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Climate Change

Hear

The Tock

On the clock

Wet time ticks away

Hope you brought an umbrella

For the storm will come your way

Tick Tock

In Hiding…

Worn Thin

The hermit hides

Hidden away

Always planning for the worst

Doomsday

Grackle Grackle

Pretty dainty black bird

Not quite a raven nor quite a crow

Still quite the songbird

And feathers with a glow

Grackle, Grackle

Tell me your life lessons

And everything you know

Fae

Nymph by the water

Hear the Buzzing in the trees

You were given Wings

To fly back to your daughters

Under the Bridge

Scared to fall down

Or to drown

But what scares most around

Is lie I keep telling myself

“It’s merely water under the bridge”

So I am sorry to any one who liked the original poem more. It was my least favourite one and I personally felt it didn’t capture the feeling I wanted.

I love violets, they grow in the shade.

The parts of the world I’m familiar with. 

Wild Medicine

I swear I can only breathe weed

I’m stuck do not make me plead

Alien flowers

Give me the power

Once I Exhale I will finally be freed

I want to be clear as day that I used ai for the background. That being said the overlay is from my alarm every morning (trying to cut back on smoking weed) and it is Mostly me standing there. The head and torso are me to be exact but the legs and partly arms are not mine (that’s kinda a morbid thought. it also made my arms way too long lmfao). I don’t think I will use ai for many more of my photos but I really liked how this one turned out.

The Poetry is always mine of course 🩶

Taciturn

Tiny flower

I ask of you

is it meekness or weakness that makes a mind that can’t be spoken?

Perhaps I’m a little too docile

Living amongst the shadows of the giving tree

Secret🪽

Symphonic silence is the wall flower

The guardian angel whom watches from afar

Forever still

Quiet like soft snow

Invisible beneath breaths thin vail

🩰🐰🎀

Bandaid🩹

A tortured soul cries out unable to contain the agony

Static and moisture fill up the clouds, we can’t escape these cycles

Swallow

gripping tighter to the cliffs edge, praying for better weather

But the Cataclysmic storm rages on, the pills did not matter

Another visit needed but only a bandaid is given

smothering any hope or desire

the urge to isolate myself from everyone and everything is real

Just a call away

I am sorry

She’s gone

The person you have reached is currently unavailable

Beyond unreachable

From staring too long into the void

…Do you see me?

Interlaced

Fragmented Visions

Astray from an external focus

Gripping on to the last sensation

Tight laced

Delirium

The delicate damsel

Further breathless

Restricted

And

Grey

It's kinda scary that sleeping on the wall while her friend is getting eaten by house centipede...

Revisited

I keep coming back here

Back to this place

Waiting for treatment

Awaiting my fate

Will I get better?

How long will I wait?

All there is to want

Is all I have to face

A fragment

Too late?

In this body I feel like

a lone inmate

Siren

Even in the abyss there lies beauty

Desire

Labeled lethal

Singing men out to the sea

Uncomfortable with their self-reflection on the waters surface.

They hunt down trepidation unsettled by their own depths

Only thirsting for more

Drowning

Dòmhnall Óg

Infertile Lands

My conscience is closed off

I need sleep

Sundew depletes the last glimmer of hope

I bound and adhere myself together like the endometriosis that infiltrates my shell

We are all Ignorant to the law of life blood

Watching the world go by as I am casted out to the edge of the sea

Somatic memories from menarche still linger

My body is like a parasite insidious like mistletoe

The cactus has been exsanguinated and what was the cost?

Only

Cordyceps

Feed off me

(The art I made inspired from my journey with highly suspected endometriosis. Too many people born assigned female at birth have this terrible disease. It can cause terrible periods, chronic pelvic pain, infertility, and many more complicated symptoms. I just want to make clear I am okay, endometriosis and/chronic pelvic pain is just a lot.

Art is made by me!✨🎨🖌️

Endless

The dreams I have I am surrounded by the sea

Nothingness and isolation smothers my mind

Numb

Endless

Vast

A fragile lifeline crumbles beneath the fury of the heavy waves

Departure isn’t a recourse

So I remain

Left behind

Caligo

The rain calms down

Amongst the fog

I stand alone

Its another restless night