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Anathema, priestess of light
a batallion of soldiers passing by night
if they be outed by fear or by fight
her divinity will lend itself to their plight

is mine

1 12
2020-07-16

The doors are open. And the soldiers are at the ready. As each nation prepares to do the unthinkable. Fight one another for the land they once shared. But in a world dictated by fire...they've been left with no choice.

4 19
2020-07-15

I’ve had enough trauma already and I’m an expert at blocking so would you please go away. is mine

0 6
2020-07-16

If pain is an art

My heart
~
Paradigm of this sychophant craft!



Art- kan Srijira

55 118
2020-07-14

That perfect balance:
laughing at my jokes yet sensing when to tease.
Showers of praise, but then, overtly,
not giving a fig.
You keep distance from my brigade, knowing I disdain them.
But I see you.
And I too studied the art of war.
I keep my enemies closer.

5 35
2020-07-14

When one spells her name under their breath, it must kiss the ocean. That is how you beckon a love drowned. I tried it, one day, lips fried from the salt spraying from pistol tides against boulders.

7 45
2020-07-13

As the sun's rays against waves
Secrets of Poseidon's
The storm it braves
Neptune's fancy
a dream that beckons me
The bitter taste of an illusion...
...the illusion that I am free...

3 10
2020-07-13

DORA

...with her cobalt colored hair— was fly and true to her ’ghetto roots’ like a banjee girl on the run—she mastered the art of having fun. Her & charm ebb & flow with widened eyes—like dancing that passionately flies.✍️🏽#vss365

0 5
2020-07-13

Like any other demon, it is quasi-charismatic—advancing the gentlest of kind souls with grace's veil to make them commit the worst sins until their skulls turn grey from dust. Be a storm. Destroy its title. 355

6 44
2020-07-12

He fantasises over blooms and stems containing poison. You can’t blame your mother though, I tell him. She’s what turned you into this wordy mess. My art is much the same only it’s the brush that gets the beating.#vss365

1 8
2020-07-08

Poor little Candice! She’d spent so much of her life looking down. One day it was suggested that a metal brace be put in place to encourage her head to stay up! She loved that she could look into the beautiful eyes of others.

1 8
2020-07-07

I’ll turn myself into a flower and hang off the side of a pretty vase, Blanche told herself. So on the afternoon of the entire football team leaving to more desirable destinations she did just that.

0 5
2020-07-06

You shout of freedom, but it’s you who can’t hear
You brandish sidearms, but whose side are you on
You say you’re a patriot, but acting selfish isn’t a cause
You talk of rights, harming others isn't one of them

Your rights end where the risk to my family’s health begins

4 23
2020-07-04

Captain Andre Cailloux

The colonists admired him—and the British feared his every whim. He was a hero of color—a warrior in the midst of terror—a in his era.
✍🏽#vss365

1 11
2020-07-04

People want to say that I’m on “their side.” But they don’t understand. Being a patriot means seeing what’s best in your country as well as facing its flaws honestly. It means loving it enough to want to see its wounds healed—and saying no to the whole idea of “sides.”

3 22
2020-07-04

Serie
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17 62
2020-07-03

The groves used to hold a sweet nectar breeze that followed the most derelict hearts home. It'd buckle a room's acerbic air, urging masks to fall & lungs to drink—but demons hold more power than angels now.

7 44
2020-07-02

An visited earth at night
Walking through the countryside
Searching for homeless people
And guiding them to shelter
From an impending storm
So they would be safe
And wake sheltered
In the morn’

47 75
2020-07-02

An abbreviated era of everything beautiful in each season will remain in all things, no matter the chaos birthed from errors ignored. There is compassion in rain, snow, and even hale. All bathe the earth.

9 38
2020-07-01

Im alone
The sun hot
The breeze gentle
The fountains the only sound I hear
all around me
Building falling, fires blazing
People screaming
The world is ending
For me time stands still
A single breath, moment in time
A new beginning
A new world that is mine

8 33
2020-07-01