Marysol Ramos
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I am a Goddess
I know myself very well; and because I know myself so very well, I know that I am a Goddess. So, when a man looks at the imperfections of my body or learns how wild my mind gets — and he doesn’t see me as a Goddess, I already know that he’s not a man of depth. I knows he’s not a man of art, a man of passion or of life — he’s a man that lacks substance, being led by the density of the world instead of leading himself. I know that his soul rots, his heart is dull, and his mind is a bore 🥱. Therefore, his flaws are not attractive to me either.
By Marysol Ramosabout a year ago in Poets
Whirlwind . Top Story - October 2024.
Born for a life of darkened whirlwind. Where blindness isn’t in the eyes but of the heart and mind. Lack of control to know any better, full of potential to fall behind. Lost alone in the whirlwind of darkness, unaware of the world beyond it, there’s a light that is seen — one that must be reached. It livens the 5 senses and past. To see it, smell it, taste it. To hear it, feel it, and know it— that the whirlwind of darkness swirling inside creating a life of chaos and worry — has a secret — there is more. Run toward the light. At times one must walk, or even lay to rest for a moment — enduring the darkness, the bitterness, the cold and loneliness; but to see the light— to know there’s more, there’s hope and strength that creates its own spark. It energizes, emerges, it’s the passion that one stays alive for. Not the destination nor the final goal — but the passion of bouncing in and out of the bitter darkness knowing you are wise, strong, and oh so powerful. That, that’s what ignites the pride, a spark… a spark that couldn’t be seen — without the darkness.
By Marysol Ramosabout a year ago in Poets
Queen Sariyah
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. The sun would not rise, the trees’ bore no leaves, flowers wilted as they died, and even the bees refused to make honey. Sadness spread throughout the entire kingdom and beyond. The queen had vanished, and so did the happiness of the people in the kingdom.
By Marysol Ramosabout a year ago in Fiction
