Poetry

Carrying the cost

For me to go back the way I came, For me to stop in the middle of this journey and turn away, It would cost me too much. So please be waiting with fighting arms and love grounding you. Please don’t ask for anything more Because I’m scared by my devotion to you. My willContinue reading “Carrying the cost”

Repurposed Love

I was intertwined in the campfire of your anointingwith candescent ash flickering in the melted streams of sun,I was taken by the shadowed blessing looming over this alter.Bushels prime for roasting,Sky wet with the dew of morningand you were nowhere to be found.Silent wind passing through,Crows falling from the skyand I was still filled withContinue reading “Repurposed Love”

This altar requires an offering but I can’t burn for you…

Our waves stole the show, but the wind subsided.Pieces of glass cut into the vastness of the shore until we were washed.Now they exist deep beyond, they’ve been given back to the sea, but our offering has been rejected.Our false accord rebuked.Forced to abandon the threshold that was forged and drift towards the ones weContinue reading “This altar requires an offering but I can’t burn for you…”

Burnt eyes and restored vision

Bereft of all your comfortsYou’ve caviled every last emberArdent enough to survive. Every burden bound to your bosomDiffuses throughout the skyMuddled with ash and mist.You aren’t who you thought you would be. Your kneesThis alterConvoluted with the other. It’s lonely here, onlyCracks and their companions.I’m exposed out here, exposing theCrumbled path crusted to my bareContinue reading “Burnt eyes and restored vision”

Birth of a Sacred Woman

Author Miss Parisia B. Sweet Girl,You have a million little worries hanging from your bosom.Your leaves are withering, and the moss is manifesting.Tan pronto.Stripped of heart. No longer swaying in the wind, still in the breeze and weak at the knees, ready to crack.Begging to bend and break just for a moment, only to forgetContinue reading “Birth of a Sacred Woman”

faithless

Author Miss Parisia B. This is when faith matters,When the ones who once praised you curse your name.This is when faith matters,When you can’t seem to find a lesson in losing love and gaining hate.This is when faith matters,When the people you depend on let you down again.This is when faith matters,When everyone responds toContinue reading “faithless”

The Orgasm of Blue

Author Miss Parisia B. “But I shame you more than I appreciate you and that’s not love.” Along the way, we started to enjoy this disharmonious bliss. So scared to be alone, and genuinely unaware of the dying warmth beneath our palms. I thought I would live to love you, but now every mouthful isContinue reading “The Orgasm of Blue”

Identified Fear

Author Miss Parisia B. I have no more left to give. I birthed love, and now it has left me. I loved another, so now it no longer seeks me. I cultivated a purpose and turned it into gold. I shared with all, and now it means nothing to me. I held it to theContinue reading “Identified Fear”

And so I will

Author Miss Parisia B. I like the fact that my whole life fits in the back of my car- That I’m never tied down to one place, and always ready to explore; never held to the promise of nonexistence. I like the places where I have become- The areas that have cured my sadness andContinue reading “And so I will”

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