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[bxlxvxdrxbyn]

May spring bloom the blue flowers in our dazes

Melt and fill the sweet void of our hearts

[bxlxvxdrxbyn]

Doing it all from love? For love?

From love, where the heart gives

The one thing that still is consistent

The thing I keep is worth keeping

But the indignity of keeping , why not give

Loving is shining a moonbeam upon a muse

It nurtures the unspoken words of self

And the muse reflects what the self must love

We love things about others that we don't love about ourselves.

Keep my love darling, I just might need it for later.

[bxlxvxdrxbyn]

I know what I won't be

I will not be the woman who sends back to back texts over a misunderstanding

I will not be the woman that blames others for her own actions

I will not be the woman who seeks attention from others because she can't gain attention from the one she needs it from

I will not be the woman who cry's herself to sleep

I will not be the woman who numbs herself with cocaine just so she can't feel

And I will not be the woman who will feed into the depression that follows her like a black cloud

I will not be her again.

[bxlxvxdrxbyn]

Seven letter prayer

May 26, 2026 12:55am

She woke up while i slept and thought i was so pretty.

I woke up while she slept and thought God really will do it.

Dreams are prayers and those are now reality

Though life is the painting of the eyes

we yearn to find depths that conicidently reside in others we dont quite understand.

The painting of our eyes yearn for our lost selves in the shadow of our false selves failing

I prayed

Accepting the powerlessness in being who you are...an emotional complexitiy.

I prayed

Under constant adjure to push boundaries not yet set with self trust not yet met.

I prayed

Even under the habitual falsified reality of a cocaine numbed brain

I prayed

She disappeared from the painting yet my eyes still panned for her.

Drugs were never strong enough to withstand the ache of being without such a presence

I must admit, it was the first time feeling the weight of each time I loved balanced without the other half.

The other half held only artforms of expectation costumed as ounces of truth.

She told me the truth in the third year of our acquaintance and her disappearance.

Like a pin needle establishing its position on my heart, the divine feminine found and empowered me

She, a light, true self held onto like a string pulling my body out of a grave

Her words, a gentle echo ricochetting ego off the pedastal down to the doors of the complacency temple

I looked for her in everything.

Outside of the temple walls is nutured symbolism.

love is boundless and faith is trust.

Uncomfortable will the branches of the tree be but fruitful is its growth

And again, she found me.

She had panned the painting for me

I woke up next to a seven letter prayer, covered in gold chains and a black beater.

And she thinks I am just so pretty.

This is a poem about my sobriety journey, God, emotional awareness and reconnecting with the woman im probably in love with.

[bxlxvxdrxbyn]

Cis men, minors, fascists, morons of that nature.. DNI

est. 2012

Hii I'm Brat !

born on Halloween `99 | Southern

14 years of Performing Arts Dance (+ 6 years Entertainment Industry)

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|Borderline Princess| Entertainer | LGBTQ+| NSFW bc im human| ESTJ| poetic shadowwork

(I write poems about my memories and experiences )

My tag: #SkripperTalesAll, #wlw & #bratwrite

Most Importantly

This is my journey written by God

*am not religous but there is a powerful force actively working in my life that i seek to learn about *

To me, that is God.

Be kind, life is easy for no one.

Isaiah 1:21-28 & Luke 6:31

Treat people how you would like to be treated.

For she was once unchastened... now anew.

[bxlxvxdrxbyn]

Mi amor; mi corazon

Looking over her bare shoulder as the sun peaks through her locs; reflection of white sun rays gleaming in her gold chains

Your warmth like an embrace of the finest tufted olive duvet

Winds of your exhale trailing down and caught by cupped fingers tracing up my back

My eyes flicker to memorize, to swallow the salt water of their ocean

Darling, when there is thunder, it brings the rain ; my mind is the cloud and the tears fall

The smell of you lingers on the pillows and sheets ; the kisses you leave are marks i do not have to unfeel anymore

Soon you come to me and even sooner you have to go,

"We are molding, mi amor " you say gently

Reunited in departure, yet you leave your love in my hands as strength for seperation

And so I hold your love, until your return, mi corazon.

[bxlxvxdrxbyn]

It was a sleepless night

Ask for what you need and receive what you need not

Peace be with her and her lovers

What has not killed her is but a mere memory

And a memory is a reminder of her passion unmet

She will not be a dog, left in a room of an abandoned house

She will not be a corner of dust , left unswept

Lawlessness will increase and so will the human mind's capacity

The more she reads about love the more bearable its silence

For a woman to love another woman much can be said between the two

The rooms they laughed in keep their imprint for bitter nights will scrape the walls to find them

And hold them when she misses her

Tears fall and she's not there to wipe them clean

She only has what you promised her

You knew that the days away from each other would grow to be sorrowful ...painful

And though they are, your sweet kiss you left upon her shoulder remains

And she cannot wait until her lover plants another.

[bxlxvxdrxbyn]

Beguilement of Patience

Eh, its neccasary... the beguiling

Love is patient, Love is kind

The good days are really good

God sent.

And the bad days are neverending, excruchiatingly painful

A noisy mind just floats about in through worlds of silence.

Peaking through curtains in search for that need because we want what we need.

And need to find what we want

Then again, probablity of talking oneself into insanity is 50/50

Poingant is fear

a crippling choker when there so much to lose

Conceptual is the system and the nerve it has to nurture my nervousness

She spent 2 years looking for me,

she will leave me in less than 24 hrs?

I am not God, so what is to be controlled?

Trust the inevitable or the right hand to the devil in me?

Adjusting the pain in me aint did me no good

trusting in pain that soon joy will come

One does not come without the other

The longer the silence the more important accepting the eyes perception becomes

The dichotomy of this miniature battle

It is not the mess its the message and we are its messenger

Unrelenting recovery and a renewed heart at every strike of dawn

If not, that right hand will cover the body's nose and mouth

The curtains will not open for a peak

and you will want nothing to do with what you need

So be patient and Love the begilment of it all.