Yellow once more and the mind breathes in colours. I miss the glow of such vividness, flat land where the crows predict tomorrow. I know this heart is beating tired and it'll always seek yellow. #poetry #photography 📷 by me
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Poetess, musician, snaps photography. Also posts a lot of random music because music is life :) All posts by myself except REposts. No starter packs. I block political profiles.
There's plenty of shelf dust in my mind I write sigils in it to create movement of the past so I can be in the now #BSPP56
Myopic sizzle a garish delusion the bar set imagination can be brutal #inkMine
One decaying shed a rockery of weeds an arch of passion flowers the dead are seldom honoured #thingstowriteabout
Teal it was the end still my witchy mark was left sealed in a zen garden least Buddha appreciated #BraveWrite
In the distance I gaze out of glass landscape dissolving it's all in the small print I hear whispered and wonder if I woke up properly time has a grudge for most don't you want to breathe again I ask more than just myself #OurPoetryX
The end came with thick smoke I played as I played when small circles and circles holding hands with those I love is this how hurt devours when we sleep waking state leaving pangs of loneliness and gentle regret for having dared to close eyes #poetry
Looking at my wrist I remember how it snapped when it broke then I wondered why we hate ourselves so much when the body has suffered just like mind self love never seemed a kinder notion until I counted years #poetry
He always said we were created by aliens towards the end we would look at the sky wondering like my Father I reflect on this time to time I don't think he was wrong #AugustAnarchy @daveashleypoet.bsky.social
There exists in my humble town a cemetary that has a passage from one grave to the church used by monks underground in the day I think I found it foot deep in a hole as a crooked clock struck witching hour I didn't notice then ad libbing poetry Jim Morrison lines among the graves #poetry
They say you'll never know if you don't let yourself feel. I stopped for hours that day. The energy still potent. All the mornings sun would have bowed to river. All the evenings, river would have sang lullabies to the set. My tired heart remembers the glow. #poetry #photography #Varanasi 📷 by me
She reads E. E. Cummings as the storm bursts on her lips sleep will arrive, it has to #poetry
It's all a lack of sleep and a day later. A blizzard of no and a storm of prayer. Who am I kidding...prayer stopped answering several lifetimes ago. It is a stumble from nocturnal grasp however, maybe there's a new reality in that death.
Tea is weaker when tears flow hot a single ring next to a fading photo hurt sings louder than echoes still she sings and even dances letting rivers crash onto toes feet sore and tired of life music doesn't blame me music always saves me tea gone cold #poetry
Another bitten epiphany melts quicker than ice cream I don't want anymore book opens, book glares wind blows, dust chokes fake wheat dulls senses lacklustre-invisible rainbows bear a grudge to sun it seems and life, well... it slides along the blade ever moving on shredded and pale #poetry
I finished your book today and feel emptier than ever empty because I know now I couldn't have helped you though I lost myself trying #poetry
In Lughnasadh's sway of scythe as land prepares for sacrifice I let go in gratitude first cut is the loudest second, inhale the infinite rest, silence bundled together consequences rewards and new light of hope another cycle of self to die #poetry
I let the sketch replace warm flesh. It feels cold that way, like something is missing and indeed it is. We can't replace that which is gone. We can 't turn around and ask for a smile. We can't freeze this damn thing called time. Still, it's bearable as a sketch, the heart beats slower, colder yet.
All is held -still heavied wings in gentle hands light of lights guide sorrow what's more perfect than a rose to sacrifice poetry soul prayers circulate emptiness #poetry
Innocence. The simple joys of life we forget as we get older. As I wandered around this evening, jasmine fragrant and exhausted, I held everything closely then let it all dissolve. So multi-faced is life, I cherished an innocent moment as long as I could tonight. #poetry #photography 📷 by me
Realisation a tricky sunrise some sunsets take longer to set some shall always burn #poetry
Dashed across a midnight blue I can no longer see not so clearly stars count small mercies knowing their worth I miss that clarity of a night view unhindered #BSPP55
Like Shiva's ultimate dance I have to take heart inner turmoil will and can be auspicious #poetry
In a single beam I wrapped fingers around light tender as heart I fell into air pleaded hold me sky fell answered with clouds as a pillow #poetry
A slide into nocturnal delight. An acceptance that darkness is delicious. A tremble no more for the unwelcomed demise. Shivers can be shivers, invoked and gripped t i g h t the waves. How the sky applauded me this night and I too, for once, with new insight.
One drop energy licks skin transcendence glows pearl two drops old wounds new harvest three #poetry
