scientist, dreamer, lover, cryptid, mythmaker.
Roots twist beneath skin, mycelium murmuring beneath the surface, sending echoes to dendrites stretched like longing, mapping dreams into fragile hymns.
By venusianjadeabout a month ago in Poets
I have felt the body break open before the mind could speak, a quiet rupture beneath the ribs, where heat climbs the nerves
I have walked the flatlands, where the sky forgot her name, where no mountain called, no river sang, and the earth beneath me was dry,
By venusianjade7 months ago in Poets
Her body is a sanctuary, a cathedral carved from moonlight and sin. Each breath she takes, echoes like hymns in the hollows of her ribs.
She came from the salt-deep, womb-dark sea, Where names dissolve and stars forget to burn. Hair like ink poured from a closing eye,
You are the hymn sung after the world ends, a melody sharpened by the weight of ruin. A king whose crown is forged from ash,
I breathe you in like smoke, thick, clinging, suffocating. Your chaos weaves into my ribs, threading through bone, tethering me to a tempest I cannot flee.
To step beyond oneself is to dissolve into the ether, to untether the spirit from the cage of the ribs and wander the expanse of meaning,
Life, a fleeting shortcut carved in the fabric of matter, a sly betrayal of stillness. It leaps, like electric arcs splitting the silence,
By venusianjade8 months ago in Poets
