The October Spiral by NataliaDrepina
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The October Spiral by NataliaDrepina
Ocean waves by ryanpernofski
sympL “Lie To Me” - featuring The One Lavic
So I’m in a music video… “Please like and subscribe”
Prayer of Healing
I release my insecurities
Shed away like dead skin
In the empty space
Love fills my well
So I can have mirth, breathe, & sing
So those who are close to my heart
Can drink,
When their soul’s thirsty for sweetness
because I will have plenty
I care for my well
With strength, creativity, & temperance
Cleanse it with the Spirit
Underneath the Star and Moon
Like the Knight steady and soft,
Living my highest truth,
Fighting with grace for myself,
I hold my well with tenderness
So the shame will slip away
Forgiving myself from the past
Mending from my pain
For me & for you.
by Abby Rose LeCompte
Dear AEC
Slip my kung-fu grip
On your pumpkin stick
I’m no one-trick trip
Gentle-witch with a wicked lick
Casting devious eyes
Down to your hip
When I slide on, his broomstick
Really does fly on
Our Love is more than any
Potion could dictate
Our fate is what we create
No fickle bitch could break
The bond between us
Is deeper than flesh
Nothing you could mesh
Together would ever waver
Our hearts from each other
Love, you better fetch this cat
Or catch her in your lap
Give her your best pat-pat
You got my sticky honey on tap
Missing you boy 💋
by A. Rose LeCompte
friends like no other
—
you give me that look
and I already know
it’s time to grow
so let me slip into something a little more uncomfortable,
like a rock climbing harness.
They talk a lot about facing our fears,
but what about loving our peers in a few other ways
Summer days
and honey glaze
sweetness in a shine
that lets her know she’s one of a kind
Your friend is yours
to ring in the new year,
life wouldn’t be the same without you here
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Balthasar Burkhard, Wave, 1995.
Citadel
What is it that you can not spill?
Through only your tears do tell…
Is it your mind screaming, “run for the hills!”
Or is that what my fear compels?
Wonder how far you are willing
To love me… back to the fretful dwelling.
But swords can go only plunge so far until
All my cups fill, tipping the bell.
If your pith aches still,
Please beat what I can not spell.
If there is sorrow sitting on your window sills,
Maybe these lips could kiss the pain that swells.
Trust is a river with time to distill.
These ears are here, opening for you,
Like the heart of a citadel.
by A. Rose LeCompte
^probably the number 1 poem I am proud of...
Grace Bol for Vogue Germany May 2018
Onwards into the deeper dark.
© Nona Limmen {Instagram / Twitter}
Instagram credit: kenyan_library
Delightfully warm aesthetics presented with a dab of fantasy.
Citadel
What is it that you can not spill?
Through only your tears do tell…
Is it your mind screaming, “run for the hills!”
Or is that what my fear compels?
Wonder how far you are willing
To love me… back to the fretful dwelling.
But swords can go only plunge so far until
All my cups fill, tipping the bell.
If your pith aches still,
Please beat what I can not spell.
If there is sorrow sitting on your window sills,
Maybe these lips could kiss the pain that swells.
Trust is a river with time to distill.
These ears are here, opening for you,
Like the heart of a citadel.
by A. Rose LeCompte
HOPE IS A STARRESS by A. Rose LeCompte
Let peace commune between us
The Lovers, the Star blesses our bond
Sometimes the Devil appears,
The ego wants control
This Knight too brash, a defense too impotent
Still, I open my ears, my eyes, sheathing my sword
My devotion is the World travelling
Where you share the center of its gravity
I want change of self, I need it
Break patterns that block to my truest path
I know you push me towards it
In earnest and care
This effort is not fruitless dear
I fight the reluctant pride
Like a child in a tantrum
Who should know by now why
She should let go
Which she does understand but can not accept
Fearing to be wrong, pointless
Fearing happiness won’t be met or
Fleeting soon as our lips touch it
I try another attempt, eager to begin again
I do see progress when her arms unfold
Exhausted from the spinning frustration
I touch her hand
“Giving in is not weakness,”
She look to me in silence, slowly opening
Yet from years of rooting in this stance,
She forgotten to walk
On the bedrock of doubt, the child falls
On her bent knees
I must be my own teacher now
Disturb the solid, foul boulder
Shatter into dust
I rub her skin, allowing blood to flow through her veins
Until legs make movement
I, like you Hermit,
Light and carry my lantern
Through the murky unknown
Stretching our feet, wading towards my well
Over hills of memories, through the river of countless tears
So we can see the night sky in the clear
Peering at the Starress winking through
The reflection of my pool
There, the child finds happiness endless
In glass chalices left on pebbles of blush and blue
Dipping our cups in cool, elixir of love that warms our soul
Dripping water over our naked forms,
Cleaning the scars, the wounds
We will cut them open no more
We lay in the soft grass,
Holding each other close,
Touching tête-à-tête
Watching the celestials dance
She will absorb into me, becoming whole once more
Where I wait for you
To taste my heart
To interlock ourselves in the other’s grace
Beauty will be born from our intercourse
As the fierce Sun rises to illuminate
Our dewdrop bodies
Shivering between a symphony of temperature and pleasure
The gates will unlock
Our bridge will strengthen in metals and stone
Our worlds will open wide
A garden to flourish and spread over
Blossoms of trust, sound substance of
Citrus, honey, and supple pomegranates
Feeding our lives nutrients, thriving
The severe knight now transforms
Into the Empress, a balance
Of nourishment and power
I hold my scepter high
Gathering abundance of joy, prosperity
They shine down unto those precious to me
The dragon and phoenix coexist within my being
While Spirit trickles diamonds through my crown, down to my toes
Expanding my domain
Shedding what was never meant to be
Shame, fear, insecurity, a weak devil is left ineffectual
Embracing this victory, smiling, my well brimming of intimacy
My cups ready to give tenderness
For me and for you
I am free.
by A. Rose LeCompte
Lost Rune
Come on
come through
I hold his hand
hold this hand
we leap to
the Hall of Judgment
pass their lies
their odious lives
crumbling ties
cold stone steps
and his steps
left a trail of fire
exiting
across the brick myre
we enter, angel awning
fawning over another
and the grey ones
with writhing throats
immerse upon an open roof
I see redemption
when I stroke the wedge between
his forefinger and thumb
my legs, numb I’ve been cold too long
swaying aimless strays
strangers
our pupils unfog
What if
eyes distend
up
wards
shooting stars, swirling saints
swift motions circulating
west to east
arouSING our SENseS
aWaKE
by Abigail Rose LeCompte
November 2015
I Surrender, Love by A. Rose LeCompte
Rip in the stain Glass of a pain Hide in the grind & grime Shame is the game The choice to lay low in the drain Isn't always winning Mark A devil's dagger you can't tame Yet a waning flame The dream isn't the same Criss-cross my wire Only makes us retire Dragged on half fled, in bed Other half- layers shredded Code to throw hands & hope Love's will Holds Me tight Some wounds won't heal Bleeding time out of your thin Skin Missing scraped shins and ticks off of chins When I'm gone Wonder if freedom still exists, in the purest forms....
Maybe there never was a return... Maybe it's an infinite viral spiral.
by A. Rose LeCompte