i am not clumsy, i just like to do things differently

unnati | december 1st

Ho conservato

le tue parole

in un lago di sale,

dove l’ultima pioggia

ha sciolto il silenzio.

C’è un raggio di sole

nel freddo

che illumina solo

i tuoi occhi.

©bruna.b.s

Pg 103 from The Moon Taught Me🌙

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I want you to take my hand and get me far away from this wretched land.

Nothing lasts forever. Forever is a lie . All we have is what’s in between hello and goodbye .

It hurts so much feeling like I’m never good enough. I feel like I’m only someone temporary until something or someone better comes along. I don’t wanna feel like this anymore. It’s breaking me.

// ‘love poem for what it is’ by rebecca hazelton

Crone, Maiden and mother all of that you are

You lead us through the dark and with your presence you bring us light.

All of us to you are grateful, for standing by our side and helping us with spells.

Queen of the witches, our journey with you is guaranteed to succeed.

In sacred nights and celestial days we honor your ways.

Mother of witches you hold the keys of all creations, yet you are the most splendid one I see.

Many ask for help not thinking to take a moment to ask about your day. How are you? Are you well? Did you cry or was your day hard?

To all you are mother, powerful and strong, beautiful and cunning Hecate your children are always by your side, ready to hear you and be your shoulder to lean on when everything goes dark.

Mother of all witches, you are our idol and our guide, you're the light that helps us survive.

So in this tween hour, we call upon the sacred power, mother hear our plea we love you endlessly.

Written by me.

The lily of the valley,

Whom you had a rendezvous

With, has bloomed atlast

No longer she blushes at your glance

Fragrance of her souls

Fills the valleys, she has untied

The beauty, she was caged in once

The soul you met,

Has personified the sun............

Mine

Happy December , guys and girls ✌️

One Day

It was a deep October day,

On damp creek soil

Just me , my lover

and the shiny moonlight.

I gazed at the stars and pondered,

She made a canoe out of foil.

We stared into each other’s eyes ,

hoping to see a piece of us in the other.

If I could live one day again ,

this would be the one.

the first door is a point

with no size or dimension

just a location

with infinitely small mass

the second door is a line

from one point to another

a tightrope

against an infinite void

the third door is an opening

a path we all walk

the fourth door is the time it takes to walk it

from birth until death

the fifth door is beyond death

everything hereafter

everything you've known

but different in every way

all mathematical equations could never explain

that in the beyond, life continues

but I could never tell you that

you'll have to figure it out on your own

I’ll wait on this side for you to cross over

//the fifth door by: alec prado//

"Dil itni mohabbatten paa kar bhi us aik mohabbat ke liye tarapta hai, jo hasil nahi. Vo aik laa hasil mohabbat jaany kyun sab mohabbaton par haawi hai."

BANO QUDSIA

El dolor era un océano, y nunca aprendí a nadar...

New Beginning

She decided to change, to let go of the past that had been painful to her, she cut and dyed her hair, bought new clothes and planned her move – there would be no space in her life for the ashes you left behind. So she takes everything that’s in the closet then walks outside, the moon is high and the stars are alight & so… she dumps everything in the middle of her patio and lights a match, one deep breath and everything goes up in flames.

- Ely C, Winters. 

There’s no need to check my Spotify wrapped .i am the most played this this year .

I wish I was this special type of shallow.

To loiter in a simple world that waterbends

to your crevices waves

upon shore like a godsend,

a dream come true.

Atlantis has always been at our fingertips.

Harmony can be found in ponds meditating

miles into the backwoods of our towns.

We all choose to skip stones

and experiment with the water tension

that forms a transparent portal.

Easy access whirlpools an endless gesture

between Earth and heaven.

Be a koi that snorkels our planet:

feetless, graceful,

and with a hint of mystery.

"Shallow Atlantis" -P.J.C.

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I have a taffeta dress with warm cream lace

I am hiding behind a oleander bush

I am talking to the canyon rabbit's

I love words

A birdcage with Bones/ rose's/ paper bird wings/ I travel in a old space craft to your illusionary gardens of monarchs and Glass/I drink water and cinnamon/ eat pancakes with butter/ I am gold inside/ my body is a flower/ rose of Sharon/ Bethlehem Stars/ poetry books with faeries dripping honey/ I am light/ I am heaven's guests/ whispering incantations/ finding a solar host/ eating whip creams and breads

I just wanna get out of my head and find peace