baubles
It was a little known fact that
Satan used to keep an elf
as a pet. Mainly for pleasure
but occasionally he let it
rip, once a year on Winter
solstice the Master unlocked
the cupboard and brought the
baubles out…
stop pretending
Why could you not
love me
like I
loved you
Our awakening each
morning to the sound
of bird chirp
We were same and
oh so different
I one and you
ad infinitum
Your purpose unclear
Mine oh so simple
To you I showed
myself
like a mirror
never-ending
but truth be told
I should
really stop
pretending
language barrier
Dessa ord är bara
mina, men utan full
förståelse kan du inte
min fråga besvara, bara
förvirring nu snurrar i
ditt tomma huvud. Vi
pratar inte samma språk,
du förstår
eller hur?
Prompted by a @maxmundan prompt: language barrier
Bleed
I’m not a racist or hater
I love every beautiful
woman I meet
I am the eye of
the beholder
I choose the beauty
perceived
Their consent not
required
my desire sufficient
the reason I
bleed
Kali
She was the last of the Seven
the one who stood tall
as snow fell slowly
her grace unfold
The sisters and
brothers no longer
on par
She was the last of the Seven
the ruler of Worlds
to spread among the stars (conversations with God pt. 1)
What purpose fills our lust
in the process of procreation?
Why constrain a simple task
to spread among the stars?
Two people meet in shadows
their longing not sufficient
to divide and conquer
there must be
lust
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I received a gentle reminder which forced me to revise the status list…
Jaysome!
YAY!
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Not just ❤ but also option to say
YAY!
Awesome
Meh
Huh?
Ctrl Alt Delete
Power Off
How about that @staff ?
Amidst the Shadows of mine
Awakening amidst shadows
lingering
covered by summer duvet
still
no birds achirping
no drink at hand
panic
Panic
PANIC sets in
winter solstice
approaching
my merry weather song
reverberating
maiden fair on sledge
approaching
the Dark is
yet to lift
Feuer Frei (tri-lingual poem)
Kristi lekamen – the body of Christ
on November 5th – valborgsnatt
Elden smeker mig – passion lurking
DEATH UNRULY – you bite unholy
This ist nicht main teil – butter on scones
a middle way – vardagskaffet kallt
Without you – ingenting
Alles gut – snow flakes – tårar faller
Death becomes me
Slowly