"Will u be my through glorious victory or soul crushing defeat?"

"I will & I will ensure in victory your soul isn't corrupted by power nor in defeat will I let u to despair. Do u swear to do the same for me?"

"I so swear, & give u my soul."

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Written oasis
It only takes opening a book
You find yourself in world
Rough and tumble
Slow and soothing
The exquisite etiquette of invitation
To imagine...



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Chameleon Spirit

Poets feel to opine on love—and test the limits within four walls—but the charming chameleon And if passion transcends illusions on Valentine’s Day—chameleon spirits shed their skin to come out & play.😉🔥✍️🏽#vss365

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Blood continued to drip
Oh what a tale it told
The atlas contained a hidden story
Secrets of the wealth of old
Turmoil was the realm’s legacy
Nothing survived the encroaching tide
Just a haunted map of a haunted place
Where hands of power & plunder still reside


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Parallel realities
and the unknown variables
of change
burn like glass
against straw
I don’t need an atlas to know
where it’s going to ignite first
and where it will rage
Rebirth from ashes is difficult

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Looking for words
to capture wonders of
brush strokes of
to paint beautiful pictures
but here you yourself
did it so much better
drawing on frozen ground
with ice & snow flowers
page in your of beauty


📷 from today

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He put his hand on the back of her head and pressed his lips to hers. It was desperate. Pleading. Almost frantic. Like the first time he had kissed her.

Val drew away and slapped him. The sound—crack—echoed off the cinder block walls.

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Her dark eyes faded to Mars' ashen red, hair grew brittle as autumn leaves blown far from home. Frantic thoughts boiled in Mother's stare, but a queen must remain her hushed mask no matter how dire her child's state.

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job role lost
in off
cuts&pastes
tint lens
no more
well-heeled replaced
w/sealed-in
pinched
pasty-poor-face
survives on Greggs
finds cider dregs
swills sighs bent
spectre sway
lost stride
cldnt pay hi-rise
hi rent
sidewalk-eyed
low-skied
spent

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Her dream was so vivid, she could smell his amazing, wild scent. Taste the passion dripping from the kisses of the man with the white wings.

When her alarm blared, she wanted to cry... until noticing the single feather clutched in her hand.

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I laid on the floor with a cold glass of water against my forehead, letting sunlight shimmer on my near asleep eyes as I vowed to kiss him when I was well enough. It never happened. The fevers weren't simply contagious. They were deadly.

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I am standing still
at the crossroads of fate
finding the courage
to make decisions
through the cacophony
sounding in my head
I can choose to adapt
or be the woman who leapt
my destination anywhere
choosing first road out
anyplace but here

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the shadow of Hades upon me
laden with insecurity
once our love was my surety
your poetry now a cacophony
cannot adapt or set myself free
a ghost of the woman I used to be






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History
Charm
Sophistication
Obstinate yearning
within a jasmine flush
Burning legacy
Built
of hallowed dreams
We sleep below
nova skies
& perish
in perfect screams.



~Art~ Anna Ignatieva

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for him left her and bitter. Unable to her true feelings, she watched him slip away. He took her love and crushed it dismissively beneath his heel. Her tears riped apart the heavens.

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My landlord’s charge
To have a dog
Is so high
It’s insane

I buy some
Betta fighting fish
And give them
Pit bull names...

All except
For “Jasmine”
Who detests
The fighting game

My kids
Try to
Teach them
To bark—
I fear their work’s in vain

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Mardi Gras

Soon it will be ”Fat Tuesday”, the Lenten season is upon us—where of celebrations are in full effect & past times to reflect. A time to the new & of the old—a spiritual festivity—a time to ”let the good times roll”.✍️🏽#vss365

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Fly, fly, fly away

Tangled webs that people weave, lies and deception that some believe. Heart, heads over matter—fear of the unknown and gossipy chatter. Hummingbirds mate for life—while humans fuss, fight, and create strife. ✍🏽#Vss365

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How our minds
When we do set sail
Upon unchartered waters
While stars in the heavens
Gaze down in wonder
The vagaries of Man
Mere flecks in a universe
Wildly spinning
Unfocussed
Are but cruel amusements
To the whims of Gods

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Song ditty 🎶

Into the depths of confusion
You know how to my brain
I'm in a state of delusion
You got me playing your game
I'm a puppet in your riddle
Tied up in for life
You pull my strings a little
The joker dances tonight

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