Have you ever met someone and they were a breath of fresh air?

Just like that. This very special soul is inspiring as the wind. Fluid like water. Grounded and nurturing as the Earth. And passionate as fire. 

You can take me away.

Be my air 

I want to sink into your emotion. 

Please be my ocean

Let me grow with you. Let’s make a tree.

Are we Earth

Rest me in your center. I’ll be the heat.

Who’s your fire

I am so overwhelmed by this energy. How can I express this thoroughly?

Suffocate me in your heat. I want you to breathe. Blow your wind into my lips. 



Loup De Feu (I)

With the blackest fur

The largest teeth

I gave up my offering

Partake of me


And I have a book for you to read

Digest it and tell me more

Of that sweet distraction

Of the petty semantics you interact with

Of the dirt you healed your eyes with

Of the….

Fuck it. Never mind it.

Lucky I didn’t make a crime of it.


Black Shots

We threw them back

And smashed the glasses

Codes and oaths

He’s brave

I was harshly created

Yet he took on my battle

And what of the war

I exclaimed him

He realized he can’t tame her

He realized he can’t walk around her and touch the frame she built

He march with her

In attempt to release her sword

He emptied her shallow grave

She plummeted her points and his blood she drank

He decided to pay

For the sins of the last

This time she wondered if there could be an overthrow of…

She thanked the gods for this journey

The blessings bestowed upon them

The crown he knew he earned it

He ingests her darkest dreams


I Have To Explain This?

To the point: I don’t write to be a writer. This is clear. Yes I’m shading myself. The best self care is being honest with yourself about your flaws and faults. Okay, so I write to heal. Also, speaking (typing) in this way begins to irritate me. I get restless so I like to use a poetic “format” because it’s quick. Even when it’s cliche rhyming. That doesn’t matter to me. It’s a healing process. Which brings me to..

I hate being censured. I don’t include highly sensitive personal details. So I’m already censored. If I am here to heal, In one of my many ways of healing, Let me. If I let you break me, allow me to heal, please. I am not putting anything extra into the atmosphere. Which brings me to…

The epiphany that anyone who doesn’t want you to peacefully heal want you to dramatically die. 


glass of blood

burning book

My Angel Is A Monster

I felt you crawl underneath my skin

Just to find my heart

I know you left your scent

In hopes that my mind is caught

You could be brave

You could be art

But you prefer pain

You prefer the slaughter

Your eyes trace my wind

Just look inside yourself

You could choose anything else

But you’re not there yet

If I should abide to a sadist

I’d have to become what you made me

Where are the puzzles that fit

If I should abide to you sadist

You’ll learn that in the end 

To death we all submit

(In my wine glass we drank my blood. Why were you so haughty?)

Iron brings strength

Everyone knows this surely

Iron brings strength

Everyone knows this surely


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