tempting to find a vast space left untethered.

The full moon is out, casting her equivocal corpse-glow over all. Revealing her true identity against the stone brick wall.

A rupture corrupts from the sadness in her “faces”, introducing a lightning of stolen soul traces. How lost was she in the bodies of her victims? Could it be a silent call for affliction?

She was a gentle kind of horror. 𐀔⋆｡˚

The body she was lost in, not yet formed. Reminded me of a caterpillar waiting to be torn. Her aching heart finally sees what she could have been, an eerie butterfly, blessed with a “sin”. ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃ل

Hii whimsies, this piece is about trying to find your identity but you end up lost in a horrific way! I really hope I managed to get the message across <3

This was inspired by the new spider-man movie of jean gray’s telekinesis powers!

Gliding through the clouds in my mind, parting the softness to elevate into a fog of light. Forcing skyscrapers to fold like origami, swelling the horizon into a silent Tsunami.

I am standardizing the air again, sculpting an opalescent sky with the tips of my fingers, but the horizon is chimerical; it flows into a vaporous fog whenever I run.

I rule this labyrinthine theater, yet I am completely tethered by twilight, a somnambulant captive trapped inside the gossamer architecture of my own “open eyes”.

Trying to control my dream but the depths of my mind keeps pushing back. Shifting a mosaic of faces, like a shattered canvas leaving ghostly traces.

The scenery unravels, tempting the dark, forcing my quiet dignity to deliquesce—to part. Drifting in a series of illusions without true agency, captivated by a luminescent and sense of urgency.

This fabricated universe I have entered, is walled up by a dream world—pixelated, fraying at the edges. I hear a distant murmuring in one of the cracks, “wake up…wake up”, crystalline chill pumps into my back.

A sudden shift tilts the horizon, causing iridescent lights to dance and arisen. With each step I make a run for it, tearing myself from this beautiful tuned-up trance. To grip the crevices of the clouds and break through the lucidity, one last chance. ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃ل

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A sudden, physical constriction—a silent, heavy-handed affliction. My racing heart has lost its cadence, mourning safety that I achieved with patience.

Sit down

Calm down

Stop. Repeat.

My body aches a vertigo, tempting me to scream and explode. The sensation of the cells on my skin form swirls of bright blue indigo. Suffocating to the sound of my own drums, hallucinating rapidly, paralyzed and numb.

The constant reverberation lingering on my mind, although the aftershock should pass by this time. A simulacrum interrupting the calm, frightening me with a trigger that I thought was long gone.

A rhythm of breathing I once knew, disappeared, lost, and confused. Soaking the linings of my shirt, sucking it in so I wont feel “hurt”.

Sit down

Calm down

Stop. Repeat.

The indigo swirls begin to fade, rewriting the chaos my panic made. The static retreats, the phantom pass, as I press my palms to the cool filled glass.

Medication resting on the edge of the shelf, a gentle reminder to forgive myself. The aftershock quietens, the cadence returns, from the coldness of the trigger, a quiet hum burns. ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃ل

Hii whimsies! I hope you are all well <3 This piece is very close to me because I suffer from constant panic attacks that I am trying to resolve or lessen in a way. I hope some of you can find comfort and feel seen through my writing.

If you are suffering from any mental illness please do contact your local professional and know that you’re not alone. 🤍🤍

Like glazed strawberries atop of artificial cakes. Sweet. Bitter. Yet the hollow interior of your personality is filled with sickening glitter.

You mirror my personality, molding a marzipan of my identity. Flawless on the outside, a fondant shell—but only a devoid of real substance in your personal hell.

Too sweet, Too artificial. I was fooled by the misery you tried to hide. Manipulated by the theft of my soul inside. ~ʚ𖦹ɞ~

Sugar spun in your eyes, fogging my doubts with the illusions you stole from me. However, you are melting now—like cotton candies dissolving into gray, leaving only your cold-hearted face, taunting the damage that time cant erase.

Placing a decoy lemon flavored heart drop on my tongue, replacing the sour with a high where I hung. Overdosed to a sweetness meant to deceive. A painful sting I was too blind to perceive.

Now I am stuck in the trap of your syrupy voice, paralyzed by the stickiness. Stripped of my choice. ~ʚ𖦹ɞ~

A sweet little ambush, a beautiful lie. Lowering my guard to hit your strike. The comfit of your touch cuts straight to the bones, sharp and rough, leaving me entirely alone.

The sweet cherry fondue of my remaining soul, bleeds out under your candied assault and control. Dripping sugary crystals into the bowl you set, a bittersweet trap that I will never forget. ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃ل

Thank you guys soo much for the love on my last poem <3 I hope this is the start of my writer “fame” >.<

The fabric that her corset caressed, draped around her pressed and blessed. Pouring pureness in her quiet heart, that was shaped into a swan of timeless grace.

She dances through mist and silver light, where starlight kisses glass lagoons. A drift of moving water in gentle flight, beneath the gaze of crescent moons.

With every breath, a softened glow. A gentle sharp look within her eyes, she heals the heavy rocks below, and lifts them into dreaming skies.

No shadow dims her sacred gleam. A swan dressed in feathers white, the gleaming breath of a poets dream. ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃ل

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I am a museum of everything I have loved, showcasing the arts I framed up. Starting to hide my endearing heart, justifying it by the words that are tearing me apart.

Was I ever enough? Clouded my thoughts, closing a pathway that died because of their talks. They blame me for their behavior saying I caused it because of my favor, yet everything I do is to be their savior.

Suffocating me with their constant labels, “oh shes so sensitive, so incredibly unable” Will I ever be treated with such care and honesty? Instead I am abandoned to live life unconsciously.

I have locked my museum doors, putting my guard up to protect whats left of my sacred soul. Covering each art work with a warm silk cloth, ensuring myself that they will soon hopefully drop. ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃ل

A little note ~ I wrote this while I was listening to a song that reminded me of my ex best friend. Losing someone when you have no clue why you did really towers your mind.

I hope you all enjoyed this one, it’s not my best work but I thought it would be important to share.

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A coalesce, merging our souls seamlessly, pumped up in such sense. Guiding the blood into our veins, uncovering a vast swath of denseness.

A fairytale love, effortlessly inspiring, mystified by the reality of love thats tiring. Your voice is halcyon susurrus, that quiets my winter mind. Evaporating an apricity that shines within my lines.

Veins leading to your heart, Veins of bitter sweet tart. Can I always be apart of your skin and bones? Let’s combine them with spiritual melodic tones.

Wrapped around your arms, feeling the crevices of your skin, electrified the butterflies covering the brim. A bitter sweet tart, vanilla tobacco scent, hypnotized my sweet soul to ascent.

Veins leading to your heart, Veins of bitter sweet tart. This love I hold for you is so immense, it carves the lanes through my sweet angel presence, and bids my pounding heart to commence. ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃ل

This is dedicated to my beautiful wife, may I always haunt you in different timelines…

Ever so divine, I held her close with a glass of wine. Where she felt disembodied & eulogizing, her love started snoozing.

A Lady Of despair, she is. A destruction to man kind. A tearful mannequin braving the song and solitary. Escaping the men who feel her body means voluntary.

A dedicated grace. Leaving them wondering how she faced them in this heavy chase. Her body was wrapped in white stitched up lace, so delicate and pure, yet spotted easily by her prey.

I mourn for her desire, while she is wired to blast each one of them prior. With a designated bullet, blinding them until they fell down to the stone cold sound of her gullet.

A lady Of despair, she was. A tearful mannequin braving the song and solitary, engraving her silhouette with silk up lining, to make sure her power will forever struck within our timing. ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃ل

This poem is very dear & important to me. I hope in some ways you can feel some comfort and relief while reading this~

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The memories I reminisce, glided through me with consequence. Forming a peaceful slit within my consciousness.

Bubbles of time, constraining me, revealing their true identity. A seductive feeling, yet revealing, led me enraged and unpleasing.

Heart beating, gasping for air, reminiscing the love I assumed was fair. Rewinded the tunes of lying despair, unfazed by my dedicated repairs.

The angel they said I yet have become, declared a freedom that overfilled like a cup of rum. Freeing the ends of my eternal lights, became a sure reminisce against my remaining fights. ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃ل

Sugary sweet was the taste left on my tongue, slowly forming into a spiral that spun and flung. A horn so sharp and glistening, it made my heart believe once more with underwhelming tripling.

Hysterically dreamy, cryptic myth. Clouded my mind with its designated bliss. So powerful and firm, yet undeniable mystical. Forming tears of glitter dust, while mirroring a precious piece of my locked up lust.

Breaking like crushed candy pops in a state so critical. Reminded me to stay put and not turn cynical.

“Do I believe in unicorns?” Struck my mind, revealing an opening for the clouds to leave this time.

The magic that the creature possessed, fluttered into my sweet innocence. Unlocking a new bridge of creativity, leaving me ecstatic and my so called “stupidity”.

“I believe in unicorns”, finally left my tongue, creating my soul a new set of lungs. Breathing the air now felt so clear and peaceful, oh how I wish it was always this playful.

Took the keys to my soul and locked these memories in my mind, so I can live in a magical dream that is forever intertwined.

ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃ل

Inspired by the movie “I believe in unicorns”

Polaris was her name, said to be who she remained. Written in the stars, with a wish to enlighten her hearts.

She sparkles at midnight—like a chandelier, Although her beauty cannot compare. The world reaches out for her name,

Polaris, Polaris, can you spare my flame?

Her glimpse melted into a Nebula, a delicate beauty in the depths of space. The horizon of her soul was dedicated to the galaxies of her own taste.

Polaris, Polaris, cant you stay sane?

Shimmers of dust, Shimmers of stars. Playing a beautiful symphony of a montage. Looking at the sky, observing her twilight.

Polaris, Polaris, how can your love be so bright? ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃ل

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My trembling arms begin to shake, like spinning wheels without a brake. I reach below for cherries underground, to claim the hidden bitter fruit I found.

I cut them up with nothing but my luck, driven by a mind so deeply struck. A blade so sharp it feels so dull, my thoughts harden like the impact of a bull.

The juice of the cherries begins to slowly drip, bringing a cold poison to my lip. My body weakens, turning numb, fighting the breath inside my lungs.

I cover up my scars with sticks and stones, turning the quiet sounds into heavy tones. I find myself drowned in a crimson flood, drifting away inside a bath of blood.

Breaking the stem just to enjoy the thud, I float away, too numb to pray, left resting in a silent vocal of pain. "So sweet, so red," is all they had to say. ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃ل

If the themes of this poem mirrors your own internal battles, please know that you do not have to carry this weight alone. Your pain is valid, your voice matters, and you are deeply heard. If you are struggling, please reach out to a trusted professional, a loved one, or a local crisis helpline! There is strength in seeking support.

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The light of my body escaping, drawn to the dullness of his awakening. Captured by the promises and trust, I fell into a deep-rooted dust.

Unknowingly, a beautiful presence, laid near his one-sided vengeance. My heart sinks deep within my roots, reflecting on love as I’m picking up some fruits.

Rushing to save a flower from being plucked, whilst held down by the sharpness Of vines that left me stuck.

The beauty she perceived, made me stutter and plead, Vowing she deserved so much more than what she believed.

He tries to escape with an uncertain faith, Victimizing himself one last time. But the flowers guarding her space drive their sharp vines deep into his unfaithful brain.

Mesmerized by her strong heart, We coiled into a spiral, never to part. “A mistress of flowers” she was named, By whose gentle grace my wild soul was tamed. ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃ل