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I’m a #savant at poetry, wouldn’t you agree? Though the world has yet to pay me in coins, it pays me in awe. I write with joy seeded deep in my heart, certain these verses will one day feed more than my soul, earn me my living, and sit me amidst my prints. #vss365 #WritersOfX

Through the #wormhole I drift back to a time when happiness wrapped me like dawn’s first light: content, unburdened. I step through the wave of light, rising like the sun through my scars, alive, whole, becoming the love I longed to find. #vss365 #writersofX #readersofX #poetry

Countless hurts have I known; Many times have I bled, Became a cavity of shattered coals. I tried to ignite it, Tore at it, struck at it, Yet the embers stayed cold. So I claw them out, Hoping to be free. A #deviant, they called me, but I am the bandaged that survived. #vss365

We are not the shade of our skin, the tongue we speak, the wealth we hold, or where we studied. These Are titles we earn, not truths we live. But the heart its love its pulse of kindness, that is who we are. In small ways, #Together we can shape a brighter world. #vss365 #poem

I'm at a point where love feels rocky, a fiery stream of problems burns between us. Still, I hope for drops of love, enough to ripple through the dark, and glow #violet. This hope keeps breaking. Now I stand at a crossroad wondering hold on, or let go to prove my love? #vss365

Pain gripped me, Strangling every breath. Bloody #tear fell as if summoned; an answer to the aching cry of my sorrow. Still, it dropped vast as an ocean, loud as a siren. Yet the pain carved deeper, refusing relief, even when my body’s last drop of water had run dry. #vss365

#Promise a fragile thing I’ve never trusted. Yet someday, I hope to walk the aisle, hearts unguarded and vow our love: In sickness and health, in struggle and bloom, through each season, until forever is still. A vow deeply kept, not for a moment, but a lifetime. #vss365 #poem

The #wisteria clings to the old tree, from the first hush of time. Even the elders—now dust once stood in its shade. It became the village eye, never withering. Its #purpose, unnamed. #Onyx butterfly circles, as though summoned by a #spiritual call only they could hear. #vss365

It’s a miracle we survive the day, bodies apart, minds #mellow with want. We wait for nightfall, and moonrise. We need the dark and its glow. Though our greed is all we need... A pull, Strong and silent. Like magnets, We lose ourselves... again, in each other. #vss365 #poetry

You can’t keep tearing my soul and expect it to stay whole, to be solely yours, waiting for your screw or Band-Aids. You feign #innocence, as if you don’t see the hurt yet you gather the pieces, suture what you break, each stitch another tear until there’s nothing left. #vss365

At a crossroad where my heart turns #contrarian. Both sides hold steady, perfectly opposed, perfectly weighed. In the center, It waits, torn yet whole. Heavy with longing, aching for a sign, yearning for the courage to follow its rebellion, though logic holds it yet. #vss365

Fervently she sought beauty, A butterfly’s grace she craved, never the caterpillar’s crawl. She forgot: the cocooning ache of becoming. She bartered her soul in #idolatry but the answer came cruel, a mockery of bone and rot, a ghost of what she dreamed. #vss365 #WritingCommunity

This #skirmish between us, one I’d never endure with those I care nothing about, happened where love dwells, my supposed happy place, the shelter I called home. Now, I sit here lonely, heartbroken, naked, insecure and void; yet still I hold on, even when hope feels lost. #vss365

Writing is my saving grace... When I want to let go Of the #taffeta threads of life I write The silence finally weeps, And I feel consoled By having been read. #vss365 #writerscommunity #savinglives #WritingJourney

Words are trivial, and so are promises, If not backed by actions, like a #rook forever stuck on its starting square. #vss365 #WritingCommunity #WritersOfX #poetry 📸captured through my lens

Sadness wraps around me Like a #cummerbund soaked in grief. Too tight, Choking, tearing. It’s a tug of war: To sink or float away. Heartbreak drips, Filling the jar. Tears I try to hold back, Now rise, Flooding; Drowning me In my own sorrows. #vss365 #WritingCommunity #poem

Through the #prism of a great author’s work, I glimpse the precision of the soul I seek: a personality I dream, one destined to contribute Immensely to the literary world. With ambition, I strive: a transformation in motion a transition I hope to one day be. #dreamcount #vss365

Overthinking, my #hamartia. Like a cunning puppeteer, pulling at the strings of heart and brain alike. A master of an untamed dance of thoughts. I try to reel it in, seal my thoughts in vaults, but a master of heists it is; Frees itself always, and makes me its prisoner. #Vss365

The Clan’s #Boxer Day, The fighters gather round For their portion, To make them strong and fierce. No heart have I to tell the truth: There is no potion all along. Yet I serve it, cup by cup, A hope within this little lie That their faith will be enough. #vss365 #writerslift

The #heel to my sole, The heal to my soul. The peel of my sadness, The pill for my whole. The one I cherish, The won I merit. #vss365 #pun #homophone #WritingCommunity #poem #writersoftwitter #WritersOfX